26 02 2006

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Attempt Picture Post

26 02 2006

This is am attempt at putting photo's in a post so if it works hopefully you'll see a picture of my dogs Sam and Kelly.

       Kelly        Sam                                               

The Idea I Stole From Taz

26 02 2006

Just to let people know I stole this idea from Taz.

This is a quick, short list of all the stuff I like and don’t like…. and well… you know that stuff in-between.


My favourite foods there is a whole list of’em.

I really like spaghetti!

Basically all junk food I like.

I have a love for California Rolls (for anyone who doesn’t know what that is, it’s sushi).

In year 7 I went through a faze of every day buying a Toffee Apple and in year 8 it was Redskins. I haven’t worked out this year’s fav candy.

Fav Movie
 Where to begin!I swear when we watched Titanic in English I almost cried LOL but I have dignity (I will not allow myself to cry at school).I hate horror movies the worst so far being 13 ghosts. (Gem why did you make me watch that movie LOL)

Speaking of horror movies the first one I saw when I was about 5 was Anacondas but if you want to go really far back the first movie I got scared of was E.T when I was 3 years old (I didn’t like the starting music and I would scream).

My fav kinda scary movies are final Destinations 1 & 2.

I love comedies. I live for them.

Which puts the Umbilical Brothers and Jackass at the top of my list; I also like Jim Carrey in Ace Ventura When Nature Calls.

Songs I Listen To
 Since I don’t know half of the names of the songs I listen to I’ll just list the bands.Jimmy Eat WorldSomething Corporate

Real Big Fish

The Shins

Good Charlotte (Old stuff)

Linken Park

Blink 182

Nickleback (Old stuff/ some new)

Shows I Watch
 FuturamaJackassFamily Guy

South Park



Stargate SG1 and Atlantis


Fav Sports
 Well as most people know I swim for sport so that comes at the top of my list because I’m good at it.I like soccer because when I’m defense all I have to do is kick it away but I really should learn to aim the ball.I was the catcher in softball so I guess I like that one too. Except the mask and knea pads that ended up bruising my legs.

My Friends
 Well I can’t name their names so I’ll just put nicknames down. They know who they are.Honey BTaz

Speedy Gonzales

Seeice (Pronounced See- i-s)


 Too many to count.I have2 dogs Kelly and Sam.

5 tortoises Phil, Bill, Mill, Till and Lill.

2 budgies Mr. Proud and Peat.

2 chickens Avery and Madonna. (3 died just recently by a fox attack. Their names were Scarlett, Lillica and Houdini).

2 ducks Pebbles and Chocolate. (2 Ducks died one a while ago but the other in the fox attack their names were Bubbles and Milo).

50 tropical fish (I’m not naming any of them they are just ‘the fish’).

Last but not the last pet we’ll ever get my cockatiel ‘Pip’. (Also known as ‘Birdie by everyone in my family).

Things I Love To Do Most
 Sleep in!Listen to music really loud and sing and dance when no one else is home.Play saxophone down the backyard.

Muck around with friends.

Make people laugh!

Play computer games and websites.



Well I’ll probably scab another one of these lists sometime but they’re fun to do so you know. LOL and I said it would be short! (I lied!) Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Story: The Never Ending Path To Realization

25 02 2006

I walk alone.

Down a path worn down over time from many people that once were here before me.

The concert blocks go on forever. The wind is strong.

It blows across the fields and teases the long yellow grass.

No houses. Power lines run across and through the fields.

The only thing keeping the outside world from crashing in on me is the barbed wire fence on both sides of the path.

I keep walking.

The sky becomes grey and beings to rumble.

I walk faster.

It starts to rain.

I break into a run.

I run faster and faster, yet never going anywhere.

The rain pounding against my skin like thousands of tiny needles.

I then realize that if I keep running from the rain it will keep chasing me.

I stop and turn around and begin to run the other way.

Soon enough the rain is gone.

I look around to find I was back where I started, at the beginning of the path but facing a new road.

Thoughts: Constant Bullshit and Blabbering

16 02 2006

I am what I am. To be what I am is nothing special. To exist at all is a gift or a curse. Really how you look at life is part of the way that makes you what and who you are. What I’m talking about is the glass half full stuff. I know its bullshit but it is really an idea. A simple idea that exists in my head that is usually never there and never comes out. To sit here covering my eyes and ears to see what would come into my head that I could write about. You know what I heard, nothing. I saw darkness and I heard silence. For a moment in time I felt like I was deaf and blind. Although I couldn’t think then the idea hit me that was the darkness and the silence and frustration of not being able to imagine the impossible.

Some people say nothing is impossible if that were true then we would all be dead now. My guess is from designing a weapon that is destructive enough to destroy our entire world and the planets next to us.

The thought that humanity will destroy itself is pretty depressing to think that we will be the death of this world. Then there is always the possibility that humanity will come to their senses and not blow ourselves up but mass murder all the people that want to created weapons and turn our world into one mass graveyard.

To kill, create and die. Death itself may not be our demise. Some believe if you are good you’ll go to heaven and if you are bad you will go to hell nothing more nothing less. To be that god or the devil decides your fate.

I do not believe so. Others believe that when we die our souls are recycled into another life like card bored to toilet paper.

That we have many lives and many more to come.

There for we never really die their again cheating the system. When there are no more people for our souls to go to we all get trapped in a sprit world or in reality, die.

I still do not believe this. In my opinion I say that after we die our bodies decompose but our spirits or souls relive our lives over and over in a sort of spiritual time loop.

So I do believe that we see our loved ones again because that makes it easier to accept when you die that there is someone waiting for you on the other side.

Maybe there is not we might just die and then go to be nothingness. I tired to imagine what this world of nothing where you don’t exist and you are dead is like. My mind couldn’t even being to understand or ever imagine what this world is like.

All I keep seeing is the world we live in now. The one where I go to school 5 days a week and the most important thing on my mind is wether I did my homework or not. The land where I share my life with my friends my family and others that I know and care for.

I do not know what life to expect or wether I’ll see these people on the other side one day but the world I share with them now is the one I love the most because they are in it.


Poem: Forever Forgotten

14 02 2006

The boy

No older than eight

In the deserted park

Sat alone and forgotten

He just sat there

By himself

In the playground

He was silent

The clouds were dark

The day was going

I observed casually

And waited

The people left

He was alone

No one was there

Except him and me

It began to rain

Thunder and pour

Night was advancing

Still no one came

I didn’t know

Whether the water

Trickled on his face

Was rain or tears

His expression strong

His eyes scared

 Looking around

For something, anything

 Rain kept falling

The boy cried

For his mother

Who did not come

I grabbed my umbrella

 Looked up the road

The street light flicked

No cars

I looked back

The boy was staring

At me blankly

His face tear stricken

He pointed

I thought at me

I turned around

My ride was here

I climbed in

And looked outside

The boy still watching


As we drove

Further away

The lonely boy

Began to fade

The boy I saw

Had gone

He waited too long

As he did everyday

For you see

In my time

He does not live

But he exists

 Don’t forget the boy

No older than eight

Reliveing his misery

Alone and forgotten forever

Poem: My Family The Dead

11 02 2006

The bombs were dropped.
Two seconds the explosion hit.
Cowering under the table.
Covering our ears we sit.
Unknowing if we were next,
My blood was pumping quick.
As if death was watching me,
Terror that made me sick.

The earth trembled,
My ears pound.
Afraid to open my eyes,
Afraid to look around.

Explosions became louder,
The bombs dropped more near.
A wave of sound and force,
Brought deafness to my ear.

In panic I lay still,
In pain I did not shift.
Scared more wreckage would fall,
A muscle I did not lift.

Forever had passed,
Moved on the planes of war.
With my arm I reach,
To find it there no more.

With a chocking scream,
I stare at my lost arm.
Obliterated up to my shoulder.
My heart racing in alarm.

I look around the rubble,
To notice some pink toes.
I see who they belong to,
My breathing suddenly froze.

My arm no longer concerning,
My mother’s body next to me.
I shook her to wake her,
Her life now ceased to be.

Clouds outside rumbled,
On my skin I felt rain.
The bodies of my family,
Caused my heart great pain.

What used to be my home,
Just a butcher shed.
My home a graveyard.
For my family, the dead.