Go Sharks

So there is definately Footie Fever in Australia, especially at my work. It’s not like I don’t like the sport, it’s just that I think there is a much better sport out there, that I would rather support. Rugby Union.

I mean, you don’t see a Footie world cup do you?

I get a lot of crap for supporting the Bokke, and also the Sharks. My defense is, why would I support an Australian team, when I have been supporting these teams since I could walk and understand what rugby was, and also when Australia still refuses to give me my residency.

So here is a fellow Sharks supporter, from my original hood – and I, supporting our favourite team.
The Sharks.

Stuey holding the flag above the freeway

Where we sat and heckled Small Western Force supporters. They loved it.

Victory was ours!

Cooking Exploits

As many of you know, I love to cook. Even though I am more of a savoury person myself, I love baking sweet treats for my friends.

Here, however I rustled up this dish for a morning tea at work. They were a massive hit.

Walnut, Siezan and Herb Stuffed Wild Mushrooms

Injuries

So, one of my personal goals for the hockey season this year was to not get injured. 3rd game in, and I lost.

I pop my shoulder out, with damage to my acromioclavicular joint. Not fun.
I also managed to strain a few neck muscles, namely the top three, located on the left hand side of the drawing.

Not only that, I tore my posterior cruciate ligament in my left knee. Luckily I don’t require surgery.
Not bad for one match’s worth of injuries.

I am now doomed to physio three times a week, and my poor bank account is not enjoying it – It’s equally 200 bucks a week.

Hopefully I will have recovered in time for State Youth Games which is coming up soon on the long weekend.
Here’s holding thumbs.

Crutches are still crap, and I am still terrible on them.

My best friends wedding.

Well one of them. Chantelle was the first to go.
Her story is an interesting one, you see from the moment she laid eyes on Aaron, she knew he was the one.

Problem was, literally there were about 40 girls chasing him, and he dated two girls during this time. One of them, happens to be one of our other best friends.
However it was the quiet, persistent Chantelle who scored this heart throb, and looked past his Wigga ways, and now he has cleaned up nicely and is an amazing singer.

Here are some photos from the lovely day. As you can see this was a while back, as I have black hair in the photos.

Our lovely Chantelle

The infamous Jude, our regular hairdresser for all our us

Aaron and Chantelle

Us bridesmaids

The whole group

Animal Stories

2007 – Chinese year of the Chicken – Bird Flu Pandemic devastates parts of Asia

2008 – Chinese year of the Horse – Equine Influenza decimates Australian racing

2009 – Chinese year of the Pig – Swine Flu Pandemic kills hundreds of pigs around the globe.

Has any one else noticed this?

It gets worse……..

next year……

2010 – Chinese year of the Cock – what could possibly go wrong?

Ha ha ha.

I am the most uncoordinated person to ever have to hobble around on crutches.

Predictions are, I stack it at least 3 times this week.

Shit’s rough, when you damage your shoulder and neck, and you have to have crutches for your knee.
Agonising.

Organised selfishness

There is an entity which I have not had a fondness for, since I was stabbed in the back by them when I suffered a spinal cord injury. Those of you who know my past, know of the seriousness of the incident, and who were at fault and turned their back on me.

I have never been able to fully trust or love this organisation since.
A shame really, when I had invested a lot of time and energy into it.

About a month ago, they broke their word to me about something that is very important to me, and some other people who deal with this entity. Despite no assisstance, we have continued with our original plan and are so far successful in our completion of everything.

Today however I found out some distressing news, that fills me up with actual hatred.
I can’t go into any detail as the situation is very hush hush and sensitive, but their value on human life other than themselves is non existant.

I see no compassion, no love and no insight to consequences being displayed by people who should know better.

Who are you to deprive people from improving their quality of life?
Who are you to say who is, and isn’t eligible?
Who are you to seperate someone from their much needed support network?

I pray that everything works out for the best, but if it doesn’t, it will be on your head, and I will bring this matter to the authorities. I will make sure that the world knows what you have done.

Those inconsiderate, demeaning and horrible things.
You have hurt my friend, and I have the potential to hurt back.

I am a woman of my word.

Green Eyed Monster

So many people just don’t realise how precious what they have really is. This could be said for so many aspects of ones life, and we could talk about this topic for hours, day, weeks on end and there would still always be more to talk about.

Appreciation, Value, Awareness, Effort.

What I really miss, and it’s so hard for my current friends to comprehend is my childhood.
It’s an eternity of memories away. It’s thousands of miles away and scattered over continents.
Different cities/states/provinces/ships and towns.

Some I wonder if I will ever visit again.

My local friends moan and bitch and complain about the “bogans” from their schools, or their daggy neighbours that they have had forever, or the fact that they still live in the same house that they have grown up in.
They get to catch up with school friends, bump into old teachers and family friends.

They get to go somewhere, which is rich in memory, and smell amazing scents which induce vivid reminiscing.

Me?
All I have is a passport, one page away from being full.
Me?
I have a screwed up accent
Me?
I have to accept the fact that my old best friends probably don’t think about me that much, because they haven’t seen me in years.
Me?
I feel shattered in the knowledge that I can’t see the the type of people that my heart yearns for, have become.

I had to grow up so fast, and fend on my own at such a young age.
I have no easy access to my memories. No visible reminder. No way of going back.
I am a nomad.
A resident of nowhere.
Australia could easily tell me to leave
I would be stuck.
Where would I go?

Time goes by..  time after time
I’m older, and wiser, with that small frightened girl inside.

Just waiting, patiently waiting for somewhere to call my home.
Just waiting, quietly waiting, for a family of my own.

Healthy Humour

sorry i told. i just needed you to know.

Planning is complete.
Targets identified.
Allies contacted and deployed.
The victims are unknowing and cannot avoid contact.

It’s coming. It’s coming soon.
You know it’s you when the time comes.
You know that you have been targeted and hit.
There is no escape.

This is what you wanted, isn’t it.
Be prepared. Be warned.

The blitzkrieg is approaching.
Melbourne will be hit.