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moving

Wednesday, February 18, 2004 05:19 p.m.

yes I am moving again. I have found a cozy little garage in the not so cozy little girrawheen

more detials to follow

on the move

Tuesday, February 10, 2004 03:51 p.m.

I am looking for a new place again. it is not that I want to, it is that my housemate is kicking me out. I should have guessed I would have to move after last week when we went to a housewarming party in ellenbrook and she bumped into her ex-boyfriend. she really believed he was going to move into our place until they broke up. when they broke up he informed her he had been thinking of breaking up with her for about 3 months, so I doubt it.

anyway at the housewarming that we were at, she started a conversation with him that she recalled to me later. she said she told him she was now living with me to which he responded "oh". she took the "oh" as to mean something bad and went on to tell me this he was meant to be living with her and she thought that because I was living with her, he copuldn't move in. not that he would have anyway because nedlands is a bit to far form his mummy and daddy in mandurah.

so as my housemate sagas continue. she spends her time at her parents casting spells to get her ex back, which is where the problems start. she thinks it is ok that she is casting them there, because she still has not spent a night over our place, for various excuses, still I warned of off love spells because of the consequenses they can cause, yet she still still organised 3 spells in one week and one of them she paid a few hundred dollars for a woman in the US to perform a ritual for her to get him back. I have told her that you cant force people to do stuff against there will and you cant create love out of the air, but she doesn't care.

after two arguements in two nights about this, she wants me out. she says she casts the spells to make herself feel better and that she doesn't believe in the spells so she cant have consequesnces. however they broke up over a month ago and she still hasn't reached stage 3 in grieving - Anger. I told her that if she wants spells my friend Terry has now offered them to ensure she is staying safe and then she went off. she says she trusts a stranger off the net in new york more than she trusts me and that all of my friends were a bunch of freaks. A guy that wears skirts and another guy that always wears sunglasses - to protect his light snesitive eyes. why would she want spells from this bunch of freaks. all this is a bit rich to me though coming from a girl who uses spells and valium (sorry, she calls it vaillium) to get over a break up which she blames herself for, when they were living together in yangebup, his commitment was so high he still kept one foot in mandurah, actually two, he worked there and went to his parents a few times a week.

she didn't even take the time to get to know my friends, not even two minutes. if she had she would have found out what great people they are. she spent most of the afternoon and evening in her room crying about the break up, then, when spitting it at me over the phone had the gall to call me an attention seeker. please explain?

so Jakie is geting turfed and is desperate for a new house with sane people. yes skirt wearing guys and guys with light snesitive eyes are sane so please contact me if you can help

The doors

Wednesday, February 4, 2004 09:20 a.m.

last night I was watching TV and an advertisement came on for a company called B & D doors. I was in hysterics.

for those that dont know what B&D is, please stop reading now, I dont want to break your mind.

so I was on the phone last night telling one of my freinds about the fact that this company existed, and we now want to know if its true, if they make B&D doors so we decided that we would call them and find out. imagine the call...

"hi I am just looking for a new door. I need a 10' leather door with foot long spikes, but not the padded leather, that just gives too friendly a feel..." (click)

or

"what sized spikes do you have availible" (click)

so I thought maybe we could all call them and find out if it is just doors they do. maybe they could help kit out a whole dungeon, sound proofing and all.

so in Perth call (08) 9247 8777 or Melbourne (03) 9237 7766 or other states you can look them up in the phone book.

this could be something fun. someone should make a website out of the results of this....

I hate living with boys

Friday, November 14, 2003 02:00 p.m.

I know I am not the ideal housemate, but at least I try to remain relaxed. I can be extremely patient and I try to find the good things in everything.

sometimes though, that is near impossible.

People have told me that me and ralph act as though we are married, and every saturday I feel as though they may be right. because saturday is the only day of the week I can go shopping in a real superkmarket rather than the dodgy hell hole that is open when I am not at work, supa valu or something. I do the shopping only after cooking my breakfast, washing the dishes, tidying the kitchen as much as it deserves, searching the house for tea-towels that seem to extentd regularly into the lounge room. these tea-towls must be sought out so I can wash them, hang them to dry then fold them and put them into the draw. I have to di it because ralph never takes them to his moithers when he takes the rest of his washing there.

the other week, in the middle of the week, when I couldn't do any shopping because of my work hours, I left ralph a shopping list. ralph decided not to get the pineapple juice on the list though because he didn't want to carry a 3 litre tin around the shops, even though if I have the arms, I will drag it around the shopping centre regularly on my saturday trips. if he drinks it, he can carry it is my thoughts.

that was not the straw that broke the camels back.

the other weekend I defrosted his fridge, something he refuses to do dispite the fact that an inefficient fridge uses more electricity. I spent an hour and a half around the house, looking for things to do while the fridge defrosted enough so I could rip the lumps of ice from the freezer. eventually I decided I had too much other stuff to do and this was not how I was spending the only remaining day off of the week that I had. when I came home from my personal shopping some 3 hours later, ralph was sitting infront of the TV, playing PS2. as I walked in he said "the freezer is defrosted". I thought "yay" because his statement implied that he had done something about it. when I got into the kitchen, the food was still in the small fridge where I had left it (after

cleaning it out so the food didn't get festy), the crisper boxes and the shelf from the fridge were still on the sink (where I had left them), and the freezer looked more like a swimming pool. despite the fact that I had left a towel on the floor to soak up any floods, ralph didn't have the intelligence to take the intitative to use it to soak up the flood in the freezer.

by now I was getting rather pissed at him. why did I have to point out to him the simple things that had to be done? and why the fuck didn't he get the seals of HIS freezer fixed anyway?

the other week ralph finally replaced 2 bottles of my port (which he had

consumed without asking first). I had to hide one of the bottles so he wouldn't consume it. petty, I know, but if I dont I have to often wait 6 weeks for him to replace it and once he does he often consumes it again the next day. if you believe I am being petty, read on

that was not the straw that broke the camels back, though it certainly contributed.

the other week pixle was over. I didn't know he was staying the night until I woke up the next morning I noticed that my pc, which I had left on to download stuff from Kazaa, though it was still on, Kazaa had been switched off. that night I asked ralph why it was off. he told me he didn't do it, pixel had because he wanted to play and online game and needed the bandwidth. my point to him though is that it was his friend and therefore he is responsible for pixel (lack) or common sence when in our house. I said I don't mind that he turned off my Kazaa, but it would be common sence for him to have turned it back on when he went to bed, and wehn was I going to be told that pixel was staying over anyway. ralphs excuse was that he was too drunk to drive pixle home, and in regards to my PC he constantly protested that it was nothing to do with him, adn eventually finished with a "whatever". I should not have let him leave it at that. but I did.

this of course came back to haunt me about a week later when pixel was over again (thanks for telling me...) and when I woke up in the morning I found that my PC had been turned off. I restarted it, which caused a loud ICQ fog-horn to be set off. the following morning it was off again. the night before, dispite ralph not only having pixel over, but another friend playing PS2, I check it to see that yes, my Kazaa was still on, now my whole PC being off I was shat off. so I ensured that the ICQ foghorn was still on (I love speakers) and turned on my PC. I also noticed however that a bottle of my alcohol, which I had had for less than a week was now empty. this caused me to get very angy and I thought action takes place NOW.

when ralph had his sponges over the night before, he had thrown a heap of stuff into my room, and in doing so had crushed my rather expensive top-hat that was hanging on my bed-post. included in the stuff was a suit case. this suitcase was waiting for space. the desire for it was to store bed linen in for my sofa bed, because poeple sleeping on my sofa bed without linen urks me. the hall cupboard is filled with ralphs boxes so that rules out the main communal space, so I decided in a suitcase under the sofa bed would be sensible. the trouble was however, that ralph had clutter under the sofa bed, including a school bag filled with shit that he had promised in August would only be there temporarily. it had been moved in August to under the sofa bed after months of sitting on my favourite lounge chair. now for the response of invading my space, I pulled the offending bag from under my sofa bed and threw it on the sleeping ralph. he throws stuff on my bed, I throw stuff on his. as a grabed the bag from under my sofa, pixel called me a bitch. I am a bitch for disturbing a "guest" who I didn't know was staying at my house and who was sleeping on my sofa bed WITHOUT LINEN and who could have been taken home by ralphs other friend when he left last night.

as a response I put a password lock on my screen saver, one way to stop my PC being turned off, and what I thought was a good idea until Saturday morning

now as you can tell, this whole thing is spiralling out of control, so as a response I left notes on ralphs computer with information on how to stop it blowing out, his response to these was the screw them up and leave them on my computer chair. now he was showing that not only would he not listen when there was an issue, but he couldn't read either.

Suturday moring I woke up and went to check my email. I like to delete my spam before breakfast then read as I eat. I had already decided that this particular satuday I would not be doing any shopping, and as a consiquesnce, our house had no bread since the thrusday prior. when I went to check my email thoguh,

internet exploiter wasn't bringing-up any pages. I double checked the modem and it was working fine. it wasn't until I looked more closely that I discovered that my LAN cable had been pulled out of the modem/router. even after I connected it back in though. I still couldn't get my connection working. I waited about an hour for him to get out of bed, and when he did I accosted him on the way to the shower and asked "why did you take my LAN cable out?" he said it was because he wanted to play on-line games. so I told him to fix my net connection now. he said he wanted to have a shower first and I told him that he was the one who tampered with it, so he has to fix it now. he ignored me and had his shower, so I waited. I waited 20 mins after he went into his room before I went to his room and asked "so are youi going to fix my connection now?" to which he responded "are you going to ask nicely and appologise"

APPOLOGISE???? appologise for moving in with a dickhead and putitng up with his sponge of a friend ruining my sofa bed? appologise for not being is door mat or even his mother? WTF?

I said fine and told him that it I can't have a net connection, neither can he, I mean why is his ability to connect to the internet more important than mine? it isn't like games have anything to do with his uni study. I have now put away the modem, the extension cord for the modem, the power cord for it, the 4 way adaptors for his PC and later that week I also put away the controler for his PS2 in various places around the house. if he can steal my alcohol and my net connection, I can steal his net connection too (steal is his choice of words)

yeah sure, a few nights before he had demanded that we sit down and talk about the issues rather then writing notes. I said when? he is rarely hom when I get back from work and I am not waiting for him to get home when I have work the next day. adn when he is home he often has frineds over and/or has been drinking (usually my alcohol). I prefer to deal with issues when they arrise rather than letting them stew.

on the saturday night we did get a chance to tallk. actually it was more of a slagging match which included him saying that if there is alcohol in the open areas of the house, he considers it a free for all, I told him well I dont and he said that doesn't matter because he does. when he had run out of things to throw at me he asked If I has finished. I said I haven't even started on the fridge yet. things went quiet and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. after sititng there in silence we watched TV, and when the conversation flowed again, I think he assumed that was the end of it, and that now that words had flowed, no effort had to be made. but I am a patient person.

I put the bin and the recycle bin out almost every week or fornight (respectively) for 7 months before I said NO. I told him in August it was now his job. after negotiation I agreed to continue with the recycle bin, which I do every fortnight like clockwork, even if the bin is only half full. since then the garbage has only been taken out about 5 times. last time it was put out was 29/10/03, and that includes this week. I don't mind, the bin is parked next to his driver side door. the issue however is that the kitchen bin hasn't been emptied in about the same length of time, which is his responsibility too, as the recycle box is mine, if he bothered to put his empty bottles (and the bottles of mine that he has consumed) into the box occassionally. that is a little thing that would make my life easier.

yesterday things came to a head, even though he hasn't asked for the modem or anything back yet or replaced my alcohol or asked why I took the stuff away in the first place.

I was late for work and couldn't find my keys or my optus mobile. he got up at 11.20 and I asked him where my keys were, he asked where the modem was. I said I will tell him that after he has replaced my alcohol and done a number of other things. he refused and went to have a shower. I tapped on the shower door and told him that If he didn't give me my keys I was going to throw his (leather) jacket in the bin in 5 mins. he had the fastest shower ever. when he came out I asked if he was going to give me my keys or call my boss to tell him why I can't come into work today. he reiterated that he wanted his modem, so I grabed the jacket off the chair and headed outside.

he chased me and stopped me before I got to the bin and he spat it. he was going totally psyco at me and said that he is not my boyfriend, he doesn't have to put up with this. he is right, if he was my boyfriend, I would have dumped him ages ago. he went to to say If I wanted my keys I had to empty the (kitchen) bin, to which I slapped him across the face. how dare he put my keys in the bin I told him. he said they were not in the bin, but if I wanted them I had to empty the bin.

the argument ensued, and I spat at him the requirements I have of him 1) replace my alcohol and not touch it EVER again without asking me first
2) clean the bench in the kitchen and empty the kitchen bin. if I ever find a bag of rubbish on the bench with cigarette ash or decomposing food (as he has been doing becuase he "doesn't use the kitchen bin") I will find another place to discpose of it.
3) fix my net connection. put the access passwords on my PC (which he recently took off) and gaurantee NOT TO TOUCH MY PC OR MY NET CONNECTION WITHOUT MY PERMISSION EVER AGIAN. that includes his sponges
4) find out what needs to be bought and buy it, the same way I do every saturday, and that included getting pineapple juice.

he refused to acknolage this list, and eventully I got out of him that my keys were behind the bin. the bin is now on the kitchen floor. I still dont know what he has done with my mobile.

now I have the choice to either disconnect the home phone, or find a new place to live.

teens vs law (from my response to a debate on the whitlams list)

Wednesday, November 5, 2003 10:28 p.m.

I have nothing against either, however it is the teeny goths that shit me to tears

I hung around the edge ot the goth scene here in perth throughout the 90's until The Loft vanished, and old skool goths are great. there is something beautiful about the morbidity of your average goth. sure there life expectancy wasn't much, but hey, they were interesting, fun and very intelligent poeple

teenie goths are another story

parties that I have frequented for years are now getting over-run by tennie goths who mix their bourbon in a coke bottle before they go to parties and skull from that bottle. ok when all you are hanging around it teans, but when the age range is usually 18-40, some advice, when you do that you look like a twat.

the issue with the teenie goths is that they hate everyone and think that everyone hates them becuase they are different. they dont understand that poeple are not shocked anymore. goths were shocking 20 years ago maybe, but now they have gone off and bred and now no-one cares. they are accepted and valued members of society.

poeple hate teenie goths, but not because they are different, it is because they act like twats, not respecting anyone least of all themselves and they dont deserve any respect back.

so people should build a bridge and get over themselves

theres my two-bobs worth

ARIAs Farce

Wednesday, October 22, 2003 09:45 a.m.

A very sick little girl (spoilt little brat) went to the ARIAs last night and came back with a swag of awards. Yes Delta Goodrem, the Kiwi that calls Australia home, won almost everything. OK Powderfinger beat her to album of the year, but all she has to do is kick up a fuss and get AIDS next year and she will have that in the bag too.

The Video Hits, video of the year was so not hers. Delta was up against some tough opposition, my personal favourite being "do it with Madonna" by the androids. There is nothing better and a video clip featuring trannies being various famous females such as Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears. The really big Madonna kicked though. What shocked me is when it was announced, the award went to Delta Goodrem. How could she beat the trannies? I felt ripped off.

It was merciful though that she didn’t go p to accept the award. I thought it was strange, but after the award was announced they cut to an advert, Delta didn’t even bother thinking leaving her seat, despite the fact that with all the other awards the 18 year old won, she seemed to have a lot to say and even when she presented an award, she continued with the “thank-yous” that she had missed in her previous acceptances.

Then today I went to the Arias website (http://www.take40.com/index.php) to find out the winners of the few awards I missed. Now it has been well publicised in the last 24 hours that Delta won seven ARIAs from 10 nominations, so she hasn’t beaten the record set by Savage Garden a few years ago of 8 Awards from 14 nominations. After reading the list though I discovered Best video was not one Deltas gongs.

Delta won best single, best female artist, highest selling single, highest selling album, best pop release, best new artist single and best new artist album but best video went to who I thought is should have gone to, The Androids for “Do it with Madonna”.

There is no Video Hits site to talk of, so I can’t see that there is a separate award for best video and Video Hits best video, so what is going on? Was the entire awards ceremony a farce, or is it just the ARIAs?

Maybe there is a greater conspiracy going on though. Maybe Delta didn’t win any awards, and the Australian recording industry association thinks she is as crap and mundane as I do. She may not have won any awards and we were just lead to believe she did. In fact there are no Australians with any musical talent at all. We just import all the Musical talent from the US, the same way we did in the 1950’s.

Australians don’t want to hear Australian music anyway. Radio stations are legislated to play Australian music and the ARIAs are designed to make mediocre artist feel good, I mean look at Delta Goodrem.

quietly vindictive voyer

Saturday, September 20, 2003 02:35 a.m.

in two months it will be six years since I moved out of my parents house. the move was sudden. I wasn't expecting to move and I wasn't quite ready, if I gave it another year I would have been, but I was 20 and didn't know where to start. It wasn't that my move was exactly forced upon me by my parents, thogh they did nothing to stop it or help me. It was more that I felt that my life was at risk if I didn't move out.

I occasionally still cry myself to sleep at night with the memories of the day I realised I had to move for reasons of self preservation. it all started because I wouldn't turn my stereo down so he could talk on the phone because he wouldn't turn the TV down so I could hear the stereo. it ended with me calling the police. at one stage he had me pinned to a wall holding me with his hands around my neck and he was screaming "i could kill you like this, you know that I could kill you...". throughout this my father was metres away, powerless to stop it in his debilitated state (he had done his back in a few years earlier) and when the police arrived, he couldn't have his only son go to jail, so he drove his daughter in to the depths of depression instead.

thats my life, but it doesn't end there.

I have barely spoken to my brother in years, and conversations we have had have been far from civil. I wont even allow my parents to invite him in the house if I am at their place. the closest think to contact I have with him is my regular friday nights at karaoke

did I mention my brother is a bouncer? yes, he is a hired thug, who is hired at the bar I do karaoke at as their bouncer. he does little from what I have seen except try to be everyones mat, chat up chick and look menacing. I generally ignore him

after moths of relitively quiet bouncering, tonight there waas an incident. It all started when a patron jumped onto the stage holding a glass of beer. he was obvioulsy drunk and the DJ made commments trying to subtly alert the Bouncer. unless you have a half brink in a sock it is generally usless. Michael is meant to, on alert from the DJ, do a lap to ensure the security of staff and partons of the bar. the DJ was too subtle though and this was never done.

less then ten minutes later, maybe even less then five, the same patron spilt apparently a quatity of beer on the sound system. the DJ was not impressed, but because he still had no bouncer, him and another parton were left to remove the drunk patron.

what happened next I do not know. apparently though the patron threw a glass and it hit michael in the head. by the time I got out there, micheal was holding the patron in a head-lock, yelling at him as the patron yelled for release. Blood oozed down michaels face onto the patron and onto the ground.

an attpt was then made to clean up micheal. bar staff brought out a first aid kit and started cleaning him up and also washing the blood off the ground. to make the clean up easier, mnichael changed the position he was holding the patron in from a head lock sitting up to laying the patron on the ground and restraining him by the throat.

A bouncer is only allowed to use the same level of force applied onto him. micheal taught me that when he was getting his secrutiy license. throat restrain however, is never necessary.

michael sat on the patrons chest and held his throat while two other people tried to help restain the patrons legs. the patron struggled, and the more he did so, the harder the gripgot around his neck. eventually he sapt at michael, which only made michael press harder on his throat. the patrons voice rapidly became little more then a croak, before presure started to ease. blood was washed away from michaels head, and from the ground where it fell.

i stood their trying to see what had happened. as far as I am aware, because this was not in the bar or the immediate vicinty of the bar, there was not likely to be cameras, adn without witnesses there may not be able to be an accurate account of the unfolding events. then a man approached who identified himself as "the manager". when he advised there was nothing to see, I advised that I want to be a witness to the account of the patron as he bouncer had already broken two laws. Michael had so far used more then required restaint on the patron, and had bled on the patroon, therefore putting him at risk of various diseases. "the manager" laughed at me, the whole time trying to obstruct my veiw of the unfolding incidents. he threatened me saying I was either inside or out and if I was out I was to not go back in. I took one step back to be fully inside the licensed premises. he also started to threaten me with the fact that I would recieve no service, a threat I care little about seeing at this time of the night I wll only consume water and I never consume alcoholic beverages because I drive to and from karaoke. eventually I did re-enter the main bar, but not because of his threats, but because my song had come up.

staright after my song finished I sat back outside to watch the events continue. before I had re-entered the police had arrived and started questioning people. I sat down and watched, waiting. after enough details had been obtained and the police were leaving I went up to one of the officers. I advised him I was a witness against the bouncer, though my statemtns against him may not be useful due to the fact that he is my brother. I also mentioned that I have previosly tried to press charges against michael myself, the officer asked what for, I said assult. he then asked if the assult occurred here and I said no. the officer took my details anyway. satisfied I walked back to the bar

as I re-entered "the manager" followed me. I stopped to grab my LLB I had left on a table and as he passed me he advised I would not be getting any service. wehn I advised one of my friends of this threat, my friend asked if I wold go to the bar and buy him a drink. I didn't.

some of my freinds couln't understand why I was so passionatly in support of the patron, he did after-all throw a glass at the bouncer. it is more then that though. I know how badly he ruined my life. after how violent he was to me I promised it would not happen to anyone else. it is not like the incident at the start of the piece was a one off. It was actually the third time that year since he moved back into our parents house in february, that I felt he had come close to killing me. who says history never repeats, I mean 3 times in 10 months...

I know michael isn't entirly to blame for how bad he beat me. my paretns could have stopped it, damn it they could have even prevented it by bringing him up properly, but they didn't. one of those three times when I felt close to death, my mums reson for him to stop strangling me (and it was always strangliation) was that she didn't want him to go to jail. never mind hurting or even killing me, so long as he doesn't go to jail. I cannot respect my mother.

I believe what goes around comes around and karma is going to bite them all hard one day. Michael is well on the way to digging his own grave and I am standing there with a shovel waiting for him to jump in the grave so I can cover him in. As for my parents, they will one day learn the pain Michael caused did not stop at me and that his violence extended to others. I doubt they will care, but I can have said I tried. I wanted to stop him. I wanted to give others the chance to know what he was like by giving him a record, but my parents wouldn't let him live with that. I can only bide my time waiting for another oppurtunity to stop this monster. At least now I can live with myself, and I am hoping for a time when my parents can no longer live with themselves. I know the war may never be won, but I will win some of the next few battles, for something or at least someone to be saved.

vote stacking

Saturday, September 13, 2003 12:36 p.m.

the current ninemsn poll is Should Ground Zero remain a permanent memorial to September 11?
my opionion is no... they should build a bridge and get over it, and we only need another 3046 no votes. come on we can do it!!!


ok the ninemsn newspolls dont account for much... but they do debate some rather contencious isses like

Thursday 11 September: Do you fear that terrorist attacks will escalate?
Yes: 23982 (66%)
No: 12021 (33%)

Wednesday 10 September: Will the death penalty be just punishment for Samudra?
Yes: 17664 (58%)
No: 13019 (42%)

Tuesday 9 September: Should Don Bradman's $425,000 Baggy Green cap be exempt from GST?
Yes: 18722 (49%)
No: 19240 (51%)
THAT ONE DIVIDED THE NATION!!!

Monday 8 September: Do you welcome George Bush's visit to Australia?
Yes: 26035 (47%)
No: 29683 (53%)
.. if we were a real democracy that would mean he couldn't come, but the way our political system is structured, the 47% that said yes would be the majority in 55% of the seats... but then as I said... a nine msn newspoll doesn't account for much

anarchy 1.01

Thursday, September 11, 2003 10:25 p.m.

Today is September the 11th. More than just being the day after my birthday, it is also the anniversary of a couple planes crashing into a couple of rather tall buildings in the not so United States of America. These buildings were so tall that they were rather hard to miss, and who would have thought such a small incident would have an effect on anyone. The issue is though that this insignificant event had an enormous because of the amount of media available to cover the planes crashing, so now we are left to mourn on these anniversaries, mourning the end to sane journalism.

This year was the second anniversary of this aforementioned crash. You would have thought we would have built a bridge and got over it by now, but it did take about five years for us to get over the death of Lady Diana though and it was partially because of what is called 9/11 that we hear little of her. “Lady who,” I hear you ask.

So today I was on a bus that went past the US embassy here in Perth. I was heading into town to drop off some film, another seemingly insignificant story, but seeing the film didn't have any porn on it, I could take it to your average Kodak express, rather than having to trek out to Barbarellas. Unfortunately there are laws to normal photo labs even processing pornographic images, who would have thought that?

As I went past the US embassy I noticed that the flags outside the building were at half mast. I expected the US flag to be at half mast today, I mean America will do anything to get the Worlds attention and take attention away from their atrocities in the Middle East. The issue though was that the Greek and German flags outside the same building were also at half mast.

The thought occurred to me that if I hoisted the Greek and German flags to full mast, could I cause an international incident? It couldn’t be that hard to sabotage it I mean now that the war protests are over there is almost no police outside the US embassy.

Before I had a chance to try this, I went past the City of Perth Council offices and saw that not only was the Australian Flag was at full mast, but so were the WA Flag and the city of Perth flags. I thought John Howard would have sorted this out before the event. He has his head so far up southern US ass that you think he would have ensured that every level of Australian government was pandering to the US and treating it like the spoilt child that it is, but No.

I found it most amusing though that out of everything that the US flag on the Sheraton Hotel was at full mast. Do you think someone forgot to tell them or is it just that, like me the just don’t care.

something to tell the grand kids...

Wednesday, September 10, 2003 10:32 p.m.

A few years ago I was unemployed and desperate for a job so I turned to the community newspapers and here I came across a call centre job requesting only open minded people to apply. I thought I would give it a go, though I expected what it was. This would prove to Centrelink at least that I was looking for work.

I remember being asked at the interview "what is a nice girl like you doing applying for a job like this" I think I responded with something like I would do anything once. They asked me to come back for a trial, which I did.

So came the day when I worked for a phone sex line. I sat with a girl who had the phone on speaker while she went through the calls. I found out that some of the girls were ex pros, others were single mothers trying to make ends meet, but most were students who were studying between calls.

Contrary to popular belief, girls in phone sex don't get paid much. Despite the fact that, back then you were charged $4.95 per minute for the call, or $297 per hour, before by law the call was terminated, the girls received only $10 per hour plus bonuses for actively being on calls for over 13 hours of a week.

By the time a call came through to us the person had already been on the line for about 50 seconds listening to a recorded message that advised "if you are under 18, please hang up now" in a voice that could only be described as being far from seductive. Many of these people only lasted between 2 and 2.5 mins and that’s including the recorded message.

So I spent an afternoon harmlessly listening to calls, and then came the one that was the killer. I recognised that voice I thought. I think the girl who was actually taking the call (as I was still listening at this stage) saw my facial expression, but even if she didn't she still asked the guy his name, and he answered with his real name. This confirmed my worst fears. It was my best friend’s boyfriend of about three and a half years.

It took another two and a half years, until after they broke up before I could tell my friend what I heard. She laughed when I said he lasted less then the two and a half mins expected, but that in itself is another story.

I discovered that day that phone sex is a cool idea for a job when you can think of your customers as freaks and creeps and weirdos, but when they are sleeping with your friends, it is wrong.

Later that day I took my first call and it was a couple. A guy and a girl wanted threesome. After I got through that call I left, happy to never come back and not wanting to hear my friends boyfriends voice again

Things to do in Melbourne When You're Sober

Wednesday, September 3, 2003 12:08 a.m.

Being sober is over-rated, and if it wasn't for the fact that alcohol costs so much, I would be less sober more often. Then I went to Melbourne, the capital of the $2 pot. I can drink a few beers, it is not a good idea seeing you have to go home on a tram that rocks from side to side, so I had to find other forms of amusement and I discovered that there are things to do in Melbourne when you're sober.

Shopping is generally considered the number one activity. From high class shopping to factory outlets, but then I am the anti-fashion victim. So in the morning, after taking the requisite amount of Berocca’s I went out to find what else to do and discovered Ramsay St.

When I was last in Melbourne I discovered there are events based around the TV show "Neighbours" so this Time I decided I would do one of them. The two major events are the "Meet the stars” night which includes a trivia night and prizes and where you are guaranteed to meet at least three of the stars of the show. These three can include "Harold", Ian Smith who would be fun, but not usually "Toadfish", Ryan Moloney, after he apparently got in trouble for constantly hitting on the British backpackers that frequent these kinds of events. This was also the more expensive option and I haven’t watched the show in 13 years and I figured that the cost should reflect the care factor.

The Ramsay Street tour, at only $18 is a great way to get examples of how sad people can be. I sat next to a backpacker who was almost wetting himself over the fact that he was going to see Ramsay Street. It is actually called Pin Oak Court, but anyway...

So we went on our drive and point tour around the suburbs of Melbourne until we reached Pin Oak court and then we were released from out mini bus hell to walk around. Usually we would be able to walk up and down the street where actual people actually live, but they were filming on the street so it was blocked off and the residents were trapped inside their prisons, sorry houses. It isn't all bad for them though because they apparently get paid about $30 000 per year each house for the street to be used for the show.

We went behind the street and one of the “stars” joined us for picture and a chat. I think it was Blair, but like I care. Afterwards we went for a drive past the Global/Grundy studios and saw the top gazebo that Scott proposed to Charlene in, we drove past the school they use for the school scenes and later we saw the inside of the Burnley Swimming pool, sorry tunnel, not that that was ever in Neighbours, but it was one of the more interesting parts of the tour. So then I left Melbourne.

Go Ahead, Sue My Arse

Monday, September 1, 2003 12:23 a.m.

Sitting in a Maccas in Melbourne I saw a poster for Ronald McDonald house children’s charities in Victoria. It thanked the sponsors of Ronald McDonald house and advised about the impending gala ball for the sponsors. I then read the list of sponsors. The platinum national sponsor was Cadbury Schweppes, followed by the double gold sponsors including networks 7 and 10, AGL and Triple M

McDonalds is equal to Rochford Wines and Simpot (Four ‘n Twenty pies) in the Gold Sponsors group. This means there is about 10-15 companies that are greater sponsors to the charity that bares the McDonalds name. OK it is not really a revelation that Ronald McDonald Children’s House Charities are nothing more than a publicity campaign, but getting others to pay for it is going too far.

I can hear the whines that at least Maccas is a gold sponsor, but what money is given by McDonalds towards the Ronald McDonald charity. Think about how many times you have been through the drive through and thought “five cents change is fairly pathetic, I will just drop it into the catch for charity donation box”. McDonalds don’t have to pull money out of their own pocket when they have the pockets of their customers.

McDonalds let the publicity machine run on full throttle once a year on McHappy Day. On this day one dollar from every “Big Mac” sold goes to Ronald McDonald House. Not only are they getting a great promotion for their signature product, but they get famous personalities to staff the franchise so they don’t even have to pay the 15 year old wage slaves to make the charity burgers. So exactly how much the immense charitable effort is costing McDonalds, I don’t think it costs them much at all.

I have had a go at McDonalds’ version of charity in the past. In the same McDonalds franchise that I saw the aforementioned poster, I once saw a staff member walk up to a homeless person sitting in the store and hand him a cheese burger and say “I will give you this if you leave”. Sure that idea gives many starving students a means to be fed, but it isn’t charity, well not in the traditional sense.

Anyway these are my random thoughts about McDonalds and it just gives me another reason to hate McDonalds, as if that stupid salad menu wasn’t enough. Is it libel to think allowed and then to email those thoughts to 40 of my close friends? Is it also my fault if any of my friends use these points in arguments elsewhere thus spreading my random thoughts? Well if so let McDonalds sue me, they will get about as much from me as they would trying to sue a couple of environmental activists handing out anti-McDonalds pamphlets in the UK. Well maybe they would get my PC so I wouldn’t be able to write this tripe, but would that be such a big loss to the world?

and now, the end has come and we must face the final curtain

Thursday, August 28, 2003 05:37 p.m.

tonight is my last night in melbourne. I am saddened by this, but then I now have another excuse to drink stupid amounts.

so I head to a bar/cafe/net cafe called e55 (at 55 elizabeth st in melb) and I am meeting up with some friends there at 6pm, but I get here early thinking "I can check my email while I drink." and I sent some spam to my friend helen. 5 mins later I get an email back saying "are you here babe" I lean back in my chair and see here done the row of computers.

you know email has gone to far when you are emailing someone sitting 5 chairs away from you. ok I do that all the time at work, but thats to avoid working... this is just insane

Step back In Time

Tuesday, August 26, 2003 03:25 p.m.

I once thought that Melbourne was a city of intelligence and sophistication. That’s why I am back again in the town that is my home away from hell, I mean home. As I tram down the roads lined with oh so native winter deciduous trees, covered overhead by the almost permeant black clouds and I think to myself what a bloody stupid building federation square is. Then for intelligence sake, I spent Friday night at Retro

Retro is a nightclub that shows the other side of Melbourne, the side they won't publish in the tourist brochures. As the name suggests, they play retro music, but that is where the sense ends with this nightspot. There used to be a law student who worked there who had the sense to agree with me when after I have drunk several pots of beer I stated "beer tastes like crap", but that was then and this is now.

The DJ's take requests, so I requested "history never repeats" by Split Enz. Now Retro has two levels, the lower level, in their words, plays more commercial music, and the upper level is more alternative. When I requested Split Enz, they told me I would have to go upstairs. I asked them if they would play any Crowded House and again they told me to go upstairs. I thought the Crowdies would be commercial enough for them, but obviously not. I did discover later however that Transvision Vamp, Depeche Mode, Madness and New Order are all commercial enough though. The dislike of Crowdies and Split Enz can be explained however with one of two options. Either because they are Kiwi's they were considered to be evil and should not be played, or because New Zealand artists can be considered Australian for both radio and export purposes, they couldn't play it. Heaven forbid they could play something that could be even vaguely considered to be Australian in a nightclub in Australia.

Then we met homo-erectus. This guy was so neanderthal he should have been in a museum. I was sitting on a couch chatting to some friends, and next to me was a massage chair where you insert $2 to get a massage. He sat on the chair and turned to me and said "I bet you could give me a better massage than this chair could" I said "I don't know, I think that chair is pretty good" and turned away, he however continued to urge me to give him a massage. He also asked if he put $2 in would I get on the chair with him, and motioned towards some lewd acts, I turned away in disgust. He left but later came back to do a booty dance for my friend. This guys butt wasn't pretty and the wiggling did nothing for my friend.

After spending some time being stalked around the club by some weirdo, I left. I know I am desperate for a lay, but not desperate enough for Retro's patrons.

Human Carnage

Friday, August 22, 2003 05:04 p.m.

I usually wonder why I go to karaoke, but last week I got to see a show beyond that of what the usual group of amateurs puts up. Sure Cold Chisel songs were killed, and I again wondered why it was only their songs and not them themselves, but it went beyond that for a change. The best thing about last week is that I didn’t have to humiliate myself to increase the entertainment level.

The first sign that last weeks karaoke night was a little beyond the usual was when "hey, big spender" was sung. There is nothing unusual about the song being sung, or the way it was sung, I was just concerned about the performance around the song, which included the singer using the microphone cable as genital floss. If a person can consume that much alcohol by midway thought the evening to think that public displays of genital flossing could be appealing. Thankfully the flosser was fully clothed, but even so I refused to use the contaminated microphone, I mean it had been abused enough.

The nights toilet paper count reached two. The toilet paper count is when some walks around with paper attached to their foot. One girl jumped on stage with toilet paper and another tried to leave with the attachment. Could that be considered theft, I wonder?

The "highlight" of the evening though was about four songs from the end when a group of people went up on the stage to sing "the final countdown." Europe as a band would never generally be considered a highlight, but the group of people performing the song; well they were destined to make it interesting.

We had spotted on of the girls in this group earlier in the evening when she was on the dance-floor near our table. She wasn’t the most spectacular person, but the top she was wearing was special. It was a special top because of the way it barely managed to cling to her cleavage. She had a very low cut dress and a very ample cleavage and when we saw her a friend of mine pointed her out and commented that the top wouldn’t keep her in.

When this girl went onto the stage with the group to sing "the final countdown", we waited. She was hopefully inebriated and dancing rather violently on the stage, and eventually it happened, she popped out of her top about halfway through the song. She did try to fix herself up, but eventually gave up and kept up her performance. Everyone got up and surrounded the dance-floor to watch this spectacle and watched and once it was over they applauded. My immediate response however was "I hope I am not up after that, I don’t think I can top that performance", and fortunately I wasn’t.

So this week Melbourne and therefore unable to see the spectacle of K.K’s karaoke. Instead I will have to find spectacle elsewhere. I wonder if anyone wants to Retro tonight

what a pity thers things to do at home

Tuesday, August 19, 2003 01:26 p.m.

yes I have made it to melbourne. I am alive.

I have discovered that virgin not only lack in-flight meals, they also lack complimentary water and sleeping aides. I never thought it was all that important until I froze tyrying to sleep in the most umcomfortable position known to man. the pollow would have just been a token, but god, it would have almost made the flight bareable.

I love it when you are due to arrive in a place (as it said on my booking) at 6.30 am, then when you board you are informed you will arrive at 6.15am (screwing up anyone who might be coming to pick you up from the airport) and then actually arriving at 5.40am. This however was bareable simply because when I got off the plane there was a hudsons coffee open, sitting, staring at me saying "come in and have a caramel latte" which is what I immediatly did.

well I am going to go off now and enjoy the rest of melbourne. I have already sampled the beer dispite only having been here one night. me and some friends sampled for a number of hours, perhaps we should have changed beers eventually though, but hey when you find something you like, why change?

god bless america

Saturday, August 16, 2003 01:48 a.m.

It is amazing how much we rely on electricity; I mean I couldn't imagine my life without it. I wouldn't be able to read at night or watch TV or even type this email. I couldn't function for one night without electricity, but even I was astounded by how crazy some Americans went after having no electricity for about 8 hours.

Imagine what it would be like sitting on a New York subway and suddenly the power goes out. You don't know what has happened to the mad-man who was sitting across from you a moment ago, and you don't want to know. Instead the sensible part of you hopes that he is dead and the good and wholesome part of you thinks that that was not a nice thought. You can't see anything or anyone and you can't evacuate because the tunnels are dark because there are no lights

I don't know much about what actually happened in America, but what I do know is that riots started. Opportunistic people decided that an 8 hour power outage would be a great time to stock up on the items that they wanted and needed. These people didn't realise however, that guns and hand–cuffs don't need electricity.

The rioters and the pillagers are not the biggest concern though. The first thing that came to my mind was "how?” how did so many people suddenly get forced into darkness. I thought immediately that no matter how it happened, somehow al-Qaeda would be to blame. It was interesting that America quickly admitted that the mass service disruption of power was not the result of a terrorist attack.

Since September 11th 2001 when a couple of planes had their flight path redirected into the Twin towers, everything that has gone wrong in the world has been the fault of al-Qaeda. The Bali bombing was al-Qaeda; the reason Iraq had to go was Al Qaeda. Next they are going to claim that the slow destruction of the Great Barrier Reef was due to terrorist action, though I will agree that most tourists are terrible. It had to stop though, because al-Qaeda can't be everywhere.

I have noticed in the past few months that America has realised that a population in a state of fear can be hard to control. People have to fear Al Qaeda enough to allow us to bomb a country because they may have a vague connection to terrorism. If people fear too much though, anarchy will reign supreme. We will have riots that make the LA riots after the Rodney King episode look like a family fun day. So lightening was blamed for the electricity problem.

The most interesting story from the power outages though was that many new Yorkers could not get home due to the Outage. Some experienced homelessness and think that that’s what it is like for some people every night. This is just another example of Americans needing to get their heads out of their Arses.

regretting inititive

Wednesday, August 6, 2003 11:04 p.m.

I love the big issue, it is a great read. I also have a habbit of buying it to read at work and forgetting about it.

yesterday I picked up the big issue I bought over a week ago and the first page has an advert for lock up your boss day. this is a charity event for Kids Helpline. is advised to go to www.lockupyourbossday.com.au. for further information. well we don't have net access at work but I though it would be great to lock up some management so I asked some team leaders if we could do it. they tole me to email HR which i dutifully did.

that was late yesterday and by the time I left I hadn't recieved a response so I didn't think much about it. I didn't think anyone would take it seriously anyway. I was so very wrong.

I got in later this morning to start work and my email bos was full. this isn't unusual, I often get bombarded with spam, but these were all from the upper econs of the company.

fearful I opened the emails. fortunatly I found that it was just the management getting right behind the charity and ok-ing the idea of lock up your boss day. the problem was after going through the email, I found I had been nominated as an organiser. I couldn't organise a fuck in a brothel, but I had to do this now

I wouldn't have minded If I had got time of work to do this, infact I would have been quite happy, the problem is I dont usually start work until mid-day, but tomorrow I have to be at a 10 am meeting

I now regret showing inititive.

I now officially "bah humbug" promoting charities at my work

one of these things is not like the other

Sunday, July 27, 2003 08:28 p.m.

have you seen the ad for libra's new "wrap" tampons. these are the tampons that come in coloured wrappers.

this ad is an exaple of advertising gone insane.

the advert features a bunch of guys breakdancing. what does breakdacing have to do with tampons?

the worse thing though is that in an advert for womens sanitary products there is not one single female in the ad. PLEASE EXPLAIN

it was enough to see girls horse-riding and doing water sports in tampon ads. these ads of yesterday were meant to show that a period would not get in the way of fun, but what are the male breakdancers meant to show? that guys can use tampons too.

sure adverts are not meant to have much to do with reality, but I am sure most males would not want to have anything to do with tampons, unless they are partaking in a party trick... but then that just might be my friends...

sensationalised journalism

Thursday, July 10, 2003 12:03 a.m.

i just saw a story on 7's late news saying "if you are single you should try looiking in a differnt area" they went on to show where statisically (according to the census) more single males and females were. In WA more single males were found in West Perth... um... thats a gay area. sure there may be a higher amount of single guys there, but that isn't going to help any women.

but 7 brushed right over that fact

toilet doors

Wednesday, July 9, 2003 11:29 p.m.

tonight my housemate was planning to go to a friends house in North Perth. he left, and 2 minutes later walked back in. I said "you're back soon" he said "this is my headlights" and showed me a black piece of plastic.

My housemate drives a commodore, somthing around a 1992-1994 model. I don't know the alphabetty-spaghetti model number they give that car and I don't really care. I found it interesting that commodore drivers are so unintelligent though that they are not expected to be able to count up to numbers with multiple digits. instead of having a model number like 22 they have to put a "v"

anyway, so my housemate went to go out and broke the headlights switch on his dogie mode of transport. i then had a choice of listening to him making false endering comments about me, or just driving the bastard out of the house to shut him up... I couldn't drive fast enough

Nothing Ever Happens

Saturday, July 5, 2003 12:45 a.m.

Tonight I had the feeling of déjà vu. I was at karaoke, as I am most Friday nights, but the fact that I am there so regularly was not the reason for this feeling. As I looked around the room I realised that even though the place was reasonably crowded, I knew more than a quarter of the people in the room. Of the people I didn’t know, there was a few I wouldn’t mind getting to know, but that’s another story. The déjà vu came from the fact that three years previously I suffered from the same reasonable lack of anonymity. The nightclub I most regularly frequented then, I could often say I knew everyone in the room, but that was usually only when there was less then 10 patrons.

I have decided that this is not the fault of these establishments, but rather a fault of their location. They are in Perth, and Perth is little more than a country town.

If you have not read our daily newspaper, The West Australian, called The Worst Australian by it's readers; then let this be an example. Reader comment section in most newspapers is expected to go for about a page, maybe a page and a half. At least once a week, our (toilet) paper will have three and a half pages of comment. This is not because Western Australians are opinionated, though I wish those bastards in the northern suburbs would stop whining. No, it is because there is no actual news to put in our damned paper.

The television news has been dominated for the past two weeks with news of the state government introducing a curfew on minors in Perth’s major nightclub region, Northbridge. Really, what city has a curfew? This just proves we are in a country town here.

This is a city that still refuses to allow most shops to trade on a Sunday in the suburbs. We claim we are part of a civilized culture, but all I see is backwards thinking. We have inadequate public transport and don’t even get me started on the lack of communications services available to people even within a ten-minute drive of the CBD.

You would think that Perth, the capital of WA the state that Supplies Australia with almost half of its mineral wealth would be a little more advanced than this. The East Coast based Federal Government has a fair bit to answer for, and hey, if they ignore us, we will ignore them. I mean “what other states?” ok the curfew and the kitty-litter tray newspaper is maybe more our fault, but hey they also have to be at fault. I can’t just blame us, I mean I am Western Australian and well West is Best.

Though this place is like “Groundhog Day” I will defend it, and as the needle returns to the start of the song and before we all sing along like before, I will leave you with two words. HELP ME!

laid

Tuesday, July 1, 2003 09:40 p.m.

Saturday night my housemate, his friend Pixel and I went to a party. I like parties. there are so many interesting things to see at them. glasses breaking, people throwing up and scaltily clad people who have passed out in the lounge room are just some of the possible sights at a party, or at least the ones I go to. I mainly go however, to chat candidly with my friends.

During this particular party I bumped into my housemate and Pixel chatting to some girls about breasts. Pixel has breasts that I am envious of, and he is male, and everyone was copping a feel. The coversation however, was mainly between myhousemate, pixel and two girls who they had met at the party, so I left them to my breasts and continued mingling

later I was chatting to someone and a girl came running in and said that someone was throwing up in the bathroom. fortunatly the bathroom was a room with a bath in it and the toilet was in a separate section of the house, so when we banged on the door and recieved no response, we eventually continued with the night. It is not that we are totally heartless, but I guess we figured that it si embarrasssing enought losing your cookies at a party without having an audience.

It was getting late. It was well past midnight and cinderella was now riding home in a pumpkin, but at least she was going home. My housemate had driven, so I saught him out so we could get home. I gave up for a while and after a conversation or three went back to the persuit of hometime. I eventually found Pixel who said he haddn't seen my housemate Ralph, in a while. as I lest him in the loungeroom, I realise he was chatting to one of the girls he had been talking to earlier in the "breast" conversation, but where was the other one. slowly but surely it clicked and the whole night came together at once. There was no one throwing up in the bathroom.

I started telling people what had just dawned on me. it was Ralph in that bathroom and he was getting laid. this caused fits of hysterical laughter, but the funniest thing was that it turned out to be true. Ralph was getting laid in a cold bathroom with a girl he had been conversing about breasts with. Apparently when they exitted, there was about eight people waiting outside the door. later one of my friends, Firebird, asked my housemate if he was enjoying himself. Firebird had a grin of knowledge, Ralph had a grin like a cat that had just eaten all the cream.

Apparently the girl was 18. She also asked Ralph for his age, though that is something she wouldn't want to know, because nine years is a long time.

It was a party, and these things have to happen though. there is alcohol to be drunk and sex to be had, and atleast someone in my household got both.

regulated shopping hours

Wednesday, June 25, 2003 08:58 p.m.

It is great to see that WA will be left behind the rest of civilization until at least 2005, because it will be a minimum wait until then before we lose the shackels of restricted trading hours.

I have nothing to do with Harvey Norman or any other reatiler. I am a 20-something who works in a call centre. I am single and I work odd hours so I don't get to use my disposable income to prop up the WA economy. infact I have no time to spend my money at all because when I am not at work, everything is closed.

I do have Saturdays, but I would much rather spend that time relaxing and socialising than spending half an hour (as I did the other weekend) driving around a shopping centre carpark so I could get my weekly groceries. I would however, be driving around the shopping centre alone because my housemate, who is a student and who shares grocery expenses with me, works on weekends.

regulation of shopping hours supports those who can trade outside of standard trading hours, but what does it do for the consumer? how does it assist the average West Australian? well it doesn't

I have heard many arguements to why WA should not have deregualted shopping hours, and I have not found one yet that I cannot argue against. firstly I have heard that deregulated shopping hours will increase crime. how can this be so when the centre of our suburbs would not only be lit up by traders, but be populated by their staff. safety in numbers one would have thought.

Propaganda that I found at my local IGA informed me that "you'll be forced to travel greater distances to visit shopping centres with multi-storey car parks". the people will only travel as far as they want to. If poeple don't want to drive across town to shop, they wont and they will wait until other stores apen, the same way I currently have to.

This same pamphlet tells me that "...only competition will keep prices down", yet our current laws prevent that competition from existing.

I also find it interesting that 3 years ago I used to go into Foodland in Perth about once every month or so. I never saw more than four people in line for a register and if there was they would open the second register. I have gone to Woolworths in Perth a few times since it opened and every register was open. even the "eight item or less" line had no less than eight people in all but one occassion I have been there. have woolworths taken away from foodlands customer base or have they created a demand?

I have also heard that WA's population will not make deregulation of shopping hours viable. we cannot sustain a level of competition with our population. however without deregulation we wont even sustain this level of population. we are already experiencing a mass exedus of 20-somethings like myself, who are unable to live in a 24 hour society with restricted trading. single 20-somethings like me are oftern forced to work rotating shifts and work "the graveyard" hours to obtain and remain in the workforce. many of us do it, there are some 200 in my company alone. for our state to remain a viable option for employers from WA and interstate we need deregulated shopping hours. the increasing inconvenience of regulation in shopping hours is just one of many factors that contribute to WA not being an option for major employers. if employers cannot retain staff becaue they are constantly unhappy and worn out from trying to do simple things around work, or leaving altogeher because the cost of "esy plus" groceries and "fast eddy's" dinners gets too much, then why should they look at WA?

de-regualtion of shopping hours doesn't only help the youth population get jobs, it gives others in the youth population the ability to keep their non retail jobs. It is not just the young thjat this would effect though. A mother with a crying baby can have competition and choice when purchasing emergency nappys at 9pm, pensioners, infact anyone can do their shopping early in the morning and have the rest of the day for persuits and families can shop together.

I was interested to read in the west online that Dr gallop "recognised people's desire for more shopping hours but allowed families time together on Sundays". why Sundays? I understand the Christian reasoning behind this, but isn't that being prejudiced against other religions? If we don't trade on Sunday, then we shouldn't on Saturday either. well then maybe not at all because there are days of importance for every religion.

I cant tell you how much we NEED at least Sunday trading, be full deregulation would be preferable.



Monday, June 23, 2003 08:12 p.m.

I have been called a non conformist by some friends, but then I don't exactly conform to non conformity, but then who does, besides the tiny goths and faux anarcists. with the pressure for people to conform, putting your kids on drugs to force them into conformity is some parents last hope.

the burden of middle-classness. You can't afford the education, but you can't afford not to have the education. you can't afford the house repayments, but you can't live on the street. you are not afraid of dying, but there is no more will to live.

thats when you know there is no hope left, when you are just waiting to die.

and what is there to die for, because you have to die for a reason. your life was pointless if your death doesn't do anything or mean anything, particulary, if like the rest of the middle class, you did nothing in your life.

so there has to be a reason, there has to be some form of hope, because life cannot be hopeless or worthless, only objects and materialistic possesions can be

get over yourself already

Saturday, June 7, 2003 12:29 a.m.

there are some people in the world who can't take anything seriously except themself. I can no longer put up with people who are self absorbed. this week I had to deal with the unwanted over-attention of a person who i cannot legally say was stalking me. I also had to dal with a "friend" who cannot converse about anything but himself.

I might have been able to handle the car ride where he talked non stop about his job, his pay and the bonuses he gets (a story he has already told me serveral times before, including once this week), I might have even been able to handle him singing in my car, but then again maybe not. I may have also been able to put up with the questions on how good he was, save for one thing.

during my week of great stress I asked him one favour. everything else this week that he had done he had demanded or offered to do, but I only had one thing I actually wanted him to do. I wanted him to contact the family of the person harrassing me to tell them that his attention was not wanted. it wasn't the fact that he told me when I picked him up that he hadn't got a chance to make this 5 minute call that upset me most. it was that when talking about it, he tried to take credit for the fact that my harrasser has stopped harrrassing me.

as insensitive as this seems it gets worse. the group he pompously groated infront of included one Msquared, the person who had actually been makeing contact with the guy harrasser and worked as an in-between. it is most likely thanks to him that I am no longer being harrassed.

and here was this said friend, again trying to proove he was the most important person in someones world other than his own. I know the truth and Msquared knows the truth. I just wish this FRIEND would have someone slap him in the face and tell him to build a bridge and get over himself.

and this friend wonders why he is still single.

maybe it is too soon

Friday, June 6, 2003 08:39 a.m.

I think the "hanger-onner" (who I cannot legally call a stalker) has given up. it has been more than 24 hours without a knock at the door

it maybe too soon to tell though

it's not over 'til its over

Wednesday, June 4, 2003 11:10 a.m.

girl meets guy at party, girl is drunk and allows guys advances. guy thinks girl is interested and comes to visit her the next day. girl too hung over to say FUCK OFF guy comes back later that night and harrasses girls housemate as girl isn't home, comes to visit again 3 times the next day before girl is home from work and tells him she isn't interested.

you think it would stop there wouldn't you

including the above, psyco (formerly know as "guy") has visited 6 times, called twice and sms'd twice. girl has said she is not interested, girls housemate implied heavily she is not interested and girls friends have told him that he should lay off.

this has not stopped him

the sixth visit was psyco banging on girls front door at 8.45 am this morning, then giving up on that and banging on the back door for a while before leaving.

he is not a stalker because he has only been harrassing me for a few days and stalking is usually in the order of months. he has made no threats of violence or committed any acts of violence so depite the fact that he has produced a hook knife, which is an illegal weapon, I cannot press any charges. I would put out a restaining order, but I on't have enough details, the WA police suggested getting his rego number.

so when is the law meant to protect me?

alcohol poisoning

Sunday, June 1, 2003 10:42 a.m.

I haven't been drunk since Valentines day because I always have to drive places. Also we do know what or who happened on Valentines. so then with that incident in mind, perhaps it wasn't a good idea to organise a eurovision drinking party.

the rules to the eurovision drinking game were found at http://www.cowgate.demon.co.uk/mit/drinking/eurovision.html, and though it seemed like a good idea at the time, even though we edited the 2 pages of reasons to drink, the first act we didn't drink for was about the eighth. so every three minutes I had to have a drink

maybe I shouldnt have done full shots. in hindsight, cock sucking cowboys might not have been the best idea, but I did it anyway. even after I chucked, i didn't get the hint that it was a bad idea. then there was the guy who started smutting me after I threw up.

I thought he as trying to take advantage of the obviously drunk chic, until he popped by my place the next day and started trying to smut me again.

what did I do to deserve the unwanted attention from obviously desperate men? how do I stop it?

obviously my only choice is to stay sober, but taking the world on sober is just to close to having to deal with reality for my liking

MEN!

Sunday, May 25, 2003 12:45 a.m.

I have a lot of male friends. I haven't so much done this on purpose, just I can't stand most chics. they drive me up the wall with their hormonal whinges, but worse than that many females are insanely jealous selfish bitches. I usually find men easier to deal with and less judgemental, or at least if they judge, they keep it to themsleves around females

now this is a gross generalisation and my female friends will appreciate that and accept that they are the exceptions

Men creat problems that dont usually exist with female friends. maybe because most of my female friends are not raging dykes, but I noticed that my male friends tend to hit on me a bit.

men seem to have the attitude "well she's female, she's breathing and she is talking to me, so that means she is fair game". this is SSSSOOOOOOOO not the case.

when I am not dealing with the jealousy of a male friends current or ex girlfriend, I feel I have to politly refuse my friends advances, because I value their friendship, but they are friends which automatically meant to me that I DON'T WANT TO FUCK THEM. why can't they get this point

I don't know! men!

win some

Sunday, May 18, 2003 10:13 p.m.

today I went to the footbal and finally got to see my team win. this is the 5th time I have gone to see Fremantle play, the first time at home and the first time I have seen them win. it is a good thing.

then I get home wearing my scarf and making noise with my clapper and singing the freo song, and eventually my housemate decided to watch TV. this wouldn't be so bad if my PC, where I have been sitting all night, wasn't right next to the TV. so I have had to endure the movie "bedazzled" so my housemate (male) could see Liz Hurley in tight fitting clothes.

i guess you win some and you lose some

boat

Saturday, May 17, 2003 05:31 p.m.

on todays news it was mentioned that a couple of boats landed on Australian shores today, though for a bit of a difference these were welcomed because instead of having refugees, they had our troops coming back from war. this was very different to refugees landing on our shores because even the PM welcomed them with a speach! shock horror. you would never see that is a boat load of refugees landed in freo. it would be of to port headland you go and into detention.

maybe the moral is if the refugees had proof that they had attemted to kill or had killed people for Australias or the US's interests, then they might be welcomed too

Eurovision

Monday, May 12, 2003 09:50 p.m.

I am horrified with SBS. They are screening the eurovision without the terry wogan commentry on sunday 25th may. I have to wait another 6 days after that for woganvision. SBS just brings back memories of the Effie incident of 2001, but I am too traumatised to go back there...

Israel

Sunday, May 11, 2003 10:25 p.m.

tonight, due to the lack of "quality veiwing" on TV (it is logies night) I watched a doco on the history of the jewish/palistinian conflict. at the end of the doco there was a line (and I paraphrase dreadfully) 'more than 22 years after the end of world war II, the jews had finally shed the shackles of the holocaust' ( in referentce to the end of the war against the arab states and israels "win" and the fact that the flag of israel now flew next to the flags of other nations)

if the jews and israel have shed the shackles of teh holcaust, why are western nations still made to feel guilt for it. one of my friends responded that it is because making people feel guilty for their current state is what the jews do best.

everyone has to have a skill I guess

i've got a problem....

Wednesday, May 7, 2003 10:30 p.m.

i think it is bad when you walk into your local bottlo and even though they don't call me by my name yet, they know exactly what i drink and they know that if i go hunting through the wines, they are safe to go have a smoko and I still wont have made a decision by the time they get back.

the problem is tonight they gave me their busness card... the next step is a discount card and then I will know that I am an alco

It's a Cruel World

Saturday, May 3, 2003 12:13 p.m.

Why is it that in a room full of men, all the vaguely interesting or good-looking men are taken, and all the men that try to hit on to me are losers? For instance at my regular karaoke night I recently had the drunkest and most desperate guys trying to get my attention. The most vaguely acceptable physical attention I relieved was from a gay guy and a chic. Sure I had a straight male friend massaging my back, but he's an engaged Italian so there are two strikes there. I also know better than to touch friends.

A psychic told me recently that I would meet my match through work I was not surprised, I mean with the great selection at karaoke I know I wont meet a man worth having there, and this is my major social outing of the week. The only hope for my sanity is that as the drunks get drunker, I remain sober so I don’t end up with one of them.

At a karaoke night you would expect some form of talent but you would be sadly mistaken. Musical talent rarely appears on the stage. The noises that come out through the speakers are often so bad; I wonder why I torture myself with it every week. I thought it was because I was a masochist, but then I also get up on the stage and torture others so I guess this would make me a sadist. I think the reason I go is for the company of my good friend, but then this idea can also be debated. At least I can fall back on writing these pieces when the torture gets too much

One of my friends noticed me writing this piece at karaoke and asked if I was going to mention him in it to which I responded, "do you want to be in it?" he decided that since the aim of these pieces is to 'take the piss out of everything' he thought it might not be a good idea, but I figured he might think differently when he is sober. I know David was drunk because I was told he had had half a bottle of bourbon BEFORE going to karaoke, because you need it. He was however, amazed to find that the Breathalyzer machine in the bar deemed him able to drive, but those things always lie.

I note here on how you break a Breathalyzer machine. Put a shot of a strong spirit in your mouth, then you blow the spirit directly into the Breathalyzer. Not that I have ever tried this though.

I guess the reason why I endure karaoke is simple, I cant resist being in a room full of women dressed in the worst 80's tragedies or in tight trousers showing off their camels foot and I cant resist that sweet smell of desperation, it mixes so well with cigarettes and alcohol. This sadness is so humorous that it makes the "entertainment" bearable.

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