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If i could do real-to-life pencil sketches, this is one i'd do to perfection, of course. For effect i'd be messing with the colour, tone, hue, shading, tint and saturation. That and what a moment to capture in this picture.

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That's That's pitiful... X-(

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Every day i live in jealousy of people without wringlets, i can't do that hair

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beautiful

you pair of bloody tragedies! Posers, fakers, Sid and Nancy? Bloody addicts... prooves that Hollywood got nothing to offer.

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Cool... too perfect, too pretty, too dressed up. Looks more like modelling gear than everyday-wear or even stage-wear

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now this i'd wear everyday, well, not really but you know what i mean

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Bert McCraken for once doesn't look like a stingy hairy Alcoholic, someone has so messed with the picture in Photoshop (or something better! Photoshop?!). Hello Kraken!

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Evil is cool, evil is the shit, there's no two ways about it, there's no denying who Ozzy Osbourne is, even if half his followers in the younger and older crowd do it out of Metal loyalty and fashion rather than love for his music alone.

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Oh go kill yourself already.....

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...wtf....

and take him with you

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Good news:
Part of the course is saveable.
If the hours are killing me and i'm loosing interest, at least my two favourite subjects in the course can be done on their own from now on, i won't get a pass on Cert3 Multimedia, but i will pass on the Animation section, which i THINK can lead onto cert4 Animation... or not.

Either way, i won't be wasting parents money that they spent on the course and that means a lot, a WHOLE lot. Wealth is so taken for granted these days in such a rich western world, fussing is half seen as materialistic. Seen it in selfish disrespectful teenagers, not all teens, for sure in my teens for while. It's their wealth and prosperity, they share it and depart with it, for me. They work hard for that, not as a means to an end, work is a mean's to an end, money, it's that end they're giving up for me. Why? So i've a means to whatever end i choose, so long as it leads ME to prosperity. See what i'm saying about the course and good news? I am relieved, that works out well enough for me and them, plus no killer hours so i've plenty room for working once i get a job at Carousel, i repeat, plus no killer hours so i've plenty room for working once i get a job at Carousel. So there's no telling Centrelink anything! What an escape...
Trust me that i'm telling (a sarcastic & figurative half-) truth, i could almost feel wet beads of blood sweating down my face.

Blogging never got so tiring. That and i just started which as as curious as it is annoying.

Sick of issues! Sick of stickiness! Stop stickin' to me! ... .... .......... I just thoughta sumthin, Michael Jackson and Janet jackson duet - Scream, was at Lily's place yesterday and she got that song on, it's totally my song now.
Found an interesting way to explore the meaning of bible passages, by rewriting them replacing words with things that better help me understand it, so i can read it with my definitions slotted in. Is also an interesting way to see if i'm catching on to what's really written there, if it sounds totally different i might be a bit off, or i might be further onto it.

http://www.biblegateway.com/ <-- Is so handy going there.

Love The Message version of the bible. I'd prefer one looks at Jewish culture back then and the context the writers put it in and the Aramaic Greek & Hebrew language from the original bible scrolls, online MSG bible will have to do for now.

Side note: Is the weather overcoming anybody else? It's so bad that energy is drained and the air con's on but i'm sluggish from a whole day of heat.

Body's probably lazy

ROFLMAO

A scene in the Outtakes of Serenity says it beautifully:

+*
(Nathan facing burnt-out ship shoots a survivor

-gun blast-

(Nathan sheepishly turns around)
"My cartridge just fell out of my gun"
*+

How to i put it... AHHHhahahahahahahaha! Yes Kerina, i AM well aware that you have issues, but writing at 6am? I could honestly have a giggle fit if i were any more tired (got up 11am it's now 11:30am). Anyway, as well as coming to the conclusion that there are 16 of me in my head, i have decided don't write at 6am.

Anyway, this morning doesn't even begin to be described by 'absolutely pitiful cry-session' so i started what i'm doing and done what I've done, only thing now is 'what now' and what a cry-fest this morning, almost entertaining (me that is, not the blog).

I take comfort that chapter 52 of Isaiah may well come true for me some day:

God Is Leading You Out of Here
1-2 Wake up, wake up! Pull on your boots, Zion! Dress up in your Sunday best, Jerusalem, holy city! Those who want no part of God have been culled out. They won't be coming along. Brush off the dust and get to your feet, captive Jerusalem!
Throw off your chains, captive daughter of Zion!
3 God says, "You were sold for nothing. You're being bought back for nothing."
4-6 Again, the Master, God, says, "Early on, my people went to Egypt and lived, strangers in the land. At the other end, Assyria oppressed them. And now, what have I here?" God's Decree. "My people are hauled off again for no reason at all. Tyrants on the warpath, whooping it up, and day after day, incessantly, my reputation blackened. Now it's time that my people know who I am, what I'm made of—yes, that I have something to say. Here I am!"
7-10 How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger bringing good news, Breaking the news that all's well, proclaiming good times, announcing salvation, telling Zion, "Your God reigns!"Voices! Listen! Your scouts are shouting, thunderclap shouts, shouting in joyful unison. They see with their own eyes God coming back to Zion.Break into song! Boom it out, ruins of Jerusalem: "God has comforted his people! He's redeemed Jerusalem!" God has rolled up his sleeves. All the nations can see his holy, muscled arm.Everyone, from one end of the earth to the other, sees him at work, doing his salvation work.
11-12 Out of here! Out of here! Leave this place! Don't look back. Don't contaminate yourselves with plunder. Just leave, but leave clean. Purify yourselves in the process of worship, carrying the holy vessels of God. But you don't have to be in a hurry. You're not running from anybody! God is leading you out of here, and the God of Israel is also your rear guard.

It Was Our Pains He Carried
13-15 "Just watch my servant blossom! Exalted, tall, head and shoulders above the crowd!But he didn't begin that way. At first everyone was appalled. He didn't even look human — a ruined face, disfigured past recognition. Nations all over the world will be in awe, taken aback, kings shocked into silence when they see him. For what was unheard of they'll see with their own eyes, what was unthinkable they'll have right before them."


I also like the following one, Isaiah 53, it's not about Jesus, but if there were ever a good description of him, here's a character-type that fits the bill. Keeping in mind, Jesus aim to not come looking like a king but simply to serve God, i imagine this is what people who'd attended the Crucifixion who turned to Jesus afterwards were thinking somewhere along these lines. I know that i thought little of God 'til he sorted me out, so i relate to this almost as a train of thought when i think of Christ:


1 Who believes what we've heard and seen? Who would have thought God's saving power would look like this? 2-6 The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at him and people turned away. We looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried — our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him — our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we get healed. We're all like sheep who've wandered off and gotten lost. We've all done our own thing, gone our own way. And God has piled all our sins, everything we've done wrong, on him, on him.
7-9 He was beaten, he was tortured, but he didn't say a word. Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered and like a sheep being sheared, he took it all in silence. Justice miscarried, and he was led off — and did anyone really know what was happening? He died without a thought for his own welfare, beaten bloody for the sins of my people. They buried him with the wicked, threw him in a grave with a rich man, Even though he'd never hurt a soul or said one word that wasn't true.
10 Still, it's what God had in mind all along, to crush him with pain. The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin so that he'd see life come from it—life, life, and more life. And God's plan will deeply prosper through him.
11-12 Out of that terrible travail of soul, he'll see that it's worth it and be glad he did it. Through what he experienced, my righteous one, my servant, will make many "righteous ones," as he himself carries the burden of their sins. Therefore I'll reward him extravagantly — the best of everything, the highest honors—Because he looked death in the face and didn't flinch, because he embraced the company of the lowest. He took on his own shoulders the sin of the many, he took up the cause of all the black sheep.


I could almost have a fit about that being buried with a rich man comment, oh how mean! (giggle)

AH!
"I'm late, i'm late, for a very important date!" - The Late Bunny

ONE more thing--> one more \/

Chapter 51 of Isaiah caught my eye:

What Are You Afraid of—or Who?

12-16"I, I'm the One comforting you. What are you afraid of—or who? Some man or woman who'll soon be dead? Some poor wretch destined for dust? You've forgotten me, God, who made you, who unfurled the skies, who founded the earth.And here you are, quaking like an aspen before the tantrums of a tyrant who thinks he can kick down the world. But what will come of the tantrums? The victims will be released before you know it.They're not going to die. They're not even going to go hungry. For I am God, your very own God, who stirs up the sea and whips up the waves, named God-of-the-Angel-Armies. I teach you how to talk, word by word, and personally watch over you, Even while I'm unfurling the skies, setting earth on solid foundations, and greeting Zion: 'Welcome, my people!'"

17-20 So wake up! Rub the sleep from your eyes! Up on your feet, Jerusalem! You've drunk the cup God handed you, the strong drink of his anger. You drank it down to the last drop, staggered and collapsed, dead-drunk. And nobody to help you home, no one among your friends or children to take you by the hand and put you in bed. You've been hit with a double dose of trouble — does anyone care? Assault and battery, hunger and death — will anyone comfort? Your sons and daughters have passed out, strewn in the streets like stunned rabbits, Sleeping off the strong drink of God's anger, the rage of your God.

21-23Therefore listen, please, you with your splitting headaches, You who are nursing the hangovers that didn't come from drinking wine. Your Master, your God, has something to say, your God has taken up his people's case:"Look, I've taken back the drink that sent you reeling. No more drinking from that jug of my anger! I've passed it over to your abusers to drink, those who ordered you, 'Down on the ground so we can walk all over you!' And you had to do it. Flat on the ground, you were the dirt under their feet."

++++++++++Okay i've had hardtimes ini the past, and then i've added to it by acting dumb (taking up the cup...) and of course there are consequences (...of God's anger) but i'm dealing with a father here, not the devil, so i'm trusting it's as physics describes: in Newton's Laws of Physics "for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction". Am i right or just piling up assumptions?++++++++++

I've been doing a lot of "thinking", although a lot of stupidity and clever management of that is more accurate. It started with doing Certificate 3 in Multimedia, art and computing, my two major interests, so the course should be riveting, yes? So dollars later and 3 months in i face the "reality"
...
No?!?!?!?!

Just not normal. So i do the impossibly dumb and decide that along with my waning interest the full time hours are killing' me and i don't wanna complete the 6 months only for it not to lead to a job. Pawwww baby...

To save my own arse i won't mention how much money i wasted through quitting. So, i should be pretty scared to write it in my blog, yes? Well you're not paying attention, you see, I'm a very silly person, that and there's more to it, it's not like that makes writing in my blog is any safer but you're dealing with me now. I fully embrace the mentality of being thorough, and if I'm gonna be stupid, I'm making a field day of it.

I think I'll take the time to mention that I've had my share of humble pie and decided no job is below me, rather, they're all far above me. Soon every shop in Carousel will know me by face, name and Resume, that or I'll get factory work, I'll even take a pub job. Keeping in mind of course, got no licence, got no car, i live right near the train line and i got only a year 12 graduation. This is going to be fun, yes fun, because I'm going to smile and be very happy - or let Centrelink/Intework find me a job... which means I'm definitely having fun.

:-D See, i even managed an Internet smile. How sweet.

Ah yes, that quitting thing. Well i had my cry fest "God, why have you abandoned me" "i can't do it anymore" Sunday night/Monday morning, that is, a few hours ago Mother finished talking to me, BTW mum=mum Mother=god. About that quitting thing, not only are two major interests so uninteresting for some reason i would find myself waiting for class to finish and so distracted from the 'boring' in-class tasks. Not only were the hours deadly for someone who's never worked, and done NOTHING for two years (you call that rest? i call that working up a good muscle-atrophy!). Not only do i have stubborn-mule issues and lost-kitten issues and a million other issues, GOD had no part in this. I'm so Christian that i didn't consult with Mother on this decision, and - well you'll get it if you read the whole blog. I'm a mess with even less energy and purpose than before, and two very upset angry parents.

If you have any cheesy sayings that you could offer to me to encourage me and make me happy, can it! I want only misery and pain... but not the kind you're thinking of. Mother reminded me of things i told her that i was forgetting/ignoring. My new years resolution: Break all the rules, obey all the laws. That is, forge a new way of doing things obeying the spiritual laws god put in place, and breaking any rules that got in my way, like a sort of learning kerb. Only thing is: my version seems to have excluded the whole learning thing so far. Then there's Planet Shakers last year, i quit being Anorexic, i quit with cutting, and God put several things on my heart.

To cut a long story short since I'm so stubbornly (is that a good thing... (?)) sure, I'll put things in lists to make it clear.

What God Put On My Heart:
Make the time to sort my problems out:
+Counselling
+ Careforce program Woman To Woman
+Psychology
+Telling other people
Take the time to learn more about god
+Bible college
+in church christian education
+internship at a camp or planet shakers

What i did:
+to do Careforce Woman2Woman i had to do Careforce Lifekeys first so i did
+then i did Careforce Search4Intimacy
+i told people, 2 no i used to cut, a grand total of 2. 1 person knows i used to be anorexic, a grand total of 1. That makes a super total of THREE.

What i didn't do:
Option 1:Sit down have a one on one with God so he could give me a clear yes or no
Option 2: get a patient well-versed faithful obedient sharp eared leader to ask for me

My GOD I'm bright, not only did i set myself up to fail, which God can help me overcome, I've missed a week, which is a recipe for more failure, I've HAD IT! I've told my parents I'm not doing it no more, and frankly, I'm sticking with that, with the way things are going and the fact that dad and TAFE have talked things over, it's too late now. The cleverest thing for image-sake in case my stupid arse wants a second shot at this course is to pull out now. Why? "Not worth the hard hours if I'm not interested in it as a career path any more, gonna just look for work and see what i wanna do mid-year" That's the cleverest thing i can do now. I can now thank myself for backing myself up into a tight spot i didn't want to go in. I could attempty catch-up like the last in the TAFE course when i missed classes... or NOT. Can you tell i dropped out then to?

Add to that my dad nearly died in a cyclone a fornight before i quit.

I just KNOW somebody out there wants to slap me like a three-headed monkey. Don't worry, so do i, only i decided to tell Mother and let her do it, Mother hasn't slapped me yet so i'm guessing she's just taking her time. If you're wondering why this whole thing has a funny-vibe, until i suddenly become perfect i'm needing to cope with me for a bit (unless someone else wants to do it for me), so i'm trying to live with myself.

Should i bother-internet screaming or just go to bed in angst and self-pity listening to music because i'm too emotional to sleep. The latter sounds so... so much more... realistic.

Yes, another test post.

This time with two movie reccomendations, Rocky Balboa (the sixth Rocky movie is it?) and Rize, something shown recently in a movie double by Luna Cinemas, both exceed expectations, both are EXCELLENT!

Site recommendations:
www.gothic-christianity.com
www.christiangoth.com

Blogger: Forgot your password?

Blogging has never been more of a nightmare...
It took a few horus just to get to this page, so my second post is a test post. :-D

UNTITLED, UNKNOWN

now this has been changed from English to French using ONLINE TRANSLATOR'S, that is to say, MACHINE'S not human's, so i'm not sorry if it's wrong, because i'm not wrong, the computer is :-D okay? BTW Just in case someone steals this it is NOT the English Original so THERE! The translation into English, i won't bother unless i get endless whinging about it, and it STILL won't be the originial, nah-nee-nah-nee-nahhh-nahh!

___________Intitulé Non, Inconnu

Pour faire fort,
pour faire faible,
comme la vie nous affecte tous les jours,
tel est la vie que chacun d'entre nous y réagit,
et nous tous promenade un sentier de division,
et ainsi, en avant nous allons.
{promener}

Pour faire fort,
pour faire faible,
comme la vie nous affecte tous les jours,
tel est la vie que chacun d'entre nous y réagit,
et nous tous promenade un sentier de division,
mais nous étions toujours joli.
{revenir}

Pour faire fort,
pour faire faible,
comme la vie nous affecte tous les jours,
tel est la vie que chacun d'entre nous y réagit,
et nous tous promenade un sentier de division,
comme les fourmis, nous tombons.
{Sommeil}

© 2007-03-09 Kerina S. Cook

No i don't know French, i used the three Translator's on http://wizardtrans.free.fr/online-language-translator.htm to comparitively fine tune this thing! ;-) And no, i don't wanna know if you hate it.

N.B. WELCOME to my new blog! The other one sucks so i'm not ever gonna mention it's site.