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today is not so cold.  I like the temperature, and I have a new rug to sit on.  it's black faux fur, mmmm...

 

I feel really weary, just want to relax and do fuck all.  so many responsibilities to put off and few that are willing to understand why they are being deferred. 

 

Can't do everything...

 

Rome wasn't built in a day...

 

@ least there is enough food here to last me several milleniums, minus fresh juice and pop and cottage cheese... why did I forget those?  not sure how long I will last staying home avoiding the shops with those on my list.

 

so weary...

 

can't blog for long...

 

too much in pain...

 

too tired...

 

need help...

 

I found you in my heart with an axe ready to cut up whatever the others had left. 

You were so callous, never remembering that I had feeling and emotions deeper than the Atlantic. 

Why did you do this to me? 

Why couldn’t you leave me the way I was, single, happy and uncomplicated? 

Why did sex have to change things?

 

 

 

Name: Amanda

 

Birthplace: North Adelaide

 

Current Location: North Adelaide

 

Eye Colour: Blue

 

Hair Colour: Blonde

 

Height: 5’9”

 

Right Handed or Left Handed: right

 

Your Heritage: Australian

 

The Shoes You Wore Today: Vintage Bronze Heels

 

Your Weakness: Kryptonite lol

 

Your Fears: not much

 

Your Perfect Pizza: Vegetarian Homemade!

 

Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Make money

 

Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Sure!

 

Thoughts when first waking today: Hmmmm…. He is such a honey

 

Your Best Physical Feature: not sure

 

Your Bedtime: When the need arises ;)

 

Pepsi or Coke: Neither thx

 

McDonalds or Burger King: Absolutely neither – piss off!

 

Single or Group Dates: single

 

Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton

 

Chocolate or Vanilla: both thx, how about some strawberry as well J

 

Cappuccino or Coffee: neither L

 

Do you Smoke: Yes’m

 

Do you swear: Fuck yeah!

 

Do you Sing: badly

 

Do you Shower Daily: no

 

Have you been in Love: no

 

Do you want to go to College: not again!!

 

Do you want to get married: yes

 

Do you believe in yourself: most of the time

 

Do you get Motion Sickness: no

 

Do you think you are Attractive: yes’m

 

Are you a Health Freak: yes!!!!!

 

Do you get along with your Parents: of course!

 

Do you play an Instrument: not well

 

In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yes

 

In the past month have you been on Drugs: yes

 

In the past month have you Smoked: yes

 

In the past month have you gone on a Date: not really

 

In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: no

 

In the past month have you eaten Sushi: no

 

In the past month have you been on Stage: no

 

In the past month have you been Dumped: no

 

In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no

 

In the past month have you Stolen Anything: can’t remember

 

Ever been Drunk: yes, but not in years

 

Ever been called a Tease: yes

 

Ever been Beaten up: no

 

Ever Shoplifted: many times

 

How do you want to Die: I don’t

 

What do you want to be when you Grow Up: I never will!

 

What country would you most like to Visit: USA

 

Number of Drugs I have taken: 10,000,000,000 or so

 

Number of CDs I own: About 250 originals – plenty more burns

 

Number of Piercings: 3

 

Number of Tattoos: 1

 

Number of things in my Past I Regret: I try not to live in regret

  

In a Boy….

 

Favourite Eye Colour: blue or brown

 

Favourite Hair Colour: darkish hair

 

Short or Long Hair: short

 

Height: tall

 

Best Clothing Style: Stylish, comfortable in dressy or casual

 

 What would you say your mood was like today?

 

agitated

 

  

What’s the fastest you have ever gone in a car?

 

180kph passenger – 160kph driver

 

  

What does friendship mean to you?

 

A lot

 

  

How many boyfriend/girlfriend relationships have you had?

 

Only three that lasted over two weeks

 

  

Who do you go to for help in emergency?

 

Brett

 

  

Do you think you are beautiful?

 

Yes!

 

  

What is your second favourite colour?

 

Black

 

  

Would you marry someone who had a different religion to you?

 

No

 

  

Do you believe in Reincarnation?

 

Yes

 

  

When’s the last time you saw a duck/s?

 

Last week, they were flying South (in South Australia) so they must’ve been confused lol

 

  

What is fun to you?

 

I try to fill every moment with fun

 

  

Have you ever done a love spell?  Did it work?

 

Yes x 2

 

  

Would you like more friends?

 

Yes

 

  

If someone had a booger hanging out of their nose, would you tell them?

 

Not always, depends how well I know them

 

  

Do you talk about people behind their backs?

 

If they deserve it

 

  

What do you like to do in order to relax?

 

Get stoned, Have a bath ;) , Gardening, Divination, Writing Letters/Stories/Diary, Sex

 

  

How much time do you spend on the following each week?

 

Computer: 25+

 

Housework: 15+

 

Hobbies: 50+

 

 

  

Do you think that the world will one day change dramatically?

 

Yes and would like to elaborate but since this my first online slam, don’t want to write a 4 page essay on this topic.

 

  

What is your favourite slang term?

 

Fuck

 

  

Is the statement “once you’ve had black – you’ll never go back” True or False?

 

Never tried

 

  

Do women look better with or without makeup?

 

Depends how good their skin is.  I like myself with makeup even though I have good skin

 

  

What do you do when you can’t sleep but want to?

 

Take pills and lie down, meditate; try to exhaust myself with exercise

 

  

Who is a friend that you like but they don’t match your views or morals?

 

 Susan

This is an online slam I did today - what a laugh!  Some of the answers are very funny!!!! PMSL

 

Instructions - Type in the following and choose from the first description found.

Be honest, don't just pick one out to be funny

 

First - image search -

 

1: Type in "[your first name] looks like" in Google search:
"Amanda looks like any nerd in school, but she is actually really smart and cool. She is smart because she knows everything about bugs"  
2: Type in "[your first name] hates" in Google search;
“Amanda hates feet”

 
3: : Type in "[your first name] goes" in Google search:
Amanda Goes West: A Journal of Fashion History Through Paper Dolls (The Amanda Series, Bk. 1):  
4:Type in "[your first name] loves" in Google search:
amanda loves nick 

5: Type in "[your first name] eats" in Google search:
Amanda Eats My Meat on Flickr - Photo Sharing! 

6: Type in "[your first name] has" in Google search:
Amanda Has Webcam Fun! 

7: Type in "[your first name] works" in Google search:
" The purpose of this chapter is to give a brief technical overview of Amanda. We want you to understand how Amanda works, how it is different ... 

8: Type in"[your first name] lives" in Google search:
Amanda lives a few blocks from me. She has a dog that's all shaved except for tufts of hair around it's ears. 

9: Type in "[your first name] once" in Google search:
Amanda once more on Flickr - Photo Sharing!This may be the last picture of Amanda from this particular shoot that I upload to Flickr, but stay tuned, as there will probably be other photoshoots with ... 

10: Type in "[your first name] was" in Google search:
The Antarctic Muon and Neutrino Detector Array, fondly known as AMANDA, was created to detect high-energy neutrinos. These hard-to-find particles may be ... 

11.Type in "[your first name] died" in Google search:
The last exchange between these two friends in the early morning before Amanda died was, "Amanda, I love you," and "Alyssa, I love you too." ...

 

 

Yeah I thought it was funny too 

I was missing you really and I couldn’t think of anything but 

I know that I love you more than you love me 

Well it feels like that 

Because you don’t seem to be as hung up on me as I feel I am about you 

You don’t show it 

Well guys are weird then! 

Girls are not dumb! 

Well not all of them! 

Not me! 

You’re dumb!

Stop it you are making my ribs hurt

You are such a goof-off 

Come and kiss me then 

On the cheek 

That was nice 

Now on the lips 

Slower 

On my neck 

Lick it 

You turn me on 

Yeah I guess you might be a lil hung up on me 

Don’t… 

Okay go on… 

Uh huh 

Ooooohhhh *giggle*

 

I’m lonely

 

I’m cold

 

I need

 

Human touch

 

Some kissing

 

And a hug

 

A cuddle

 

And then some…

 

 

 

When I look into His eyes

 

Laser Beams come back at Me

 

Penetrating into My very Soul

 

So intense and like the love

 

I’ve always wanted.

 

I wait for Him;

 

But I don’t mind,

 

Eternity is here

 

For Us to be together

 

So time apart has other joys!

 

So caring, so unique

 

Vastly entertaining and jovial

 

A complete package

 

But dare I put my heart on the line

 

AGAIN?!

 

Why not?

 

Anything has to be better than

 

 Dying wondering…

watch it clock over!  who will be the mystery hit?

 

 

Winter in Adelaide

 

Is so glorious

 

The trees have lost their leaves

 

Except the gum trees

 

Which are grey green

 

Against the sky

 

The streets are wet

 

But there is not often rain

 

The skies are grey

 

And cloudy

 

The seas are stormy

 

And rough

 

The grass is green

 

And lush

 

The rivers are overflowing…

 

Everyone complains about the

temperature

 

Like they did in Summer

 

Our two months of cold

 

See most staying at home

 

Amanda says – I am a vegetarian and have been very heart-wrenched by having to buy meat dog food for my beautiful dog, although I was buying organic and preservative free food, it became distressing to me as I walked down the isles of dog food in the pet store.  It really does smell disgusting.

  

So I thought I would try to get back on to vegetarian dog food – when googling I came across this article (which is only a small part of it here)  that outlines how to feed one’s dog a healthy vegan diet.  I am not going quite so far – I am still feeding Scrubs eggs, milk cheese etc and she can have meat at other people’s houses.  Can’t deny her the shmackos!

   

Note: This article has recently been reviewed for accuracy by veterinarian Armaiti May, DVM. (www.veganvet.net)

 
Dogs are honest about their feelings. Love is irresistible and dogs seem to easily feel someone's love for them. We've been fortunate to share life with a number of vegan dogs. Yes, Beautiful, Magic, Vegan, Miracles, Baba, Kisses, Valiant, etc. represent the pinnacle of their species and are at the helm of the 'vegan dog movement'.  We would like to share the knowledge attained from our experience caring for vegan dogs.

 
Dogs are honest about their feelings. Love is irresistible and dogs seem to easily feel someone's love for them. We've been fortunate to share life with a number of vegan dogs. Yes, Beautiful, Magic, Vegan, Miracles, Baba, Kisses, Valiant, etc. represent the pinnacle of their species and are at the helm of the 'vegan dog movement'.  We would like to share the knowledge attained from our experience caring for vegan dogs.

 
A dog is by genus classified as a carnivore, but metabolically, they are omnivores. You can feel safe knowing that you can raise dogs on a vegan diet. In fact, with careful attention to their nutritional needs, (as you would give to your own), they actually thrive! They become gentler, cleaner, more lovable, and will abound with good health. The health of our dogs has surprised a few conventional vets. 
 

A dog's protein requirements are greater than ours. To ensure that your dog gets enough protein, calcium, vitamin D and all other nutrients, feed them a varied diet of:

* legumes – tempeh, tofu, well-cooked beans, lentils, soy beans, sprouted/cooked chick peas or hummus, sprouted lentils (ground/blended), etc.

* well-cooked whole grains – brown rice, quinoa, millet, corn grits/polenta or blended corn kernels, whole grain bread or pasta, oats, etc.

* Potatoes – white or sweet, seasoned and oiled for palatability (in small pieces and/or mashed, to make it more digestible)

* Seitan or wheat-meat – made of gluten flour (high in protein)

* Some vegetables (in small pieces and/or mashed, to make it more digestible)

* Along with certain supplements

* Fruit in small amounts if they will eat it.

* And take them on daily walks in the sunshine.

 
Approximately a third to a half of the meal will consist of a protein source (from the paragraph above). About half of the meal can be made up of a variety of whole grains, which are a source of carbohydrates and protein, as well as essential vitamins and minerals.  The Vegan Dog Nutrition Association recommends the base of the meal to be comprised of soybeans, lentils, rice, oats and sweet potatoes. They have published a downloadable recipe for a balanced vegan diet. 

 
The remaining portion should be made up of raw and cooked vegetables, as well as supplemental items listed below. Meals should be served at room temperature or slightly warmed, along with a clean bowl of water.
Non-vegan dogs generally eat one meal a day, whereas vegan dogs should get smaller meals, twice daily, and snacks. A healthy snack would be several vegan dog biscuits (see below) or a handful or two (depending on the size of your dog) of vegan dry kibble produced by one of the companies listed below. Or a few bites of toast that your dog would appreciate sharing! 
 

Oil requirements can be met with avocado; a rich source of vitamins. (There is some disagreement over the issue of including avocado in a dog's diet. See note below*) Most dogs will love it, but it might take a little getting used to, at first. Another source to include is 1-2 tablespoons of tahini (sesame seed butter), which is a rich source of calcium.  Their calcium requirements can also be met by adding finely chopped raw dark greens to their meal, and also by mixing in some canned pure vegetarian dog food which they find irresistible! We mix some of the marketed moist food in with meals to help meet nutritional requirements. In the United States, quite a few companies (see below) produce a complete, plant-based, canned wet dog food which meets their nutritional needs. They are a superior quality than most commercial dog foods, which contain slaughterhouse by-products and other unimaginable ingredients. Our preference and practice is to mix the plant-based commercial food with wholesome homemade meals, similar to what you yourself would eat. 

 
* Armaiti May says: "There seem to be mixed reports concerning the safety of avocados. I've heard of dogs eating avocados and being just fine, but there are some cases where cardiotoxicity (heart problems) has been associated with large quantities of avocado consumption (esp. if the pit of the avocado is consumed). It's not something that is fully understood, and as I said, I know there are lots of dogs who eat avocados and are just fine."

To ensure they receive the necessary essential fatty acids (omegas 3, 6, & 9), add 1 teaspoon - 1 tablespoon of a vegan oil blend complete with total essential fatty acids. Some brands have a balanced blend of Borage Oil, Evening Primrose Oil and Certified Organic Flax Oil, such as Health From the Sun's 'Total EFA' or the brand called Veg'n EFA Oil Blend, www.myvega.com. Mustard seed oil contains all the essential fatty acids. An alternative (though it's not as complete), would be flax seed oil, hemp seed oil, or 1 teaspoon of ground or soaked flax seeds. (This is beneficial for vegan humans as well). ('Deva' and 'V-Pure' are now producing vegan DHA, long chain fatty-acids from seaweed in a capsule for humans, which you can share with your companion animals.) Flax or 'Total EFA' oil also serves other purposes such as helping joint function and coat health. There are many studies that confirm the powerful healing benefits of giving dogs flax seed oil. These oils are especially important for senior dogs.

To ensure they receive the necessary essential fatty acids (omegas 3, 6, & 9), add 1 teaspoon - 1 tablespoon of a vegan oil blend complete with total essential fatty acids. Some brands have a balanced blend of Borage Oil, Evening Primrose Oil and Certified Organic Flax Oil, such as Health From the Sun's 'Total EFA' or the brand called Veg'n EFA Oil Blend, www.myvega.com. Mustard seed oil contains all the essential fatty acids. An alternative (though it's not as complete), would be flax seed oil, hemp seed oil, or 1 teaspoon of ground or soaked flax seeds. (This is beneficial for vegan humans as well). ('Deva' and 'V-Pure' are now producing vegan DHA, long chain fatty-acids from seaweed in a capsule for humans, which you can share with your companion animals.) Flax or 'Total EFA' oil also serves other purposes such as helping joint function and coat health. There are many studies that confirm the powerful healing benefits of giving dogs flax seed oil. These oils are especially important for senior dogs.

In the time to come, it’s the visionary that has the advantage over all – where they are headed they have already seen, done it before and can do it better a second or third time...

 

 

 

I want to hate you

 

To let you go

 

You never showed me

 

The love you had to give

 

You gave it to another

 

More fortunate than myself

 

I bleed

 

I cry

 

I ache

 

You don’t know

 

You don’t care

 

Why did I choose you?

 

I want to hate you

 

 If…repeat On a night made for lovers – I dream about you, so far away. In my mind I could touch you, tease you, and please me.  I wish you were here where the breeze is soft on my pale skin. I wish you would touch me, tease me, and please you.  I’m stuck on you because you look so good, sound like all the men I’ve never known, breaking new barriers – why don’t you tear down the wall that’s between us?  Com over any time, while I live this prosaic life – make romance, make love and I’ll make you the man you’ve always wanted to be.  I’ll even make you a vegetarian curry.  If that’s what you want – I know it’s what my body and mind crave.  I don’t fake this way of life or way of heart. We could talk; get stoned or even get a pizza if that’s what you’re after. You get all the passion out of me; it’s only you I have it for (could this be real?).  There’s no-one else, there never has been and maybe never will be.  (If I want what you want but I don’t even know what it is that you want)  Now would be a good time.  I’m not going to dump you unless we don’t see eye to eye. Matching up the lovers, when we were the first to cross the starting line.  You are my first and my last – without you I know life wouldn’t be this way.  I’d be a nun, because there is none like you. Passions come, Passions go, but what I’ve seen you taking part of is endless, it’s eternity. Eternity without you is what I would die for.  If the seasons didn’t change I’d make you pay, for I know deep inside you are more than what you’ve said you are.  My love, eternal.

Sometimes I wonder why I sit and wait for you to come.  You never do, so why do I bother?  I’ve been waiting for you since the day we met and maybe even before then.

 

I try to get everything in order for your impending visit, but it never seems perfect enough.  I change things, thinking ‘this will be what makes a difference’; maybe it is, I’ll never know until I hear you say it. 

 

And then I get the calls, wrong numbers, hang-ups, all with numbers blocked.  So it makes me think of you, wishing it might be.

 

For a girl who is on the run I’ve been sitting still for a long time.

 How much longer should I wait for you?  Tell me if there’s nothing to wait for, I’m dying here; alone, but not feeling it, as I wait for you…

.

Life goes on and few things change – I’m still waging the same battle I always was – will it ever end?

 

 The time spent meditating seems worthwhile for a clarified decision, it gets me to that point again – the point I know that I could fail, but I throw everything in, exhausting myself, giving up the rest of my life to get it right. 

I’ve been working on this for 12 years now, that I can remember – and the time before this was only preparation.  I WILL SUCCEED.

 

 

 

 

I keep my fantasies to myself.  No-one knows the real me except people who are just like me.  Who would care to know about anything but themselves?  Don’t we all just want to find a little solace?  Well, unlike you all I’m on my way. January 1996

The choice is yours…

  

The world is in danger

 

And you stick your head in the sand

 

You give grief  to a stranger

 

You’re not willing to understand

  

Trouble comes along

 

And you’re the first to fall

 

Truly, you’ve got no friends to tell

 

Because you support multi national corporation hell

  

Frustrated and crazy you seek some help

 

But nothing can be solved from a chemist’s shelf

 

Read the paper, collect your thoughts

 

Remember the way it felt…

  

I want universal happiness first

 

Understanding as well

 

If you don’t give me it

 

Then we continue in hell

 

If one insists on always being serious, and never allowing a bit of fun and relaxation, one would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.

 

 

My acquaintances could fill a twelve storey building and my friends would only be in one room.

 

 

 

 

Faceless pervert

 

You turn me on

 

You make me so steamy

 

I am drawn to watching you

 

Exhibit at your best

 

The one thing

 

I normally miss seeing on a guy

  

But you, Faceless Pervert

 

I can fantasize about you

 

And not have to worry

 

About your words

 

Or your looks or what you believe

 

Because all I see in front of me

 

Is a lack of flaccidity

  And that, Faceless Pervert   

Is sometimes all I want…

I wait for her nearly every time we see each other.  She comes out to greet me, silently at first, but friendly always.  There’s always a comment on some positive aspect to myself.  It makes me feel happy straight away.  Whether I see her about a Pap smear, an injection or even tonsilitis, I know I’m going to get the most helpful and gentle treatment.  I love her, she’s my doctor.

They hunted Her every way they could, searching for evidence of Her in every corner - they found it everywhere - She had left a long trail of destruction behind her - They finally caught on They were not in this war alone...

 

 

She wondered - was there a connexion between this rampant beast and Herself?  When She tried to feel out His mind She felt nothing... or very little.  And Then there was His Competitor - neither Who seem to be competing at all.  Were They just being Themselves and That was What She was attracted to?  But The Pain is Never Forgotten And The Sooner It Passes The Happier She Will Ultimately Be...

 

PINK CHEVROLET

Rubis

Lemon Juice

Champagne 

SEDUCTION

Vodka

Blue Curacao

Lime Juice

Midori 

SHOCKING BLUE

Blue Curacao

Midori

Lena Banana

Lemonade

 

 

 GEISHA DELIGHT

Midori

Galliano

Cointreau

Coconut Rum

Pineapple Juice  

BLUE MOON

Midori

Blue Curacao

Cointreau 

Method : 1 measure of each liqueur and 20-50ml of Juice (if required) with ice, shake in a cocktail shaker; serve in an adorable fancy glass with embellishments!   

EXXON VALDESE

White Sambucca

Black Sambucca 

Method : White first in a shot glass, carefully pour the black on top so it looks like the oil slick it’s named after!  

DEPTH BOMB

(BP’s all time favourite) 

1 dash lemon juice

4 dashes Grenadine

½ measure of Calvados or Apple Brandy

½ Brandy 

Method : shake well, strain into a cocktail glass

 

 

there would be some pics but BogBlog has denied my permission to access them!  Bloody Hell! *%#$@!!!

 

 

We're all subject to the pressures of stupid advertising, consumerist hype and the fast pace of big city life - but it doesn't take any special intelligence to start asking questions about McDonald's and to realize that something is seriously wrong.

The more you find out about McDonald's processed food, the less attractive it becomes, as this leaflet will show. The truth about McDonalds is enough to put you off them for life.

But this truth you will never read or hear in the mainstream media because
McDonalds annually spends $2 billion on advertising
and that drowns or prevents any voices of dissent

Its founder even went on record to say

"We have found out... that we cannot trust some people who are nonconformists... We will make conformists out of them... The organization cannot trust the individual; the individual must trust the organization."
--Ray Kroc(founder,owner McDonalds )

"The Israeli people are infected with Americanization. We must not be concerned for culture only as culture, but understand what Israeli culture is, and Israeli religion. We must be wary of McDonald's; we must be wary of Michael Jackson; we must be wary of Madonna."
--Israeli President Ezer Weizman, summer 1999

"I am in complete solidarity with France's farm-workers, and I detest McDonald's food."
--Jacques Chirac(President of France )

"Everything went downhill from the moment the McDonald's chain was allowed to invade England."
--Morrissey

Iraqi McDonalds Pamphlet



I don't need to say anything about this



ECONOMIC IMPERIALISM

* Some 'Third World' countries, where most children are undernourished, are actually exporting their staple crops as animal feed - i.e. to fatten cattle for turning into burgers in the 'First World'. Millions of acres of the best farmland in poor contries are being used for our benefit - for tea, coffee, tobacco, etc. - while people there are starving. McDonald's is directly involved in this economic imperialism, which keeps most black people poor and hungry while many whites grow fat.




# What's the connection between McDonald's and starvation in the 'Third World'?

McDonald's is one of several giant corporations with investments in vast tracts of land in poor countries, sold to them by the dollar-hungry rulers (often military) and privileged elites, evicting the small farmers that live there growing food for their own people.

Words of Wisdom from McDonalds pyscopathic founder Ray Kroc

"I believe in God, family, and McDonald's -- and in the office, that order is reversed."

"It is ridiculous to call this an industry. This is not. This is rat eat rat, dog eat dog. I'll kill 'em, and I'm going to kill 'em before they kill me. You're talking about the American way -- of survival of the fittest."

"If my competitor were drowning I'd stick a hose in his mouth and turn on the water."

Read more here http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/business/ray-kroc/


How do McDonald's deliberately exploit children?

NEARLY all McDonald's advertising is aimed at children. Although the Ronald McDonald 'personality' is not as popular as their market researchers expected (probably because it is totally unoriginal), thousands of young children now think of burgers andchips every time they see a clown with orange hair.

THE NORMALITY TRAP

* No parent needs to be told how difficult it is to distract a child from insisting on a certain type of food or treat. Advertisements portraying McDonald's as a happy, circus-like place where burgers and chips are provided for everybody at any hourof the day (and late at night), traps children into thinking they aren't 'normal' if they don't go there too. Appetite, necessity and - above all - money, never enter the "innocent" world of Ronald McDonald.

Few children are slow to spot the gaudy red and yellow standardised frontages in shopping centres and high streets throughout the country. McDonald's knows exactly what kind of pressure this puts on people looking after children. It's hard not to give in to this 'convenient' way of keeping children 'happy', even if you haven't got much money and you try to avoid junk-food.






TOY FOOD

As if to compensate for the inadequacy of their products, McDonald's promote the consumption of meals as a 'fun event'. This turns the act of eating into a performance, with the 'glamour' of being in a McDonald's ('Just like it is in the ads!') reducing the food itself to the status of a prop.

Not a lot of children are interested in nutrition, and even if they were, all the gimmicks and routines with paper hats and straws and balloons hide the fact that the food they're seduced into eating is at best mediocre, at worst poisonous - and their parents know it's not even cheap.

The Future of Indian Children



A burger a day....





But the world is fighting back




India's leading anti-corporate activist

Mrs Vandana Shiva who is hated and feared by corporations has this to say

there is a small middle class and a tiny elite section that I believe feels inferior about what they are, that has been so subjected to the pressures of Westernisation that they feel second-rate Westerners, and people would go in for the experience not because of what the experience is, but for what it symbolises.

There will definitely be a tiny, tiny fragment in our population, but since we have a large population it will be a large market which is why McDonald's want to enter it.

http://www.mcspotlight.org/people/interviews/vandana_transcript.html

McDonalds entered India in 1996 and has slowly been spreading its poison in
our society


An Indonesian freedom fighter hold's Ronald hostage and ask's him to leave his
country at gun point



Arrested for crimes against humanity



He is out on bail just like how most rich guys get out
waiting for his next victim at a mall near you.....


Ronald McDonald long lost brother of Idi Amin



Justice will one day be served




LIBERATION BEGINS IN YOUR STOMACH

there is a small middle class and a tiny elite section that I believe feels inferior about what they are, that has been so subjected to the pressures of Westernisation that they feel second-rate Westerners, and people would go in for the experience not because of what the experience is, but for what it symbolises.

There will definitely be a tiny, tiny fragment in our population, but since we have a large population it will be a large market which is why McDonald's want to enter it.

http://www.mcspotlight.org/people/interviews/vandana_transcript.html

McDonalds entered India in 1996 and has slowly been spreading its poison in
our society


An Indonesian freedom fighter hold's Ronald hostage and ask's him to leave his
country at gun point



Arrested for crimes against humanity



He is out on bail just like how most rich guys get out
waiting for his next victim at a mall near you.....


Ronald McDonald long lost brother of Idi Amin



Justice will one day be served




LIBERATION BEGINS IN YOUR STOMACH

THERE are loads of cheap, tasty and nutritious alternatives to a diet based on the decomposing flesh of dead animals: fresh fruit of all kinds, a huge variety of local & exotic vegetables, cereals, pulses, beans, rice, nuts, wholegrain foods and not to forget our Idlies,Vadas,Puri's and Dosa's. Now is a really good time for change.

The pleasure of preparing healthy food and sharing good meals has a political importance too: it is a vital part of the process of ordinary people taking control of their lives to create a better society, instead of leaving their futures in the cynical, reedy hands of corporations like McDonald's.

ORGANIC FOODS taste better because they are better.  GROWING ORGANIC FOOD saves our earth from pollution and degradation.

TESTING ON ANIMALS is cruel and unnecessary.  ANIMALS are our friends - would you put a friend through hell in the name of Science?

 

DON'T EAT THE FLESH OF A CORPSE

 WOMEN AND MEN ARE EQUAL, BUT DIFFERENT.  RESPECT others always...

controlling NATURE for profit is HEINOUS

IGNORANCE IS FOR THE FEEBLE AND DOES NOT PRODUCE BLISS

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know the story about the postman? 

Well, I’m happy whenever my Australia post delivery man rocks up. He knocks on the door so sweetly and calls out  ‘parcel post‘  I answer him straight away because I am always waiting for him. 

Sometimes he comes around when I’m scantily clad and I call out  ‘just a minute‘  he always replies  ‘I’ll leave it at the door‘   …    

I wonder whether this postman knows I’ve got nothing on from the waist down? 

I’d like him to come in one day after he’s finished work for the day, deliver a parcel to me and come in to my house, maybe have a drink or two.  If he’s a smoker, then I’m sure to be prepared. 

Maybe we could kiss just a little…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God/Goddess is Good

 

Gods and Goddesses

are even better

I don’t know whether he’ll come today.  In the next minute or the next hour.  He likes to catch me unawares. 

It always happens – the furthest thing from my mind (or is it handing over to the subconscious and letting will take control?) – the surprise. 

A key in a lock, a muffled sound of putting his jacket or bag down?  I don’t know.  I can’t see it.  I can only hear. 

Then he comes to me – not always straight away, sometimes he makes coffee (I hear the kettle whistle and the tinkle of a spoon on ceramic) and later smell it on his breath.  Sometimes he showers, sometimes he bathes. 

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.  I’m not sure where I am.  I am not sure who the man that keeps me here is or why he does.  My guess is that I’m somewhere near the airport (I occasionally hear aeroplanes) and in a back street.  I can’t hear any trucks, but do hear cars.  The house is at street level and near a corner.  I can tell because I hear the gears change, and when he opens the door sometimes there is a car going past and I orientate myself to it. I hear the same cars each day, about five or six different ones.  A Volkswagen goes past early every morning (When I hear the sounds of birds and a distant city stirring) and comes home last.  I can’t tell what the other cars are – but I have made up who their owners are, where they are going and what they do. 

Sometimes he doesn’t even touch me – he just sits there and stares.  I feel his gaze on my thighs, my stomach and my neck.  He talks occasionally, telling me about distant times and places – memories as they occur to him.  Holidays, old lovers, supermarket shopping, boyhood occupations and such.  He never talks about the present, what he does when he’s not here, what he does when he is here.  I never speak to him.  I don’t want to.  It would spoil it all. 

He has me tied to planks of wood, shaped in a cross.  My wrists are cuffed with a slightly irritating fabric, sometimes cool, sometimes hot, but it does not hurt.  My neck is held to the back of the cross with the same material.  It is strong – I can’t break out even though I have not really tried.  My head is held straight by a padded cage.  My face is unfettered – except for the eye mask that is permanently in place.  I know he likes to stroke my cheeks and nose with his hands fingers and penis.  I don’t resist.  I never try to bite. 

What would be the point?  I could bite him and he could more than bite me back.  I’m helpless.  I have given up hoping to escape, this is my home.  I belong here tied to a cross, giving a man simple pleasure when he wants it and using the one sense I am allowed to its full potential.  He won’t take that away from me – I know he wants me to enjoy something in life. 

I drift into sleep, dreaming of him coming to me – with all sorts of passions, love, hate, anger, lust… Surreal visions cloud my mind.  I imagine him as my father, my old boyfriend, the man at the corner shop, a stranger, the man I used to watch on the train… he becomes female, my mother, my sister, my best friend, my teacher… he soothes me with his whispers and comforts me with his tongue. 

Click!  The lock flicks, the door opens and heavy footsteps enter the house. 

I bristle with expectancy – what will he do?  Will he fuck me?  Will he release me?  Will he leave me alone? 

He moves through the house, knowing I can hear him, knowing I am waiting. I hear a fridge suck open, and the clink of bottles (a six pack of beer?  Bottles of wine?  Bottles of milk?  Something else?) The fridge is slammed shut, bottles clinking in the door.  I hear a microwave door spring open, glass on glass, buttons beeping.  A whirr and then a ding! 

An aroma of Indian – take away, he must be a hard working, single, office boy. 

The fridge again – clink, clink, crack, hiss!  Beer. His footsteps come closer; he clears his throat in announcement. 

“Hungry?” 

I part my wet lips in response.  He gently feeds me spoonfuls or curry and rice, occasionally with a touch of mango chutney.  He pours the beer (Heineken?) into my mouth like a mother. 

He drops some curry (or is it saucy rice?) on to my chest and wipes it off with a napkin (linen, as far as I can tell) and puts it to my lips. 

I shy away from the spoon when I have eaten enough and he runs a smooth finger over my moist lips.  This is followed by a soft tongue, parting my eager lips and licking my teeth. 

“Have you missed me?” 

Missing is not a question.  Need and addiction have taken over any such emotion as that. His fingers lavishly trace a line from my lips, over my chin, down my neck and between my swollen breasts.  He licks that spot, lovingly, like it is holy.  He uses the spittle as lubricant to guide his haphazard journey to my navel.  I feel something bobbing against my knee and I know it is his massive erection.  I have not seen it yet – but by the feel of it I know it is the biggest I have ever witnessed physically. 

He wets his finger and pokes it in my navel, trying to worm its way deeper into me.  His other hand finds my pubic hair and with deft moves rubs my wet clitoris. 

I breathe heavily and can hear him smiling.  I know he is looking at me, all over, to gauge my reaction to his foreplay. I respond well, unwillingly squirming against his finger and willing it to probe deeper into my wet pussy. 

He stops – he walks away.  He moves to the kitchen (or at least what I assume is the kitchen) and the fridge sucks open again.  He clinks the bottles, clink, clink, crack, hiss!  I hear him gulp heavily. 

He returns and there is a massive sensation of expectancy.  The air is thick, he walks closer. I feel the ice-cold bottle against my thigh.  It shocks me – the cold wetness. 

He guides the bottle up my thigh until the top of the bottle is a resting place for my pussy lips.  I hiss with the shock of the coldness on both thighs. 

He works the bottle top back and forth along my wet lips. I am eager now.  I know he is teasing me – showing me his power and reaffirming my need for him.  He pushes the bottle slightly into my cunt – it contracts with pure selfish want and I brace myself for the bottleneck. 

He shoves it roughly in – cold beer bubbling in my insides as it is splashed up my cavity.  He works the bottle and starts to knead my clit with his tongue.  He licks the beer and my juices with greedy motions.  My buttocks tense as I know I am about to orgasm. 

He pulls the bottle out and slaps my pussy hard.  The direct blow hits my clitoris head on and I spasm into an intense orgasm. 

Before the spasms are finished he mounts me and fucks me very hard.  I nearly pass out; my head rolls but is yet again constrained. 

My body flows with the warm afterglow of orgasm but there is no rest.  I cannot cuddle comfortably into my lover’s arms.  He does not stroke my hair or rub my back. 

My pussy drips with a mixture of juices – his juice, my juice and now warm beer.  It drips down my legs and wets my feet. He licks my feet, obviously bowing in front of me.  I feel his head shaking from side to side and he mumbles pleas for forgiveness. 

I can offer him no solace.

It's that GLORIOUS time of year again kids - get the apron and the harvest out and listen to 420 expert tell it like it is in the kitchen for the best results -  coz that's what we all want.  Aunty Mary Jane won't be cooking this year - no product, soz, kids. Maybe next year???!!! From the 420 girls website (see Links)

"**** dude! I just wasted, like, 2 ounces in those things and I'm not even high!!!"

Yeah. We've all been there. It sucks, and it hurts your wallet, bad. So before any brave would-be chefs lose their faith, allow me to step in here with all the common pitfalls you might run across. In no particular order..

Not Cooked Long Enough - This only really applies to Cannabudder or Cannabis oil. But it is the most common failure. People often assume that because their butter is a brownish/green tint that they are off the hook, it's all set. This is only partially true. While yes, your budder will be greenish when done, this is one of the most unreliable indicators of cooking degree. Depending on the amount, you will want to be cooking for a minimum of 20 minutes for medium-sized batches (1/2oz-1oz,) more for larger quantities. And by "cooking" I mean the pot is at/very near a simmering state, and remains that way, neither getting too hot nor too cold throughout.

Cooked Too Hot/Cold - Another common mistake. "Simmer" means just that - not a boil, and especially with butter which gets really nasty when you overcook it. This is also part of the reason people eat their brownies and say it tastes ...

Too cold is less drastic, it's fairly hard to do unless your burner dies. However although heat isn't really necessary to 'activate THC' as is so commonly thought, it is needed to create bonds between the fat and the THC, as well as move the liquids around so they combine.

My favorite way to ensure that it gets neither too hot nor too cold is to use a bain-marie (also a double-boiler, so Mamabudz tells me .)

Improperly Prepared Marijuana - Yep, no kidding, you have some dirty work to do to the weed itself before you dump it in. No, I'm not just talking about getting rid of seeds/stems. I'm talking about completely dismantling those nice buds into tiny, itty bitty crumbs of their former self. Anybody who has taken chemistry or even a cooking class will realize this means more even heat distribution throughout the bits of weed, and it also means more surface area for your THC to escape from into the butter. This is possibly the most important step for your success. Don't forget it.

Bad Quality or Not Enough Marijuana - Don't think that just because you're eating it you can use schwagg! At the very best, eating it will get you as high as you would've been from smoking it, only it will happen slowly and remain for a long time. Often this makes it less noticeable, or seem less "intense" as the transition period is nice and slow.. usually.

Similarily, if you're using those sweet dank buds, don't think you're going to get away with just using half a gram. No matter how much THC is in those buds, it's going to be dispersed throughout your entire batch of butter/brownies/whatever. That means to get that entire 0.5grams in you might have to eat a whole batch of brownies, and the THC will be nicely padded and will absorb so incredibly slowly you might not even get high at all.

Letting THC Escape During Cooking - A sneaky one but important nonetheless. When you're simmering that butter, all the 'steam' you see rising could potentially be carrying a THC hitchhiker on its back. Unless you want to sit there and inhale every last vapor drop (not recommended, btw,) I would strongly recommend putting a lid on the pot.

So, follow these directions and you too can be having great times with your friends. Just listen to my buddy's testimony!

"Thanks Arsenal! With these great tips, I was so high that uh.. I forgot! Great stuff man! - Matt

 

 

 

RIP Ian

RIP Lulu

RIP Audrey

 

The sign of the cross will save me from your wickedness.  On today of all days, it's best not to make me mad.  But you've been doing that for years, and I hope that one day your admittance will find me in a good mood.  Until then... duck and weave boy.  I'm innocent and it's you that has the problem, NOT ME.

Well if you think that the things you do in CYBERSPACE are real - cop this!  Your path has been crossed by a Black Cat (called Strega) on Friday the 13th.

You spastic robot funny farm flutter flutter.  Flick flick your body is mine, I want it; you can’t escape.

 

Transmit chat via your astral self inside I see you lonely and bored with the ignorance all around you.  Please me?  I imagine so.  Your heart is black coated with tar I’ll crack it off I’ll break through to you it’s my voice you want to hear speaking truths you never heard before // this time… I’ll admit.

 

On a rug long before the door opened my hopes were realised.  In front of the fire we gathered and spoke of the day we’d need each other again.  Our names for the future and the separation we had to experience.

 

My personal endeavours have bought me close to my end time – will you be there as the crossing occurs?  Shall I leave you like I did once before with a mute for company?

 

 

It’s hard because I just want to make and do.  It’s hard to hold the peace. My expression is stifled by lack of support.  Support from what?  Needing blue.  What is this wanting of blue doing near me?  It must mean something because it happens 20 times a day. 

Blue = Throat Chakra.

  

I flounder.  I exorcise.  Making that want doesn’t go away.  Maybe I should picture myself being enveloped in blue and having everything that I need.  I have more but I just want to think about the blue things.  I get angry not having this blue.  I’m trying to perfect my life before I wage war but the war is happening now.  I can’t stop it quick enough.  I know I will stop it though.  Then harmony…

  

For this problem anywayz.

  

I’m restless, I find it hard to cope with this but I am learning to solve this problem.

 

 

A chance to be you

A chance to reverse every decision

A chance to be as plain

No second time

No reversing the wrongs

No solace for pain

Why all these hurts?

Why do I wake feeling numb?

Why do I feel so alone?

When I think I don’t know

I can’t tell

What causes the paradox

Of my life

So brilliant yet so dumb

So wanted yet so rejected

So part yet so whole

Where will I go right?

When will I lose control?

 

How to say I Love You in 100 Languages

English - I love you
Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief
Albanian - Te dua
Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)
Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)
Armenian - Yes kez sirumem
Bambara - M'bi fe
Bengali - Ami tomake bhalobashi (pronounced: Amee toe-ma-kee bhalo-bashee)
Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Bulgarian - Obicham te
Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah
Catalan - T'estimo
Cherokee - Tsi ge yu i
Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse
Chichewa - Ndimakukonda
Chinese
Cantonese - Ngo oiy ney a
Mandarin - Wo ai ni
Comanche - U kamakutu nu
(pronounced oo----ka-ma-koo-too-----nu) -- Thx Tony
Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)
Cree - Kisakihitin
Creol - Mi aime jou
Croatian - Volim te
Czech - Miluji te
Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig
Dutch - Ik hou van jou
Elvish - Amin mela lle (from The Lord of The Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien)
Esperanto - Mi amas vin
Estonian - Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian - Afgreki'
Faroese - Eg elski teg
Farsi - Doset daram
Filipino - Mahal kita
Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
Frisian - Ik hald fan dy
Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort
Georgian - Mikvarhar
German - Ich liebe dich
Greek - S'agapo
Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo
Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw
Hawaiian - Aloha Au Ia`oe
Hebrew
To female - "ani ohev otach" (said by male) "ohevet Otach" (said by female)
To male - "ani ohev otcha" (said by male) "Ohevet ot'cha" (said by female)
Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw
Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae
Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian - Szeretlek
Icelandic - Eg elska tig
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu
Inuit - Negligevapse
Irish - Taim i' ngra leat
Italian - Ti amo
Japanese - Aishiteru or Anata ga daisuki desu
Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Kiswahili - Nakupenda
Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
Korean - Sarang Heyo or Nanun tangshinul sarang hamnida
Latin - Te amo
Latvian - Es tevi miilu
Lebanese - Bahibak
Lithuanian - Tave myliu
Luxembourgeois - Ech hun dech gaer
Macedonian - Te Sakam
Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu
Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu
Maltese - Inhobbok
Marathi - Me tula prem karto
Mohawk - Kanbhik
Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik
Nahuatl - Ni mits neki
Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni
Ndebele - Niyakutanda
Norwegian
Bokmaal - Jeg elsker deg
Nyonrsk - Eg elskar deg
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo
Persian - Doo-set daaram
Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay
Polish - Kocham Ciebie
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Romanian - Te iubesc
Russian - Ya tebya liubliu
Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort
Serbian - Volim te
Setswana - Ke a go rata
Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing 'I Love You')
Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Sioux - Techihhila
Slovak - Lu`bim ta
Slovenian - Ljubim te
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo
Swahili - Ninapenda wewe
Swedish - Jag alskar dig
Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di
Surinam - Mi lobi joe
Tagalog - Mahal kita
Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li
Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen
Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu
Thai
To female - Phom rak khun
To male - Chan rak khun
Informal - Rak te
Tunisian - Ha eh bak
Turkish - Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu
Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Vietnamese
To female - Anh ye^u em
To male - Em ye^u anh
Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu di   
Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh
Yoruba - Mo ni fe
Zazi - Ezhele hezdege
Zuni - Tom ho' ichema

 

I wake up in the morning and notice there is dirt under my nails.  I lie in bed picking at it until they are clean.

 

It takes a little while to get out of bed but when I do I notice the marks on the sheet – dirty feet marks and WTF?! – seemingly cum stains.

 

It takes even longer to register that my pussy feels slightly bruised and very satiated.

 

A recollection of seeing your back with red marks down it dawns on me and I try to put the pieces together again over brekky bongs, but can’t totally.

 

I think to myself – how do I fall asleep and wake up in the same position?

 

Also thinking to myself – why do I feel so dry in the morning – like nothing has happened?

 

Once again, I have a flash recollection – of you putting me back in the same position after you have made love to my asleep body.  The dryness – because you lick me clean after we have been together.

 

I think about all the aspects of being asleep while I am being tenderly made love to – I kind of don’t mind it but instead of the dreams I have about you, I want the real thing.  I don’t know what I do in my sleep – I ‘m sure it’s nice but if I were conscious I know it would be so much more exciting for me.

 

Curse that need to take KO pills – I may be sleeping through the best love of my life.