About 6 weeks ago, I was informed that our Tai Chi Academy had been invited to participate in the Australian Kung-Fu Wu-Shu Federation's 1st Western Australia State Kung-Fu/Wu-Shu & Tai Chi Championships.
After a lot of trying to not think about it too much, I've decided to enter. I don't know if I am going to do any more than just the basic form, or whether I'll be confident enough to do weapons as well (although Maxine reckons my weapons forms are a lot better than some peoples). So I guess I should start practicing a lot more. I can see by reading some of the regulations, I'm going to end up feeling comparitively naked when competing - not allowed to wear jewellry of any description, nails must be short, no metal hair clips (wonder what exactly they mean by that?), no heavy metal, body piercings, earrings or rings (I thought that they'd have come under jewellry, anyway).
And reading a bit more of the rules and regs, I see I can only enter one weapons event. So that just leaves me to decide on sword or sabre. And it doesn't look as though I'll be able to qualify for a State Title, as I'd need to enter two "Bare Hand" routines and one weapons routine. I only have one bare hand routine.
And reading the write-up on the website linked above, I really don't consider myself to be to be included in Western Australia's talented athletes list...It's just tai chi, after all!
Erg, the other annoying thing about this, is that I'm sure I've come across a reference to the head of the AKWF through work. It's a tad disconcerting, because I might actually be wrong. And I've got no way of checking, because the paperwork I would've seen the reference on has been sent back to the client and we wouldn't have kept a copy of it...
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Saturday, 19 May 2007
Spiderman, Spiderman.
Would you believe that this drawing was done by a four-year-old? Drawn from memory? Well, it was. Spiderman, in his blue-and-red suit, ready for action! Drawn by my four-year-old neice, Phoebe. She really loves to draw. Give her a container of pencils and/or textas and a wad of paper, and you'll keep her quiet for a reasonable length of time!
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
Shiney and new!
Welcome weary traveller.
If you've arrived here from my Yahoo blog, you'll find that all the posts that I did there are now here. (Let me tell you it was fun copying all those posts - I'm just glad I don't post on a daily basis!) However, I haven't transferred your comments across. You can have the excitement of re-reading all my posts and making new and interesting comments! Although, you don't have to if you don't want to. However, I know where most of you live, and I have swords!
If you've stumbled across my blog just because you were browsing the vastness of the internet, disregard that last paragraph. Well, most of it, anyway.
Anyhow, it should be fairly obvious why I've changed blogging software. I've had a number of people say to me that they want to comment on various things, but don't particularly want to join the Yahoo blogging community to do so. I don't really blame them. The only reason I joined Yahoo 360° was so I could comment on someone else's blog! So now all those people who've said to me that they wish they could comment on my blog, well, now you can!
If you've arrived here from my Yahoo blog, you'll find that all the posts that I did there are now here. (Let me tell you it was fun copying all those posts - I'm just glad I don't post on a daily basis!) However, I haven't transferred your comments across. You can have the excitement of re-reading all my posts and making new and interesting comments! Although, you don't have to if you don't want to. However, I know where most of you live, and I have swords!
If you've stumbled across my blog just because you were browsing the vastness of the internet, disregard that last paragraph. Well, most of it, anyway.
Anyhow, it should be fairly obvious why I've changed blogging software. I've had a number of people say to me that they want to comment on various things, but don't particularly want to join the Yahoo blogging community to do so. I don't really blame them. The only reason I joined Yahoo 360° was so I could comment on someone else's blog! So now all those people who've said to me that they wish they could comment on my blog, well, now you can!
14 May 2007
I know I've not written in a while. But nothing of great interest has been happening. I did manage to find Replacement Boots. And they were on special, too, since the store was having 25% off all boots. As I don't have a picture of them, you can see them here in the third row down on the right hand side. They're called "Ducati".
I spent Thursday and Friday off work last week due to a virus. I managed to miss out on a whole bunch of exciting stuff, including fire alarms, an assault across the road from work, and a broken photocopier. However, back to work today, and I feel exhausted. Nothing like having the place fall to bits as people don't have the time to do your job as well as theirs. Plus we've got a lodgement deadline tomorrow, too. That always makes things fun.
I also managed to pick up this in a Queen size a few weeks back in a bedding store at the local shopping centre. Unfortunately, I only needed a Double size, so originally Mum (since I went shopping with her) actually bought it for her room. She then had second thoughts as she really thought that it wouldn't go with her room's colour scheme (sky blue), but would look spot on in mine (pale blue-green). Consequently, being the supurb seamstress she is, and wonderful mother to boot (yes, I am sucking up), Mum cut down the quilt cover for me.
I had an interesting thing happen today, which has left me feeling a little guilty in a way. I was on my way to the bank, and as I was passing St George's Cathedral, spied a five dollar note lying on the ground. I picked it up, and looked around (not too hard, admittedly), but couldn't see anyone in sight. I thought "Yay! Extra five bucks for me!" Then I felt all guilty and thought that I really shouldn't lay claim to it like that. So I turned round, entered the Cathedral, and left it as a donation. The gentleman I accosted seemed rather startled. So I left the Cathedral feeling as though I've done a good deed, yet I still feel as though that really wasn't my money to have done that with. Maybe it has something to do with donating it to the Cathedral named after a dragon-killer?
I spent Thursday and Friday off work last week due to a virus. I managed to miss out on a whole bunch of exciting stuff, including fire alarms, an assault across the road from work, and a broken photocopier. However, back to work today, and I feel exhausted. Nothing like having the place fall to bits as people don't have the time to do your job as well as theirs. Plus we've got a lodgement deadline tomorrow, too. That always makes things fun.
I also managed to pick up this in a Queen size a few weeks back in a bedding store at the local shopping centre. Unfortunately, I only needed a Double size, so originally Mum (since I went shopping with her) actually bought it for her room. She then had second thoughts as she really thought that it wouldn't go with her room's colour scheme (sky blue), but would look spot on in mine (pale blue-green). Consequently, being the supurb seamstress she is, and wonderful mother to boot (yes, I am sucking up), Mum cut down the quilt cover for me.
I had an interesting thing happen today, which has left me feeling a little guilty in a way. I was on my way to the bank, and as I was passing St George's Cathedral, spied a five dollar note lying on the ground. I picked it up, and looked around (not too hard, admittedly), but couldn't see anyone in sight. I thought "Yay! Extra five bucks for me!" Then I felt all guilty and thought that I really shouldn't lay claim to it like that. So I turned round, entered the Cathedral, and left it as a donation. The gentleman I accosted seemed rather startled. So I left the Cathedral feeling as though I've done a good deed, yet I still feel as though that really wasn't my money to have done that with. Maybe it has something to do with donating it to the Cathedral named after a dragon-killer?
23 April 2007
I guess that there are times where I'll use this blog as a personal vent space, and other times, it'll be because I do actually want to share stuff with you readers. I'm sorry that the following post seems more of the former than the latter, today.
Don't you just love days where you feel as though it may have been better to have never gotten out of bed? Today seems to be one of those days for me. Although it kinda makes sense when you discover that apparently it's St George's Day - Dragons Beware!
Anyhow, my tale of woe started as I was climbing into the shower (get your minds out of the gutters, people!). I ended up kneeing the door frame of the shower as I got in. So hard that I was more worried about if I'd broken the door frame than any damage I might've done to my knee. Fortunately, the door frame is a lot tougher than me, and I've come away with a crippling bruise on my knee. Yay. Well, my horoscope the other day said to expect a week full of cuts and scrapes...
Next, I discovered last week that my favourite knee-high boots (AKA The Boots) are disintegrating. So I thought that today would be the day I drag them into work so I can take them to a cobbler and get the verdict. Sadly, there wasn't anything he could do. It looks like I'll have to find replacements. Which, considering that they're at least 5 years old, is going to be virtually impossible, because they're no longer technically fashionable.
The Boots. Plus the crap underneath my bed. And pretty flare effect from the flash reflecting in the mirror.
Don't you just love days where you feel as though it may have been better to have never gotten out of bed? Today seems to be one of those days for me. Although it kinda makes sense when you discover that apparently it's St George's Day - Dragons Beware!
Anyhow, my tale of woe started as I was climbing into the shower (get your minds out of the gutters, people!). I ended up kneeing the door frame of the shower as I got in. So hard that I was more worried about if I'd broken the door frame than any damage I might've done to my knee. Fortunately, the door frame is a lot tougher than me, and I've come away with a crippling bruise on my knee. Yay. Well, my horoscope the other day said to expect a week full of cuts and scrapes...
Next, I discovered last week that my favourite knee-high boots (AKA The Boots) are disintegrating. So I thought that today would be the day I drag them into work so I can take them to a cobbler and get the verdict. Sadly, there wasn't anything he could do. It looks like I'll have to find replacements. Which, considering that they're at least 5 years old, is going to be virtually impossible, because they're no longer technically fashionable.
The Boots. Plus the crap underneath my bed. And pretty flare effect from the flash reflecting in the mirror.
Finally, to cap the day off (or so it seems), I managed to royally stuff up a data file. We have this rather tempramental software program that we use to produce financial reports for clients. It's made up of two parts, one dealing solely with assets and depreciation, the other with everything else, and they are linked together, so that any changes to the assets will feed through to the financials. Also, once you've rolled a data file over to a new year, you can't access the reports for the previous year unless to restore to a backup, usually done to a floppy disk (yes, we still use them at our work!). There, that's the background stuff. Now for the rest.
I was given a job to compile, which involved printing off financials, asset depreciation and tax return (which is in a completely different (and user-friendly) program). I knew I was required to do the 2005 stuff (this client is a little behind in their paperwork). I also noted from what was (or more aptly, wasn't) on file that the 2004 documents hadn't been printed off. So I thought I'd do the right thing and print them off too, requiring me to back up the 2005 data and restore back to 2004. So I grabbed a spare floppy disk, backed up 2005, changed disks, restored 2004 and printed everything off. Changed disks again to restore back to 2005...and waited for the program to restore...and waited...eventually, it spat out an error message.
I went cold.
I tried several times to restore it from the disk using different techniques. I even tried copying the contents of the disk to another location, and it wouldn't even do that.
Eventually, I restored the file from the Friday night backup of the work server (fortunately one of the joys of being IT administrator at work, I didn't have to wait for someone else to do it for me!). Opened up the file. Financial info was fine. Checked the asset register. Missing a whole pile of assets that were added in the 2005 year. Checked the financial info again. All the depreciation was correct as if all the assets were present and accounted for. Ensue sick feeling, and searching for a brick wall to pound my head against. Why? Because to just re-enter the assets in would result in doubling up in depreciation in the financials (don't ask me - that's just how this annoying program works). Can't easily adjust the depreciation in the financials, either. And of course, because that's the 2005 stuff printed, the Boss wants it rolled over so that the 2006 stuff can be done. *sigh*
Thank goodness I'm only office admin, so I can leave the job to an accountant.
However, I really do feel as though I could do with less days like that. And I'm sure everyone doesn't really want to be reading about me having days like that, either.
5 April 2007
Well, this week was vaguely interesting. Tuesday morning, I arrived at work, and I could hear what sounded like a rally going on a few streets away. I was naturally curious, as I'd not heard anything about any rallies going on - plus 8am isn't a normal time for rallies around this place. Anyhow, after dumping my gear at the office, I then headed off to the post office to collect the mail like I always do. I could still hear all the commotion, but as I was moving away from it, I wasn't too concerned.
Halfway down the road, I started thinking that it was about time for the UWA (University of Western Australia for all you foreigners) to be out on the streets and selling their annual satirical newspaper. Of course, that only happens on a Wednesday.
I was then waiting at the lights (I have to wait at a fairly busy intersection to get to the post office nowadays, which is rather annoying), and I could hear that the rally was getting closer. Still couldn't see anything, or make out what they were going on about. Dashed across the road, got the mail, and by the time I got back to the same intersection the rally had arrived.
It was the UWA students. Advertising that they would be selling Prosh (their satire newspaper) the following day. It was rather bizarre to watch them charge into the middle of the intersection (fortunately while the pedestrians had the right of way!), and hold a little party, before dashing off again.
Prosh Day (as it is known) is the day where the UWA students all seem to hit the streets of Perth, dressed in ridiculous outfits (I've been accosted in the past by Teletubbies, guys dressed in strips of newspaper, and the Blues Brothers, just to name a few), and selling their newspapers to raise money for charity. This year I spotted the usual range of fairies, clowns, knights, girls in togas, plus Amidala, Bender, and this guy... I'm not too sure what he was supposed to be, but he certainly stood out (plus he had a megaphone, which is why you can't actually see his face).
And having bought my copy of Prosh yesterday, I truly wish it was in digital format so I could share it. It's got monster locations (sadly, they don't seem to believe in Nessie, though), have proven that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Faerie and Santa Claus are not real, and other random hits at local and national politicians, celebrities world-wide, and society in general.
Halfway down the road, I started thinking that it was about time for the UWA (University of Western Australia for all you foreigners) to be out on the streets and selling their annual satirical newspaper. Of course, that only happens on a Wednesday.
I was then waiting at the lights (I have to wait at a fairly busy intersection to get to the post office nowadays, which is rather annoying), and I could hear that the rally was getting closer. Still couldn't see anything, or make out what they were going on about. Dashed across the road, got the mail, and by the time I got back to the same intersection the rally had arrived.
It was the UWA students. Advertising that they would be selling Prosh (their satire newspaper) the following day. It was rather bizarre to watch them charge into the middle of the intersection (fortunately while the pedestrians had the right of way!), and hold a little party, before dashing off again.
Prosh Day (as it is known) is the day where the UWA students all seem to hit the streets of Perth, dressed in ridiculous outfits (I've been accosted in the past by Teletubbies, guys dressed in strips of newspaper, and the Blues Brothers, just to name a few), and selling their newspapers to raise money for charity. This year I spotted the usual range of fairies, clowns, knights, girls in togas, plus Amidala, Bender, and this guy... I'm not too sure what he was supposed to be, but he certainly stood out (plus he had a megaphone, which is why you can't actually see his face).
And having bought my copy of Prosh yesterday, I truly wish it was in digital format so I could share it. It's got monster locations (sadly, they don't seem to believe in Nessie, though), have proven that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Faerie and Santa Claus are not real, and other random hits at local and national politicians, celebrities world-wide, and society in general.
18 March 2007
It's a fact I've known for a long time. Tai chi people are weird...and today was no exception. Half a dozen of us ended up with brightly coloured hair after tai chi today. It's time for the World's Greatest Shave where people are asked to shave and/or colour their hair to raise money for the Leukemia foundation.
Maxine, who is co-admin with me at tai chi, was jumping up and down for money all morning, and inviting people to get their hair coloured - anyone who didn't was then labelled a wuss, sook and chicken...It's a good thing we all get along so well! Maxine actually shaved all her hair off on Friday, and her scalp today was bright pink.
Maxine (who will probably kill me if she ever finds out I posted this on my blog).
Val, on whom the pink didn't turn out very well.
Kevin, the only bloke brave enough to colour his hair, had red either side and a blue stripe down the centre.
Jean, on whom the pink turned out really well because of her white hair.
Evelyn - semi-mad Scotswoman (from Edinburgh, no less) I know who happens to dye her hair purple regularly (sound familiar?) with green stripes - looks absolutely fantastic!
And last but not least, me:
First coloured purple, which didn't show up all that well, then pink streaks added - I look like a badger! Not to mention the silly smirk on my face...
Ah well, next to see what Phoebe's reaction to it will be. No doubt she'd be wanting her hair pink and purple too. Sadly, I don't have the hairsprays, so I can't oblige her (even if her mother would let me!)
Maxine, who is co-admin with me at tai chi, was jumping up and down for money all morning, and inviting people to get their hair coloured - anyone who didn't was then labelled a wuss, sook and chicken...It's a good thing we all get along so well! Maxine actually shaved all her hair off on Friday, and her scalp today was bright pink.
Maxine (who will probably kill me if she ever finds out I posted this on my blog).
Val, on whom the pink didn't turn out very well.
Kevin, the only bloke brave enough to colour his hair, had red either side and a blue stripe down the centre.
Jean, on whom the pink turned out really well because of her white hair.
Evelyn - semi-mad Scotswoman (from Edinburgh, no less) I know who happens to dye her hair purple regularly (sound familiar?) with green stripes - looks absolutely fantastic!
And last but not least, me:
First coloured purple, which didn't show up all that well, then pink streaks added - I look like a badger! Not to mention the silly smirk on my face...
Ah well, next to see what Phoebe's reaction to it will be. No doubt she'd be wanting her hair pink and purple too. Sadly, I don't have the hairsprays, so I can't oblige her (even if her mother would let me!)
11 March 2007
Well, since Nettie's frolic in the park, Autumn seems to have set in at Hyde Park. Oh, and no, there's still no water in that lake.
Anyhow, I don't actually go to Hyde Park all that often. In fact, I only seem to do so when we have a park lesson for Tai Chi. And today was one of those occasions. And only because I was sharp-eyed enough to spot the A4 poster on a pin-up board at Loftus Rec Centre a few weeks ago stating that today all courts were going to be used for volleyball competitions.
Tai Chi is always interesting to do at Hyde Park. We usually do our tai chi in one shady corner of the park, which unfortunately slopes down towards the lake pictured above. This ends up with one leg working harder than the other to keep yourself level. It was also rather windy today, so there were a few occasions where standing on one leg while on a slope seemed like a rather dangerous idea!
Oh, and it appears that the reason why the lake is dry is because of water restrictions - they're not allowed to fill the lake up again.
22 February 2007
Okay, I was wrong about the phrase under the clocks at London Court. It is "No minute gone comes ever back again, Take heed and see ye nothing do in vain" Which makes a bit more sense, if you think about it.
21 February 2007
I keep forgetting about this dragon. This is one of the clocks at London Court in the city. Appropriately, this is at the St George's Terrace end. The other end has a pair of jousting knights. Every hour when the clock chimes, the knights run a tilt at each other. I assume (although I've never seen it myself) that St George and his dragon do battle on the hour too. A warning for all Perthian dragons, maybe?
The phrase at the base of the clock is (making out from a close-up of the picture) "Nothing gone comes ever back again, Take heed and see ye nothing do in vain."
20 February 2007
Mmmm...pancakes...
Well, today is officially Pancake Day. Unlike last Tuesday, which Dad thought it was. I think I'm just about pancaked out though. There was a small army of volunteers cooking and selling pancakes in Forrest Chase in the city this morning. Although I personally don't think they were proper pancakes - for starters, they were made from a shake-n-cook pack. Then the pancakes weren't exactly my definition of a pancake (our pancakes being slightly more like crepes to you furreners) as it was about 10mm thick. Topped off with a choice of syrup or fake lemon juice and sugar. I then wandered across the city to my office holding a paper plate with a "pancake" on it, impaled with a plastic spork. And the spork was totally ineffective with dealing with this pancake - I ended up rolling the pancake up and using my hands!
I met up with a friend at lunch, but we never even thought about going to the pancake restaurant. I was amazed to hear that she'd never heard of such a thing as Pancake Day! However, I was happy to hear that she's getting discharged from Hospital on Thursday, and resuming Uni life next week. I hope she manages to get through this year without needing to go back to hospital again.
I also watched a minute amount of the Video Hits program on Saturday. I never usually watch those sorts of programs, but for whatever reason I ended up catching the music clip to Scissor Sisters I Don't Feel Like Dancing (You Tube Video!). I started watching it, and couldn't help but think it reminded me of the Fireys dancing in Labyrinth. Then I saw a "shadow" part-way through, and realised that they were using the same technique. I've also seen the shadow people technique used really well in a stage production of "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe" several years ago.
Well, today is officially Pancake Day. Unlike last Tuesday, which Dad thought it was. I think I'm just about pancaked out though. There was a small army of volunteers cooking and selling pancakes in Forrest Chase in the city this morning. Although I personally don't think they were proper pancakes - for starters, they were made from a shake-n-cook pack. Then the pancakes weren't exactly my definition of a pancake (our pancakes being slightly more like crepes to you furreners) as it was about 10mm thick. Topped off with a choice of syrup or fake lemon juice and sugar. I then wandered across the city to my office holding a paper plate with a "pancake" on it, impaled with a plastic spork. And the spork was totally ineffective with dealing with this pancake - I ended up rolling the pancake up and using my hands!
I met up with a friend at lunch, but we never even thought about going to the pancake restaurant. I was amazed to hear that she'd never heard of such a thing as Pancake Day! However, I was happy to hear that she's getting discharged from Hospital on Thursday, and resuming Uni life next week. I hope she manages to get through this year without needing to go back to hospital again.
I also watched a minute amount of the Video Hits program on Saturday. I never usually watch those sorts of programs, but for whatever reason I ended up catching the music clip to Scissor Sisters I Don't Feel Like Dancing (You Tube Video!). I started watching it, and couldn't help but think it reminded me of the Fireys dancing in Labyrinth. Then I saw a "shadow" part-way through, and realised that they were using the same technique. I've also seen the shadow people technique used really well in a stage production of "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe" several years ago.
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
11 February 2007
Well, I was sorting through my stuff for tai chi yesterday, and I'm feeling a bit tired of carting round two pencil tins, and still not being able to fit everything in them. So I wondered where my pencil case that I used in high school was - well, okay, I didn't wonder, I did know exactly where it is. And yes, I still have stuff squirrelled away that I haven't used since high school.
Anyhow, I pulled the pencil case out, and realised that it's probably not very suitable to use for tai chi...although it did bring back some fond memories of getting into mischief in Geography class...
Anyhow, I pulled the pencil case out, and realised that it's probably not very suitable to use for tai chi...although it did bring back some fond memories of getting into mischief in Geography class...
It appears that I may have added some more graffiti to it at some stage over the last 18 months or so...Anyhow, it looks as though I should possibly find myself a new pencil case to use. Or work out what happened to red one I had...Especially since that had all my pencils and textas in it.
23 January 2007
Oh, I also forgot to mention that today is the Holly Terror's birthday too.
Okay, she's not that terrifying, I know...
Okay, she's not that terrifying, I know...
23 January 2007
Ever wondered that the phrase "quiet as a mouse" might be wrong? I know I have! I've been thinking about it all day. After a rather restless night, caused partly by a mouse (or maybe mice) running round the place making lots and lots of noise. I'm not too sure how many mice we have around the place. Two have already been trapped, and there's at least one more that I've observed over the past couple of evenings. Oh well, wait and see what happens, I guess.
Sunday was Phoebe's fourth birthday (yes, I know I said Monday in my previous post, but I stuffed up). I bought Phoebe a book on making tiaras...so once she made a couple, guess who ended up wearing one...?
Sunday was Phoebe's fourth birthday (yes, I know I said Monday in my previous post, but I stuffed up). I bought Phoebe a book on making tiaras...so once she made a couple, guess who ended up wearing one...?
Oh, and just a random-ish sign which was sitting outside one of the city's second-hand book stores:
18 January 2007
Yeah, I know I've not blogged for the better part of a month. Mind you, it's not as if anyone's jumping up and down to read more on the life of the Smerk...
I had a very dragony Christmas. I think I had a total of three gifts from friends and family which didn't have any dragons in it. I think I acquired about 20 dragons over Christmas. Of course, half of my dragons came as part of the Dragonology game.
I ended up spending most of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day running around with my neice, Phoebe. It's kinda scary to think that she'll be four on Monday! I don't get to see my neice very often, as my sister always prefers to visit my parents during the week while I'm at work. So usually, she'll come with the kids (I also have a nephew, Dylan, who's 10 months old) twice a week, wear our parents out, and won't even consider visiting on the weekend, unless it's a special occasion or she wants us to baby-sit while she and her husband go out somewhere. So Christmas was a real treat for both me and Phoebe. The two days were spent with Phoebe going "Auntie Sarah, come and do this with me." Exhausting! I think Phoebe found it exhausting eventually, too. As evidenced by the "Squashed Fairy" photo:
I had a very dragony Christmas. I think I had a total of three gifts from friends and family which didn't have any dragons in it. I think I acquired about 20 dragons over Christmas. Of course, half of my dragons came as part of the Dragonology game.
I ended up spending most of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day running around with my neice, Phoebe. It's kinda scary to think that she'll be four on Monday! I don't get to see my neice very often, as my sister always prefers to visit my parents during the week while I'm at work. So usually, she'll come with the kids (I also have a nephew, Dylan, who's 10 months old) twice a week, wear our parents out, and won't even consider visiting on the weekend, unless it's a special occasion or she wants us to baby-sit while she and her husband go out somewhere. So Christmas was a real treat for both me and Phoebe. The two days were spent with Phoebe going "Auntie Sarah, come and do this with me." Exhausting! I think Phoebe found it exhausting eventually, too. As evidenced by the "Squashed Fairy" photo:
And here's the photo which my sister decided to put on all her Christmas cards of both Dylan and Phoebe:
20 December 2006
Well, I'm not dead yet. I went into hospital yesterday and had this wretched root canal work done. I still feel a tad woozy from the anaesthetic. I've been snoozing most of the day. It was very disorientating experience, too. Last thing I remember was closing my eyes and turning away from where the anaesthetist was inserting the needle into my hand. Next thing, I was being called awake and told to drink. I had no idea where I was or what was happening when I woke. I wasn't really ready to wake up, either. When I got home, I curled up on the couch with Holly and kept on dozing off as I tried to drink a cup of tea.
The nurses told me that I wasn't to drive or take public transport unescorted for 24 hours. Mind you, when I did wake up this morning, I wasn't fit to go to work, anyway. It feels like I've got the flu.
I've had a couple of parcels arrive in the mail this week. When today's came in, I thought to myself, it seems like Christmas! Then I remembered, it is nearly Christmas. Yay!
The nurses told me that I wasn't to drive or take public transport unescorted for 24 hours. Mind you, when I did wake up this morning, I wasn't fit to go to work, anyway. It feels like I've got the flu.
I've had a couple of parcels arrive in the mail this week. When today's came in, I thought to myself, it seems like Christmas! Then I remembered, it is nearly Christmas. Yay!
13 December 2006
Okay, so last Friday evening was our work Christmas party. I've been working at this place for several years, and every other year, we've ended up going to the Office Christmas Party at the Hyatt.
The ceiling feature of the Grand Ballroom:
The ceiling feature of the Grand Ballroom:
This is where a number of small businesses all get lumped into the Grand Ballroom at the Hyatt, get fed a three-course meal, have a really bad live band, get really drunk and dance like idiots.
This year was no exception.
The food was fairly good, and included things like lobster salad, turkey wrapped in proscuitto, and a pineapple and ginger jam tart. The desert dish also included a chocolate Christmas Tree...mmmmm.....
The band was fairly bad. They were called Retro. If anyone who went to the Mission that first night we were all in Edinburgh thought that the music was cheesy would've found this band even worse. 60s, 70s and 80s...I got dragged out onto the dance floor once. And it was to an ABBA medley...*shudders* At least I managed to avoid the YMCA...
Towards the end of the evening, when the live band ducked off stage for dinner and a costume change, a couple of drunken guys decided that the empty stage would become theirs. So for a couple of songs, we ended up having a live air band. Which was more entertaining than the band the hotel had hired!
Sadly, the live band came back on soon after, and started belting out John Farnham's "The Voice". Our table decided that was our cue to go home. I was home by midnight!
Next week - Tai Chi Christams party!
7 December 2006
Well, I've gotten two of my parcels out today. I have a couple left to go. However, I think that it won't be until Monday, so I'll apologise to people who may end up getting their Christmas presents late. I'm getting kinda excited about Christmas now. I think it's mostly because I'm feeling a little more organised present-wise for once.
It's also the start of all the various parties. Not that I have that many to go to. Tomorrow night is my work do - Hyatt Office Party. I wonder what bad cover band we'll be subjected to? Previous years has seen Abbasolutely, Neil Sapphire, and a Village People rip-off (I can't remember what they were called).
The following weekend (for once, it's not on the day following my work party!) is our Tai Chi Christmas dinner. People have been ringing me frantically saying that they want to come, and thought that the cut-off day was Sunday (which was what was on the leaflets). Fortunately, the numbers don't have to be finalised until Monday, so they really do have a couple more days to get their acts together. No doubt I'll still have some people turning up on the night expecting that there'll be enough food to go round...
Then after all that, I get the joys of my root canal work. And then Christmas itself!
It's also the start of all the various parties. Not that I have that many to go to. Tomorrow night is my work do - Hyatt Office Party. I wonder what bad cover band we'll be subjected to? Previous years has seen Abbasolutely, Neil Sapphire, and a Village People rip-off (I can't remember what they were called).
The following weekend (for once, it's not on the day following my work party!) is our Tai Chi Christmas dinner. People have been ringing me frantically saying that they want to come, and thought that the cut-off day was Sunday (which was what was on the leaflets). Fortunately, the numbers don't have to be finalised until Monday, so they really do have a couple more days to get their acts together. No doubt I'll still have some people turning up on the night expecting that there'll be enough food to go round...
Then after all that, I get the joys of my root canal work. And then Christmas itself!
27 November 2006
I just want to say that I'll be so glad when I've finished the antibiotics I'm on. For the past week, I've been going round in a daze and a really foul taste in my mouth. Not pleasant at all.
22 November 2006
Well, no joy at the endodontist. He got me numbed up enough (probably more than enough, since the whole right side of my face went numb*), but I still panicked. Looks like I'll be going into hospital and getting the root canal work done under a general anasthetic. Possibly mid-December.
* This reminded me of when I was 16 and had Bell's Palsy for about two weeks as a result of a middle ear infection. Horrible. Especially when wearing contact lenses.
* This reminded me of when I was 16 and had Bell's Palsy for about two weeks as a result of a middle ear infection. Horrible. Especially when wearing contact lenses.
21 November 2006
So, two weeks ago (ie, 6th of November) I was to go to the dentist to start getting this root canal work that needs to be done. On that day, I suffered immense pain, I screamed, I cried, and I bled. A lot. And this was before I was due at the dentist.
What happened?
Well, we have what's termed sunken rooms in our house. This means that there are two rooms (family and lounge rooms) which are a step lower than the rest of the house. Or maybe the way the house was built, the rest of the house is a step higher than the lounge and family rooms. Now, the family room is located between my bedroom and the kitchen. So this mans to get from one to the other, I have to go down one step, and then up the other. These steps are tiled with ceramic tiles and have a metal trim. I was trying to get me some breakfast, and as I went stepped up into the kitchen, I managed to clip my foot. End result, I ripped a toenail out of it's bed. The nail is still attached at the top of the toe, though. Consequently, I had a good case of shock, and had to hobble off to the doctors to make sure that I hadn't done any serious damage and get it all patched up. Two weeks down the track, it's healing okay, but looks pretty grotesque.
Anyhow, I had to defer my appointment with the dentist. It got deferred to yesterday. Being me, I've been stepping exaggeratedly up and down these dratted steps for the past two weeks making sure I didn't do anything silly again. And I headed off to the dentist yesterday morning. And again I ended up with immense pain, screaming, crying, and possibly a little bit of blood. The dentist had several goes at trying to numb my mouth with no success, with me lying in the chair getting more and more distressed. Eventually, the dentist gave up, and has referred me to a specialist. Who I get to see tomorrow. Oh yay.
Meanwhile, I'm getting rather frustrated with the amount of time I'm having off work. At least while I'm at work, I'm so busy I'm not thinking about the abuse my mouth is being put through. Or the rest of my body, for that matter.
What happened?
Well, we have what's termed sunken rooms in our house. This means that there are two rooms (family and lounge rooms) which are a step lower than the rest of the house. Or maybe the way the house was built, the rest of the house is a step higher than the lounge and family rooms. Now, the family room is located between my bedroom and the kitchen. So this mans to get from one to the other, I have to go down one step, and then up the other. These steps are tiled with ceramic tiles and have a metal trim. I was trying to get me some breakfast, and as I went stepped up into the kitchen, I managed to clip my foot. End result, I ripped a toenail out of it's bed. The nail is still attached at the top of the toe, though. Consequently, I had a good case of shock, and had to hobble off to the doctors to make sure that I hadn't done any serious damage and get it all patched up. Two weeks down the track, it's healing okay, but looks pretty grotesque.
Anyhow, I had to defer my appointment with the dentist. It got deferred to yesterday. Being me, I've been stepping exaggeratedly up and down these dratted steps for the past two weeks making sure I didn't do anything silly again. And I headed off to the dentist yesterday morning. And again I ended up with immense pain, screaming, crying, and possibly a little bit of blood. The dentist had several goes at trying to numb my mouth with no success, with me lying in the chair getting more and more distressed. Eventually, the dentist gave up, and has referred me to a specialist. Who I get to see tomorrow. Oh yay.
Meanwhile, I'm getting rather frustrated with the amount of time I'm having off work. At least while I'm at work, I'm so busy I'm not thinking about the abuse my mouth is being put through. Or the rest of my body, for that matter.
8 November 2006
So...who remembers this shirt? It finally got warm enough the other day for me to consider wearing it. After a considerable amount of struggling, I finally managed to get into it, and laced it up. When I was ready to go to work, I decided that I could tighten the laces a bit more, and did so. Too much! By the time I got to work, I found it very hard to breathe.
By the end of the day, I was very happy to get home and take the shirt off. It looks wonderful on me (and everyone at work said so), but it got more uncomfortable as the day wore on -mostly because the wires the make the corset part rigid were starting to poke me. How on earth this woman can wear a corset 24/7, I honestly don't know.
It's probably going to be a while before I wear that shirt again, I think...
By the end of the day, I was very happy to get home and take the shirt off. It looks wonderful on me (and everyone at work said so), but it got more uncomfortable as the day wore on -mostly because the wires the make the corset part rigid were starting to poke me. How on earth this woman can wear a corset 24/7, I honestly don't know.
It's probably going to be a while before I wear that shirt again, I think...
5 November 2006
Heh, it's silly the odd things I remember. Example being that I was talking to someone earlier today, and they asked me the date.
"November 5th", I called, then a moment later, "Oooh, it's Guy Fawkes Night!"
I should've saved my fireworks video for this post...oh well!
And I have no idea why I should remember that it's the anniversary of something that doesn't even get celebrated in Australia. So to all my UK friends, happy Guy Fawkes Night! (I don't even know if anyone actually does much for it these days)
"November 5th", I called, then a moment later, "Oooh, it's Guy Fawkes Night!"
I should've saved my fireworks video for this post...oh well!
And I have no idea why I should remember that it's the anniversary of something that doesn't even get celebrated in Australia. So to all my UK friends, happy Guy Fawkes Night! (I don't even know if anyone actually does much for it these days)
26 October 2006
Some vaguely random images for your enjoyment.
Looking South from the Fremantle Round House
Looking South from the Fremantle Round House
View of the well inside the Round House
Cannon outside the Round House. No, they don't go firing prisoners off here, but it is apparently fired on a daily basis at 1pm.
Interesting graffiti in the "Padded Cell"
This bit of graffiti has been in progress for many months. We have a lift at work that always seems to be hung with this green padded canvas, presumably to protect the interior from any tools and equipment various workmen may be carting about. And of course, the canvas has slowly been worked by various people. This particular drawing started off as a head. It acquired a body and the lower appendages a few months later. And just recently, it's acquired the disembodied, claw-like hands. I think it's a pretty nifty drawing, anyway.
And that's about it (hoping that the virus scanner won't block the post again)!
25 October 2006
Oooh, it's finally worked. I've been struggling to work out how to upload a video into my blog. And here's my attempt. This is a very brief video of fireworks taken at the Royal Show a few weeks ago. Isn't it pretty!?
16 October 2006
Nothing special. It's odd, this year I've been rather unethusiastic about the fact that today is the day I turn 26. I think part of it may have been to do with the fact that I've been feeling stressed/down about my broken tooth and subsequent repair work I'm going to have to have (it also didn't help I had a horrible dream last night about all my teeth breaking and falling out *shudders*...on the upside of the same dream, I did have a chat to Mouse about having pink hair!). I don't know, it's just odd. Or maybe I'm just odd.
Anyhow, I got into work first thing this morning, and discovered that files had been piled from one end of my desk to the other. My boss had been in the weekend, doing the work she hasn't had time for during regular office hours. Yay fun. So I've been working hard today - no rest for me!
Yes, I got lots of goodies - I think most of them were actually from Acci. No, I've not done anything special, or organised any parties, or anything interesting like that. As I said, I'm feeling rather unethusiastic about it. Don't worry, I'm sure it'll pass.
Anyhow, I got into work first thing this morning, and discovered that files had been piled from one end of my desk to the other. My boss had been in the weekend, doing the work she hasn't had time for during regular office hours. Yay fun. So I've been working hard today - no rest for me!
Yes, I got lots of goodies - I think most of them were actually from Acci. No, I've not done anything special, or organised any parties, or anything interesting like that. As I said, I'm feeling rather unethusiastic about it. Don't worry, I'm sure it'll pass.
14 October 2006
Well, it's odd when you realise that you show the same tendancies as your pet.
I was doing my usual bank run at work, and as I was heading back to the office, I passed through the courtyard that's behind our building. I noticed that there were a couple of Asian kids and an older guy kicking a footy (AFL-style) around. I passed them, keeping a wary eye out just in case I was in danger of getting hit by the ball. The older guy called out a couple of times before I realised he was calling me. I stopped and turned around. He called "Catch this!" and threw the ball at me. I watched the ball sail past me, thinking "I'm expected to catch that?" And after it had landed and cries of despair rose up from the guy behind me I carried on my way back to the office.
Holly has exactly the same sort of habit - you throw a ball, she watches the ball sail past, then looks at you as if to say "Well, you threw it, what do you want me to do about it?"
And some odd spots:
* A zebra is white with black stripes.
* You're more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a spider.
* A crocodile can't stick out its tongue.
* A snail can sleep for three years.
* There are more than twice as many kangaroos as people in Australia.
I was doing my usual bank run at work, and as I was heading back to the office, I passed through the courtyard that's behind our building. I noticed that there were a couple of Asian kids and an older guy kicking a footy (AFL-style) around. I passed them, keeping a wary eye out just in case I was in danger of getting hit by the ball. The older guy called out a couple of times before I realised he was calling me. I stopped and turned around. He called "Catch this!" and threw the ball at me. I watched the ball sail past me, thinking "I'm expected to catch that?" And after it had landed and cries of despair rose up from the guy behind me I carried on my way back to the office.
Holly has exactly the same sort of habit - you throw a ball, she watches the ball sail past, then looks at you as if to say "Well, you threw it, what do you want me to do about it?"
And some odd spots:
* A zebra is white with black stripes.
* You're more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a spider.
* A crocodile can't stick out its tongue.
* A snail can sleep for three years.
* There are more than twice as many kangaroos as people in Australia.
10 October 2006
Fun, fun, fun. Well, a week and a half ago, Nettie and I (plus half her family, it seemed) headed off to the Royal Show. Good day was had by all, and lots of goodies were munched (if you want to read more, check Nettie's posts here and photos here). Much to my horror, I munched a bit too much and broke a molar. Since then, I've had emergency dental work done, which involved removing the broken bit of tooth, and filling it temporarily.
The dentist I saw then (located on the floor below at work) quoted me $2.5 to $3 grand to have a root canal and crown done. Everyone I've spoken to since then has advised me to get a second opinion as he sounds way to pricey. So today I went and saw another dentist (up near our local shopping centre), who has said that he can do the root canal work for $1300, and I don't need a crown done immediately. You've got to wonder at how inflated the first dentist's fees are. Although, he does have to pay rent for a cushy city office.
So, I'm off to the dentist at the start of November to get this root canal work done. I don't think it's going to be very pleasant. Fortunately, despite the fact that I've not seen a dentist since I was 12, and I don't have the most rigorous of dental care routines, I don't actually need any other work done, apart from a thorough clean. Yay me!
The dentist I saw then (located on the floor below at work) quoted me $2.5 to $3 grand to have a root canal and crown done. Everyone I've spoken to since then has advised me to get a second opinion as he sounds way to pricey. So today I went and saw another dentist (up near our local shopping centre), who has said that he can do the root canal work for $1300, and I don't need a crown done immediately. You've got to wonder at how inflated the first dentist's fees are. Although, he does have to pay rent for a cushy city office.
So, I'm off to the dentist at the start of November to get this root canal work done. I don't think it's going to be very pleasant. Fortunately, despite the fact that I've not seen a dentist since I was 12, and I don't have the most rigorous of dental care routines, I don't actually need any other work done, apart from a thorough clean. Yay me!
24 September 2006
Well, my life is so uninteresting at the moment. Plus I've been feeling a little low, so I've not really been wanting to write.
We had a park lesson for Tai Chi last Sunday at Hyde Park. We fortunately managed to miss out on getting rained on and had a reasonable morning. I was informed that the newsletter I'd slaved over all week wasn't good enough. I said I wasn't able to work on it any more and passed it onto someone else. It's now no longer a newsletter, but a book. All in commemoration of the 20th anniversary stuff a few weeks ago.
Went to the movies yesterday with a mate and saw Stormbreaker. The movie's based on a book by Anthony Horowitz. It'll be interesting to see if he follows in JK Rowling's footsteps and does the rest of the books into film - especially since book 7 (yet to be written) may feature sunny Perth! The movie was reasonably good, if you can get past the unbelievable stuff that a 14-year-old boy is doing. Although I did have a good chuckle over the dead pigeon towards the end of the film...Thanks, Boo...
Oh, and one of the previews we had was for Happy Feet. Which I see has Steve Irwin in it - I wonder if he's playing himself, since he doesn't appear to have a character name next to his. But I was more sold on the fact that the preview just consisted of a tap-dancing penguin chick. So cute!
We had a park lesson for Tai Chi last Sunday at Hyde Park. We fortunately managed to miss out on getting rained on and had a reasonable morning. I was informed that the newsletter I'd slaved over all week wasn't good enough. I said I wasn't able to work on it any more and passed it onto someone else. It's now no longer a newsletter, but a book. All in commemoration of the 20th anniversary stuff a few weeks ago.
Went to the movies yesterday with a mate and saw Stormbreaker. The movie's based on a book by Anthony Horowitz. It'll be interesting to see if he follows in JK Rowling's footsteps and does the rest of the books into film - especially since book 7 (yet to be written) may feature sunny Perth! The movie was reasonably good, if you can get past the unbelievable stuff that a 14-year-old boy is doing. Although I did have a good chuckle over the dead pigeon towards the end of the film...Thanks, Boo...
Oh, and one of the previews we had was for Happy Feet. Which I see has Steve Irwin in it - I wonder if he's playing himself, since he doesn't appear to have a character name next to his. But I was more sold on the fact that the preview just consisted of a tap-dancing penguin chick. So cute!
10 September 2006
Okay, you wanted 'em, so here they are.
Photos are taken from the Sabre demonstration. I don't have any photos of the 28 demonstration.
Why is everyone looking at me?
Photos are taken from the Sabre demonstration. I don't have any photos of the 28 demonstration.
Why is everyone looking at me?
Concentrating hard.
Look over there?
5 September 2006
Well, Sunday was the big celebration commemorating 20 years of the Fu Sheng Yuan Tai Chi Academy. Fortunately, everything ran smoothly (very surprising for a tai chi event!) and I think everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
We started off the morning in the usual fashion, warm-ups and class. We cut the class short, and instructors and the odd more experienced student performed demonstrations of the Tai Chi 28 form, sword, sabre and push hands. I was asked to do the 28, sabre and push hands. When the instructors finished, Sifu also performed a bit of tai chi, followed by sabre. He's rather awesome to watch, but then again, he does have 70-odd years of experience! Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of the performances as yet, so everyone will just have to wait a while before they can see more pictures of me doing silly things.
Once all the demonstrations were over, various instructors gifted Sifu with flags, trophies and other things to commemorate the anniversary. Then we all stood around and mingled for half an hour while we waited for the final surprise...We'd organised for the local Chung Wa (???) association to come and perform a Lion Dance. For the past few weeks, we'd been fundraising madly to be able to give the organisation a gift for their work. To help generate interest, I'd been taking my own chinese lion along to tai chi. He's just a marionette puppet, but everyone now wants him, 'cos he's just so cute!
And a few photos from the authentic Lion Dance:
I loved how one of the lions stopped right in that gap between two people in front of me and looked directly at me long enough to take that pic. :)
We started off the morning in the usual fashion, warm-ups and class. We cut the class short, and instructors and the odd more experienced student performed demonstrations of the Tai Chi 28 form, sword, sabre and push hands. I was asked to do the 28, sabre and push hands. When the instructors finished, Sifu also performed a bit of tai chi, followed by sabre. He's rather awesome to watch, but then again, he does have 70-odd years of experience! Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of the performances as yet, so everyone will just have to wait a while before they can see more pictures of me doing silly things.
Once all the demonstrations were over, various instructors gifted Sifu with flags, trophies and other things to commemorate the anniversary. Then we all stood around and mingled for half an hour while we waited for the final surprise...We'd organised for the local Chung Wa (???) association to come and perform a Lion Dance. For the past few weeks, we'd been fundraising madly to be able to give the organisation a gift for their work. To help generate interest, I'd been taking my own chinese lion along to tai chi. He's just a marionette puppet, but everyone now wants him, 'cos he's just so cute!
And a few photos from the authentic Lion Dance:
I loved how one of the lions stopped right in that gap between two people in front of me and looked directly at me long enough to take that pic. :)
30 August 2006
Well, sadly my long hours hanging out on the MoH forum are over. New (strict) rules have come in at work, and we're no longer allowed to use chat rooms, messenger services or internet email. Internet email could be allowed provided we have a damned good reason and written permission is supplied by the Boss. So, looks like I'll be poking round the forum only when I'm at home.
I'm going to miss talking to those of you who are up when I'm at work. Although you never know, I might be able to sneak back on at some stage (way down the track. And maybe only if the office is completely deserted. And if I had my own laptop with a separate internet connection).
I'm going to miss talking to those of you who are up when I'm at work. Although you never know, I might be able to sneak back on at some stage (way down the track. And maybe only if the office is completely deserted. And if I had my own laptop with a separate internet connection).
21 August 2006
Strange bits:
Tai chi
Someone visited tai chi yesterday claiming to a producer and looking for experienced tai chiers to include in some TV commercials...Hmmm...I could go from being an extra in a movie to an extra in a commercial. Woo.
Odd spam
if your worn all the time.
I specifically am, that is why i am joyous i chanced upon
It was exceptional certainly having someone to help me out and it takes
only 21 sec of ur time.
I apologize I have been so dilatory with it. Talk to you later
indications of terror when oddly-shaped Nobs and
was beyond kite my capability.
he during organize said.
I have no idea what they're going on about, and I'm just not brave (or stupid) enough to click on the link included in the email. Sounds like it's probably been through Babelfish a few too many times.
Tai chi
Someone visited tai chi yesterday claiming to a producer and looking for experienced tai chiers to include in some TV commercials...Hmmm...I could go from being an extra in a movie to an extra in a commercial. Woo.
Odd spam
if your worn all the time.
I specifically am, that is why i am joyous i chanced upon
It was exceptional certainly having someone to help me out and it takes
only 21 sec of ur time.
I apologize I have been so dilatory with it. Talk to you later
indications of terror when oddly-shaped Nobs and
was beyond kite my capability.
he during organize said.
I have no idea what they're going on about, and I'm just not brave (or stupid) enough to click on the link included in the email. Sounds like it's probably been through Babelfish a few too many times.
12 August 2006
Apologies for not writing for a while. It's just that nothing really interesting has been going on in my life at the moment. Okay, yes there was trekking out to Nettie's place last Saturday, which was a bit of an adventure. Actually, getting out of the suburb Nettie lives in was more of a problem than getting in was. I ended up taking a wrong turn before I'd barely left her place, and took more wrong turns trying to correct the first turn...silly me. It doesn't help that they don't believe in streelights and decent street signs out her way, either. Anyhow, I did manage to get back onto well lit streets and wound my way home safely.
There was the census on Tuesday night. Not that our family ever fills the thing in on the night. I've got to go dig out my resume and see what my highest qualification is. Thrills. Heh, and looking through what has been filled in already, a few things have been marked wrong! Oh no!!
Thursday night I came home and discovered that the toilet light broken. How, I hear you ask? I don't know. All I can tell you is that it got switched on, and the switch is now stuck in the on position. We ended up having to pull the fuse and take the lightbulb out for safety. We can't get the electrician out to fix it until first thing Monday morning. In the meantime, we're having to take a torch to the toilet when it's dark.
And I was quite surprised that I managed to pick up a copy of The Corpse Bride on DVD for only $12 last night. Bargain!
There was the census on Tuesday night. Not that our family ever fills the thing in on the night. I've got to go dig out my resume and see what my highest qualification is. Thrills. Heh, and looking through what has been filled in already, a few things have been marked wrong! Oh no!!
Thursday night I came home and discovered that the toilet light broken. How, I hear you ask? I don't know. All I can tell you is that it got switched on, and the switch is now stuck in the on position. We ended up having to pull the fuse and take the lightbulb out for safety. We can't get the electrician out to fix it until first thing Monday morning. In the meantime, we're having to take a torch to the toilet when it's dark.
And I was quite surprised that I managed to pick up a copy of The Corpse Bride on DVD for only $12 last night. Bargain!
30 July 2006
It's kinda depressing to think we're already over half-way through the year. It's even more depressing to think that we're not making much of a profit at tai chi at the moment, either. Class numbers seem to be rather low this term. I know at Loftus, we've had five people enrol into the beginners level, and two of them are repeating it from last term. Meanwhile, we're spending huge amounts on hiring various venues around the Perth metro area, and advertising our academy.
I always wonder what stops people enrolling in courses half-way through a year. Is it because it's the middle of the year, and the middle of winter? Is it because a new financial year has started, and people are trying to be a bit more wise with money? Or maybe people just aren't keen on crawling out of bed on a Sunday morning, or heading out on a weeknight when it's so cold (okay, this is more like the middle of winter thing, but you get the idea).
Had a couple come into tai chi today. They apparently spoke to Sifu around this time last year and were interested in joining our classes. I don't think the guy was that interested in the tai chi, but his wife was keen. Apparently she wants to become an instructor, and wants to know how she can become one. I personally think she could do with a bit more practice in our form (since she learnt a different form in China), and then it's up to Sifu. She also would like to teach the tai chi fan form.
Video of a guy doing Fan Tai Chi - this may not actually be the same style as the woman who turned up today does. I was watching his video on Yang Style tai chi and just giggling at how badly he does it. Then I realised he's doing Traditional Yang rather than Authentic Yang (which is what I do). And yes, there is a difference!
The tai chi fan is something I would love to learn - to be able to use a chinese fan like a weapon! But I think I'll stick with my sword and sabre for the time being. Although I really need to find the time and space to be able to practice these. Maybe I should go down to the local park and terrorise the neighbours?
I always wonder what stops people enrolling in courses half-way through a year. Is it because it's the middle of the year, and the middle of winter? Is it because a new financial year has started, and people are trying to be a bit more wise with money? Or maybe people just aren't keen on crawling out of bed on a Sunday morning, or heading out on a weeknight when it's so cold (okay, this is more like the middle of winter thing, but you get the idea).
Had a couple come into tai chi today. They apparently spoke to Sifu around this time last year and were interested in joining our classes. I don't think the guy was that interested in the tai chi, but his wife was keen. Apparently she wants to become an instructor, and wants to know how she can become one. I personally think she could do with a bit more practice in our form (since she learnt a different form in China), and then it's up to Sifu. She also would like to teach the tai chi fan form.
Video of a guy doing Fan Tai Chi - this may not actually be the same style as the woman who turned up today does. I was watching his video on Yang Style tai chi and just giggling at how badly he does it. Then I realised he's doing Traditional Yang rather than Authentic Yang (which is what I do). And yes, there is a difference!
The tai chi fan is something I would love to learn - to be able to use a chinese fan like a weapon! But I think I'll stick with my sword and sabre for the time being. Although I really need to find the time and space to be able to practice these. Maybe I should go down to the local park and terrorise the neighbours?
19 July 2006
I have a headache, so I'll keep it basic.
Odd spots just for Madmouse!
* Between the ages of 30 & 70, your nose may lengthen and widen by as much as 1.5cm
* In 4000BC Egypt, men and women wore glitter eye shadow made from the crushed shells of beetles.
* The pupil of an eye expands as much as 45% when a person looks at something pleasing.
* One human brain generates more electrical impulses in a day than all of the world's telephones put together.
* On average, 13 people die every year from vending machines falling on them.
* The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.
Odd spots just for Madmouse!
* Between the ages of 30 & 70, your nose may lengthen and widen by as much as 1.5cm
* In 4000BC Egypt, men and women wore glitter eye shadow made from the crushed shells of beetles.
* The pupil of an eye expands as much as 45% when a person looks at something pleasing.
* One human brain generates more electrical impulses in a day than all of the world's telephones put together.
* On average, 13 people die every year from vending machines falling on them.
* The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.
13 July 2006
*Sigh*
At Nettie's demand, here's another post (I was going to do one today, anyway. Honest!)
I can't think of anything exceptionally exciting that's been going on at the moment. I did, however, take my camera to work with me on Friday (sorry, no work -related pics). What I did get was a few photos of Matthew Henshaw, the sword swallowing pirate! Now, when I first saw his act a few years back, he carried his equipment around in a box made up as a coffin, and did a few stunts, such as escaping from a bundle of locked chains and straightjacket. He used to conclude his act by showing what got him into the Guinness World Records originally, which was simultaneously swallowing 14 swords.
Nowadays, he's carting his equipment around in this:
Doing something strange with a pole (turns out to be the mast for his ship):
And finally, the man himself:
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to see his act, since he was only setting up during the second half of my lunch break. I have no idea what his act is nowadays, although he did say that he finishes by swallowing just a single sword. Ah well, maybe I'll have the opportunity to catch the act another time.
At Nettie's demand, here's another post (I was going to do one today, anyway. Honest!)
I can't think of anything exceptionally exciting that's been going on at the moment. I did, however, take my camera to work with me on Friday (sorry, no work -related pics). What I did get was a few photos of Matthew Henshaw, the sword swallowing pirate! Now, when I first saw his act a few years back, he carried his equipment around in a box made up as a coffin, and did a few stunts, such as escaping from a bundle of locked chains and straightjacket. He used to conclude his act by showing what got him into the Guinness World Records originally, which was simultaneously swallowing 14 swords.
Nowadays, he's carting his equipment around in this:
Doing something strange with a pole (turns out to be the mast for his ship):
And finally, the man himself:
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to see his act, since he was only setting up during the second half of my lunch break. I have no idea what his act is nowadays, although he did say that he finishes by swallowing just a single sword. Ah well, maybe I'll have the opportunity to catch the act another time.
Wanderings around Freo
Okay, after spending an hour at Officeworks yesterday morning, I decided to head down to Fremantle of the afternoon with Mum. While we were down there, we popped into this one bookstore on the cafe strip. While browsing round, I spotted some notepads and diaries with Emily the Strange on them. She seems like a fun character.
We didn't actually do much beyond wandering round the Fremantle markets. Mum bought a matching pair of crystal knife-rests from an antique stall, and I managed to come home empty-handed. The only dragon I saw which I found vaguely interesting was a dragon kite for about $70. My kite-flying skills are sorely lacking, as is room to store such a kite, so there's one dragon who didn't join my collection.
Mum mentioned that we should go to Fremantle on a more regular basis. And plan to go earlier, so that we can go for lunch and check out our old favourite - the Fremantle Arts Centre. And I'd love to go there just to check out some of those "cold spots". Brief history of the centre - back when it was first built it was originally the Women's Asylum. Supposedly it's one of the most haunted buildings in Fremantle, with lots of cold spots, ghostly figures sighted, and people getting attacked by unseen asailants. The good thing is that there's a ghost walk that goes through the building on Monday nights. It'll have to be something on our "To Do List" for when we have the foreign invasion. No orbs, but we do get a tour guide carrying a hurricane lantern!
My Dad has even had an experience at this place. He went there with my Mum one time, and they went upstairs to one of the exhibitions. Mum had gone on ahead, and as Dad was going up the stairs, a man in a suit, carrying a black doctors' bag pushed past him and said "Excuse me." The flight of stairs they were going up ended in a single room, with only the one way in or out (apart from windows). Dad walked into the room, couldn't see the guy who passed him on the stairs, did see Mum, and asked if she'd seen him. To which she said that she hadn't. *cue eerie music*
I would also love to do this at some stage.
My neice has ended up with the flu, so my sister decided to call off going to the movies this afternoon. She said she'd leave it until next week (by which time, she, her hubby and son will probably have come down with the lurgy).
We didn't actually do much beyond wandering round the Fremantle markets. Mum bought a matching pair of crystal knife-rests from an antique stall, and I managed to come home empty-handed. The only dragon I saw which I found vaguely interesting was a dragon kite for about $70. My kite-flying skills are sorely lacking, as is room to store such a kite, so there's one dragon who didn't join my collection.
Mum mentioned that we should go to Fremantle on a more regular basis. And plan to go earlier, so that we can go for lunch and check out our old favourite - the Fremantle Arts Centre. And I'd love to go there just to check out some of those "cold spots". Brief history of the centre - back when it was first built it was originally the Women's Asylum. Supposedly it's one of the most haunted buildings in Fremantle, with lots of cold spots, ghostly figures sighted, and people getting attacked by unseen asailants. The good thing is that there's a ghost walk that goes through the building on Monday nights. It'll have to be something on our "To Do List" for when we have the foreign invasion. No orbs, but we do get a tour guide carrying a hurricane lantern!
My Dad has even had an experience at this place. He went there with my Mum one time, and they went upstairs to one of the exhibitions. Mum had gone on ahead, and as Dad was going up the stairs, a man in a suit, carrying a black doctors' bag pushed past him and said "Excuse me." The flight of stairs they were going up ended in a single room, with only the one way in or out (apart from windows). Dad walked into the room, couldn't see the guy who passed him on the stairs, did see Mum, and asked if she'd seen him. To which she said that she hadn't. *cue eerie music*
I would also love to do this at some stage.
My neice has ended up with the flu, so my sister decided to call off going to the movies this afternoon. She said she'd leave it until next week (by which time, she, her hubby and son will probably have come down with the lurgy).
1 July 2006
Happy New (financial) Year, everyone.
Blech, I'm off to print newsletters for tai chi, since some people reckon they don't have the time to do it themselves.
Getting to see my neice and nephew tomorrow. First time I've seen them since my Dad's birthday at the start of June. May have to try to remember to have a camera on hand.
New girl to start work on Monday...'twill be interesting, since she's a graduate accountant, but hasn't got any practical accounting experience! Fortunately, the next couple of weeks shouldn't be too busy, so we can ease her in gently to the cruel world of taxation.
Blech, I'm off to print newsletters for tai chi, since some people reckon they don't have the time to do it themselves.
Getting to see my neice and nephew tomorrow. First time I've seen them since my Dad's birthday at the start of June. May have to try to remember to have a camera on hand.
New girl to start work on Monday...'twill be interesting, since she's a graduate accountant, but hasn't got any practical accounting experience! Fortunately, the next couple of weeks shouldn't be too busy, so we can ease her in gently to the cruel world of taxation.
23 June 2006
Happy, happy, joy, joy!
The Socceroos managed to draw 2-2 against Croatia earlier today. This means we go through to the next round of the World Cup and play Italy on Monday. Good luck to them!
The Socceroos managed to draw 2-2 against Croatia earlier today. This means we go through to the next round of the World Cup and play Italy on Monday. Good luck to them!
21 June 2006
Well, there's nothing like being overly sensitive. I've been in tears over a woman I met once around a month ago.
I was all snuggled up in bed last night, nearly asleep when I heard Mum cry out "Oh no!" and go rushing to the other end of the house saying someone had died. Curious as to what exactly had Mum so animated at 11pm - especially when she was suffering from a tummy bug - I got up to ask what had happened.
Turned out that one of my aunts died yesterday, unexpectedly. I don't think she was even 50. I guess I can say that at least I got the chance to meet her while I was in the UK.
I was all snuggled up in bed last night, nearly asleep when I heard Mum cry out "Oh no!" and go rushing to the other end of the house saying someone had died. Curious as to what exactly had Mum so animated at 11pm - especially when she was suffering from a tummy bug - I got up to ask what had happened.
Turned out that one of my aunts died yesterday, unexpectedly. I don't think she was even 50. I guess I can say that at least I got the chance to meet her while I was in the UK.
18 June 2006
Well, I would've been justified in saying I was freezing yesterday. It got down to -0.7°C yesterday morning. Officially, it's the coldest minimum for Perth on record. Today it got down to 0.9°C. Still pretty cold for Perth. Also, it's been the driest start to Winter since the 1880's. Perth has an average rainfall of around 800mm over the year, most of it falling during the winter months. So far this winter, we haven't had a single drop of rain.
Some interesting facts, aka Odd Spots:
* Cats have better memories than dogs.
* The average human will drink about 72,737 litres of water in a lifetime.
* By law, every child in Belgium must take harmonic lessons at primary school.
* Turles and honeybees are both deaf
* Sound at the right vibration frequency can bore holes through a solid object.
* If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white.
* Boanthorpy is a diseas in which a person thinks they're an ox.
* Reindeers like to eat bananas.
* Mosquito repellents don't repel. The spray blocks the mosquitos sensors so they don't know you're there.
Some interesting facts, aka Odd Spots:
* Cats have better memories than dogs.
* The average human will drink about 72,737 litres of water in a lifetime.
* By law, every child in Belgium must take harmonic lessons at primary school.
* Turles and honeybees are both deaf
* Sound at the right vibration frequency can bore holes through a solid object.
* If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white.
* Boanthorpy is a diseas in which a person thinks they're an ox.
* Reindeers like to eat bananas.
* Mosquito repellents don't repel. The spray blocks the mosquitos sensors so they don't know you're there.
17 June 2006
Blech, it's 10.42 on a Saturday morning, and I just had a call centre phone. Asking for my mother, who's currently out shopping. Me still being half asleep, starts to reply, "I'm sorry she's out of the office at the moment" before realising that I'm not at work. So it ended up being "I'm sorry, she's out of the, er, out at the moment". Dammit, I wish sometimes I could turn off the helpful receptionist in me on the weekends!
7 June 2006
Well, I think it's about time I posted a brief rundown of my adventures overseas.
Spending one week in Edinburgh was barely enough time to see the more popular sights around the city. Although we all had fun doing what we managed to fit in anyway. We managed to fit in a couple of ghost walks, where various members of our group got tortured and/or killed. No ghostly sightings, although there were some fake orbs seen in one of my photos. They convinced the tour guide, anyway. We experienced a Victorian electro-shock therapy machine, both individually and as a group. And of course we went Nessie hunting (without much success), although we did collect some genuine Loch Ness water. I was really quite disappointed when it was time for me to say farewell to the group and fly down to Birmingham to meet my rellies.
For such a big city, there doesn't appear to be much to do around Birmingham. Nothing much in the way of interesting sights, although they do have their own version of the London Eye outside the theatre. I stayed with my Dad's youngest sister and her husband, and they seemed to think that I would be interested in seeing the various places of where my parents grew up, worked and got married. Even to the point of driving down one road, and asking if I'd like to hop out of the car to get my photo taken infront of some random (to me) house that my Dad grew up in. And when I refused, they asked me if I'd like to do it for my Dad. To which I replied, 'He wouldn't be interested'. I did have my photo taken outside of the Aston Villa Football grounds, though. Interesting side note: Did anyone else know that Prince William was an Aston Villa fan???
So, after seeing the wonderful sights of Warwick Castle (huzzah! Flaming Trebuchet!!), Aston (Aston Hall and the Villa grounds) and Tamworth (Tamworth Castle and it's tiny town centre), I got to meet the rest of the family...which wasn't too bad. I pretty much sat in a corner of the room for most of the night, and chatted with my youngest cousin, who is about 19 and currently doing an arts degree at university.
And then it was off to London for a couple of days. We got there by train, and had to take the underground over to our hotel. Not much fun in the middle of a work day, when carrying around a 19kg suitcase. After we got to the hotel and stowed our luggage, I got to meet up with my favourite cousin (and his wife) who I haven't spoken to since not long after he got married. He hasn't changed, much...apart from no longer being a vegetarian. We ended up catching a ferry from Tower Bridge to Westminster, then walked back along the river. As we were crossing Tower Bridge, we had the excitement of the Bridge being raised to let some party-esque-type boat through. Quite an interesting experience, and totally unplanned. The second day involved wandering around Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens, before heading over to the palace, just in time to see the guards marching into the grounds for the changing of the guards ceremony. Then in the afternoon we wandered around London Tower, including getting whizzed by the Crown Jewels while standing on a travellator.
Then the final day was the joy of getting to Heathrow airport. We travelled through three underground stations to get to the one we needed. Again with a 19kg suitcase in tow. Up and down stairs and escalators. Never again. I'd prefer to travel overground for that. It doesn't smell as bad for starters. However, once we reached the right station, the train journeys were pretty uneventful. Then tackling Heathrow airport. I got to Heathrow with 1 1/2 hours before my flight left. I got into the queue, which didn't move. Staff eventually came round calling my flight, and pulled anyone queuing for that flight out to a nearly empty queue. Which still didn't move. Staff again came round calling our flight, and pulled us out of the queue again, and stuck us in front (there was me, a family of three adults, and another guy by himself). I finally got to the counter, where I had to wait for the staff to phone through to get a seat for me because they had overbooked the flight. Eventually, a boarding pass got printed off, and handed to customer services at the end of the row. Which then got passed to customer services at the end of the other row. Where I waited. Again. Finally, I approached the customer services desk, only to be told that they couldn't help me since their printer wasn't working. I nearly burst into tears and told them quite firmly that they had my boarding pass and was told that they'd get me a seat. Which they finally did. They also fast tracked me through customs, although my boots (no, not The Boots) set off the metal detectors. I finally got to the gate my plane was leaving from just in time to join the end of the queue for boarding.
I'm so glad to be home, although I miss the group in Edinburgh, and Edinburgh itself. I'm not missing family, Birmingham or London.
Spending one week in Edinburgh was barely enough time to see the more popular sights around the city. Although we all had fun doing what we managed to fit in anyway. We managed to fit in a couple of ghost walks, where various members of our group got tortured and/or killed. No ghostly sightings, although there were some fake orbs seen in one of my photos. They convinced the tour guide, anyway. We experienced a Victorian electro-shock therapy machine, both individually and as a group. And of course we went Nessie hunting (without much success), although we did collect some genuine Loch Ness water. I was really quite disappointed when it was time for me to say farewell to the group and fly down to Birmingham to meet my rellies.
For such a big city, there doesn't appear to be much to do around Birmingham. Nothing much in the way of interesting sights, although they do have their own version of the London Eye outside the theatre. I stayed with my Dad's youngest sister and her husband, and they seemed to think that I would be interested in seeing the various places of where my parents grew up, worked and got married. Even to the point of driving down one road, and asking if I'd like to hop out of the car to get my photo taken infront of some random (to me) house that my Dad grew up in. And when I refused, they asked me if I'd like to do it for my Dad. To which I replied, 'He wouldn't be interested'. I did have my photo taken outside of the Aston Villa Football grounds, though. Interesting side note: Did anyone else know that Prince William was an Aston Villa fan???
So, after seeing the wonderful sights of Warwick Castle (huzzah! Flaming Trebuchet!!), Aston (Aston Hall and the Villa grounds) and Tamworth (Tamworth Castle and it's tiny town centre), I got to meet the rest of the family...which wasn't too bad. I pretty much sat in a corner of the room for most of the night, and chatted with my youngest cousin, who is about 19 and currently doing an arts degree at university.
And then it was off to London for a couple of days. We got there by train, and had to take the underground over to our hotel. Not much fun in the middle of a work day, when carrying around a 19kg suitcase. After we got to the hotel and stowed our luggage, I got to meet up with my favourite cousin (and his wife) who I haven't spoken to since not long after he got married. He hasn't changed, much...apart from no longer being a vegetarian. We ended up catching a ferry from Tower Bridge to Westminster, then walked back along the river. As we were crossing Tower Bridge, we had the excitement of the Bridge being raised to let some party-esque-type boat through. Quite an interesting experience, and totally unplanned. The second day involved wandering around Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens, before heading over to the palace, just in time to see the guards marching into the grounds for the changing of the guards ceremony. Then in the afternoon we wandered around London Tower, including getting whizzed by the Crown Jewels while standing on a travellator.
Then the final day was the joy of getting to Heathrow airport. We travelled through three underground stations to get to the one we needed. Again with a 19kg suitcase in tow. Up and down stairs and escalators. Never again. I'd prefer to travel overground for that. It doesn't smell as bad for starters. However, once we reached the right station, the train journeys were pretty uneventful. Then tackling Heathrow airport. I got to Heathrow with 1 1/2 hours before my flight left. I got into the queue, which didn't move. Staff eventually came round calling my flight, and pulled anyone queuing for that flight out to a nearly empty queue. Which still didn't move. Staff again came round calling our flight, and pulled us out of the queue again, and stuck us in front (there was me, a family of three adults, and another guy by himself). I finally got to the counter, where I had to wait for the staff to phone through to get a seat for me because they had overbooked the flight. Eventually, a boarding pass got printed off, and handed to customer services at the end of the row. Which then got passed to customer services at the end of the other row. Where I waited. Again. Finally, I approached the customer services desk, only to be told that they couldn't help me since their printer wasn't working. I nearly burst into tears and told them quite firmly that they had my boarding pass and was told that they'd get me a seat. Which they finally did. They also fast tracked me through customs, although my boots (no, not The Boots) set off the metal detectors. I finally got to the gate my plane was leaving from just in time to join the end of the queue for boarding.
I'm so glad to be home, although I miss the group in Edinburgh, and Edinburgh itself. I'm not missing family, Birmingham or London.
29 May 2006
Dammit. I'm back at work, it doesn't seem as though much has been done, and our only other accountant has resigned and is finishing on Wednesday.
And the weather sucks. I think it's time for me to start hibernating.
I think I'll post about my travels another time.
And the weather sucks. I think it's time for me to start hibernating.
I think I'll post about my travels another time.
11 May 2006
Pleh. The office stinks of carpet underlay today. After approximately two years of being the only business on this particular floor of the building, we're finally going to have new neighbours. Such a pity it's going to be another government department. And apparently they don't like the colour of the existing carpet, so they're putting new carpet in both their office and communal hallways of the floor.
Well, just over 24 hours before I fly off for a couple of weeks. I'm hoping I don't have a last minute panic attack, although the way I'm currently feeling, I wonder if I will avoid it. I was walking down to the bus stop this morning, and saw a plane fly past, and thought "I'm going to be up there tomorrow" and started to find it hard to breathe. If I don't think about it too much, I'll be fine.
Work will probably be fairly chaotic today, as I'm trying to clear all the paperwork from my desk - fortunately, the majority of it is just filing, but it needs to be done!
Well, just over 24 hours before I fly off for a couple of weeks. I'm hoping I don't have a last minute panic attack, although the way I'm currently feeling, I wonder if I will avoid it. I was walking down to the bus stop this morning, and saw a plane fly past, and thought "I'm going to be up there tomorrow" and started to find it hard to breathe. If I don't think about it too much, I'll be fine.
Work will probably be fairly chaotic today, as I'm trying to clear all the paperwork from my desk - fortunately, the majority of it is just filing, but it needs to be done!
8 May 2006
Not long to go until I'm flying half-way across the world. Well, my original plans have ended up changing regarding the trip, and I'll now end up spending a week with family in the UK. I'm needing to go and see my travel agent today to rearrange one of my flights. I'm really disappointed that my original plans have fallen through, but on the other hand, I guess it's nice that I'll finally get to meet all my aunts, uncles and cousins. Actually, I am looking forward to seeing one of my cousins, who I've not seen since he was last out here back in 1999.
I went and saw "Ice Age 2" on Saturday with one of my friends. We found it very entertaining. I also find it a little odd that when we saw the first "Ice Age" movie years ago, we saw it when we were over in New Zealand on holiday. And now we see the second instalment a week before I head overseas. Might just be me that sees that connection as odd.
I went and saw "Ice Age 2" on Saturday with one of my friends. We found it very entertaining. I also find it a little odd that when we saw the first "Ice Age" movie years ago, we saw it when we were over in New Zealand on holiday. And now we see the second instalment a week before I head overseas. Might just be me that sees that connection as odd.
4 May 2006
You'd think that Winter is well on it's way down here with the way people are dressing. I'm seeing a lot of winter coats, scarves and gloves (sometimes all on one person, too) first thing in the mornings. It's been chilly in the mornings, but I've yet to unpack my heavy winter gear. I've thought of wearing gloves a few times this past week or two, but always after I've left the house. Plus I can't remember where I stashed my gloves after last Winter.
It also seems as though the Evil Office Air Conditioner is working overtime. I'm finding it hard to type, I'm shivering so much...
I'm also thinking that someone in the news business got their wires crossed when they said this morning that the city was going to be inundated by smoke haze from various CALM burn-offs. Yesterday was rather smokey. Today there doesn't seem to be any smoke at all. I wonder how Nettie's faring, since the burn-offs were happening out her way.
It also seems as though the Evil Office Air Conditioner is working overtime. I'm finding it hard to type, I'm shivering so much...
I'm also thinking that someone in the news business got their wires crossed when they said this morning that the city was going to be inundated by smoke haze from various CALM burn-offs. Yesterday was rather smokey. Today there doesn't seem to be any smoke at all. I wonder how Nettie's faring, since the burn-offs were happening out her way.
Monday, 14 May 2007
2 May 2006
Scary to think that in ten days I'll be jetting half-way across the world to meet people I've only talked to on the internet...so much to do, so little time!
Went to my chiropracter this morning, and I don't think he's managed to get all the kinks out of my neck for once. Oh well, as long as my jaw doesn't lock on me, I'll be okay.
Went to my chiropracter this morning, and I don't think he's managed to get all the kinks out of my neck for once. Oh well, as long as my jaw doesn't lock on me, I'll be okay.
29 April 2006
I must be mad. Considering to reveal thoughts and stuff online to a community of people who I don't know. Maybe someone would find it interesting to hear about my life as an office professional for a small accounting firm. I doubt it, though.
Anyhow, I found myself starting to worry (again) about my upcoming overseas trip. Nothing specific, just a general feeling of dread that things may go wrong, no matter how many times other people and myself tell me that it won't. Anyhow, at this time in two weeks, I'll be hanging round at Heathrow airport, waiting for my connecting flight and the arrival of someone I can't wait to meet.
Anyhow, I found myself starting to worry (again) about my upcoming overseas trip. Nothing specific, just a general feeling of dread that things may go wrong, no matter how many times other people and myself tell me that it won't. Anyhow, at this time in two weeks, I'll be hanging round at Heathrow airport, waiting for my connecting flight and the arrival of someone I can't wait to meet.
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