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Wednesday, December 21, 2005


'I swear, I'm nominating that kid for biggest poseur in Australia. Possibly ever the world.' [Random Conversation]


As I type, Peace Hangs Them is being effectively posted on OB. Sign ups are officially open:

I am now exhausted. It's 11:30pm, I was supposed to have packed up and been in bed 3 hours ago. I'm travelling home to Toowoomba tomorrow for Christmas [yay!], and my sleep cycle+work+[not that I'm complaining, lol] girlfriend have distracted me from getting properly ready.

Blast. Early morning tomorrow.

Oh well. Enjoy Peace Hangs Them. It is my baby, and as my loyal readership [lol], I trust you shall treat it well.

G'night. [will gush about the present Karen got me later]

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Monday, December 19, 2005


'That's the spirit. And in this strange, twisted dimension, Lachlan shall be an eternally repentant cripple devoted to charity, and Kylie shall lead us all to heights of science unimagined by even Einstein!' [Rather Random Conversation]


Yes, in answer to all of the questions, it's a good 'Wow.' In answer to Flynn's [and let's face it, the Baron's thinly veiled suggestion], no there wasn't any nooky. Shame on you for thinking so, the both of you.

Okay, I'm new at this, and I apologise for it being a big thing for me, lol.

Anyhow, long story short. Karen and I kissed for the first time on Saturday night [okay, technically sunday morning].

[I've just noticed that the tone of this entry has suddenly dropped from slightly intellectual, to that of a pre-teen blog. Maybe from hence-forth I should mispell lots and-..stop right there..]

But yeah. Definitely what one could call a highlight of the week. Can you understand why I was a little distracted about PHT?

^_^;



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Sunday, December 18, 2005



Okay, well. Wow. Last night was..well. Wow.

Okay, sorry about the empty promise for PHT. I had to lock up shop on saturday, and I went to a 18th straight after.

Will do a proper update tomorrow.

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Monday, December 12, 2005


Don't touch me, my Beta-strand Anthrexona(TM) is active



Today is a day of days, I have treats for all, for it is Christmas in two weeks [or there abouts] and I am your faithful Santa.

I have rather amusing excerpts of an absolutely inane [also insane] conversation I had with Flynn the other night. It basically consists of him running for Prime Minister of Australia, gene therapy, and Anthrax as a potent deoderant.

Intrigued?

[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
[..I had nothing else to go with. Cake is wearing off and sitting in a lump in my stomach..]
Harlequin says:
Sucking your creativity and/or soul into its vast spongy vacuum?
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
yes
Harlequin says:
Well, I'm sure you can reabsorb it later in the digestive tract.
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
but it's quite possible that my body, feeling it has all the intellectual juices it needs, will simply not compact or convert it
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
wow, intellectual Diarrhoea
Harlequin says:
I think they have tablets for that kind of thing....
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
I can't believe I just pursued that line of thought
Harlequin says:
I can't believe you made that pun...
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
or managed to spell diarrhoea at this hour...


Ah yes. See? Bizarre.

[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
...I still can't believe I used the knowledge I gained in LSB255 Anatomy for evil
Harlequin says:
It needs to be used for something, doesn't it? In fact, if you don't get all the use you can out of it, both good and evil, then it's not as fun.
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
True
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
We're going to make a pair of seriously twisted medical professionals, aren't we?
Harlequin says:
Oh, no doubt about it. But then, the normal avenues have been pretty well exhausted.
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
yeah
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
We have to wrangle it so we end up working in the same hospital
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
because that would be sweet
Harlequin says:
Hehehe. I'll probably spend most of my time doing research at UQ.
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
..then I will be forced to visit
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
and steal office supplies
[GB] I'm Australian for ass whuppin'! says:
and by "office supplies", I mean the beta strand of anthrax

Trust me, that idea gets further developed, hence this post's title.

Actually, I'll add them to other posts. I'll milk this content as much as possible, it's not as thought I have anything interesting to post about usually, lol.

The main porpoise of this post?

The main purpose is to introduce you to my new baby. Please don't crowd him, he needs air. After all, he was only just born and may need to grow a little. You know how it is ^_~



Peace Hangs Them

War makes thieves and peace hangs them. ~George Herbert


Source of the Force: The Humble Beginning

War is a constant threat in the proverbial melting pot of the world’s cultures. The need for resources; the need for insults to be avenged; or the need for “pre-emptive strikes” for the defence of liberty, all of these and more have resulted in conflict. Whether the war of words or to the extremity of shedding of blood, man has not been satisfied with the status quo. War has been a necessity for thousands of years, a tool in the hands of those in power. Armies have been massed and soldiers have been trained to do what they have to, in order to carry out their objectives.

In recent years, now that war is easily analysed, investigated and decried by the people, all out war has been all but banished in the first world. Instead, secret “snatch and grab” missions are utilised to the same end. Specially trained squads in various sections of the military are created and used to “resolve” situations out of the public eye. Rapid Response Recon units are situated all over the world, placed especially so they can be the first on scene. They have been sourced from all branches of the American Military for their superior skills and field experience.

Many members of 3R are battle-hardened veterans that are bred on their own love of country, with a side of love of money. However, there are a few members that have been accelerated straight from boot camp into the field for their promising aptitude for battle skills and weapon proficiency. They are a gamble on the government’s behalf, but nine times out of ten, they pay off. Those that do not are given the funeral they deserve, and are then never spoken of again.

Soldiers, once used to the art of combat in the field, are trained by their nation’s S.W.A.T. and N.S.A leaders to be the best of the best in the urban environment. A gruelling course is set up, taking the best of two years to complete. Their field experience is honed down to suit a claustrophobic environment and a political nightmare. Many are found wanting, and are simply shuffled across to their respective military special forces. The remainder are squeezed in the vice to a diamond-like quality and applied to the world.

Present Day:

The success of these units is second to none. Their ability to assess any situation and apply the correct amount of force has caused many a crisis to be avoided. All has been done outside of the public eye. The military heads have decided to expand the jurisdiction of the 3R from a defensive role to a more…aggressive one. Units that have been trained to resolve kidnappings and terrorist acts on foreign soil are now being fine tuned and engineered to commit these crimes, all in the name of “pre-emptive strikes.”

The units don’t care; it’s only a slight change of plan. Now they catch the bad guys before they commit the crimes, instead of cleaning up the mess they make. They have successfully eliminated a handful of terrorist sleeper cells and averted disaster. Working closely with the Central Intelligence Agency, they have kidnapped important faction leaders and delivered them to offshore interrogation facilities. Apart from occasional mishaps, the operations are seamless.

Each unit consists of five members, each a specialist in their field. One, the squad senior officer and operation master strategist. Two, the heavy weapons and demolitions officer. Three, the team sniper and communications officer. Four, the assassination and stealth expert. The fifth and final member of the squad is the medical officer. All members of the squads are briefed and debriefed on the nature of their mission by their senior officer, who has been in contact with their handler. At all times they are on call. While they are in an urban environment, untouched by war, they are on the same level of high alert suitable for a war situation.

They act like a sleeper cell, and as one they eliminate all possible threats for Uncle Sam. Industrial espionage, kidnapping, assassination and more, are their tools. Each squad acts independently of the other but, like in a wartime situation, they can call for reinforcements. That is their one advantage over their foe.

One squad in particular has far outshone the rest. They were recently sourced from a current war, taken from their position as a frontline Recon squad. Accolades of peers and officers have painted a powerful picture of their abilities, and their training officers have applauded their aptitude for an urban environment. They have bonded and become a close-knit group, with S.W.A.T. and military training now under their belts.

After several urban missions, the new “pre-emptive attack” legislation has been approved, and their senior officer has briefed them one last time. The next day, he is gone. They have been informed by their handler that he has been transferred. Also, against the normal “unofficial” procedure, they will not have any input on their new squad member, nor will their be able to recommend a new CO. In fact, their new senior officer isn’t whom they expected, or whom they wanted.

He is a civilian, and he is a thief.

He refers to himself simply as “Larce,” and will tell them exactly what they will be doing, and why it will be completely black book.

~~~~~~~~~~


Rather nice? No? Never mind. If you enjoyed SYF, you may slide right in on this one. It's not as...hmm..free reign as Liam is in SYF. I am aiming for a much more military way in this RPG. After all, these people have actually been through boot camp, chain of command is important to them. It's integral. The more astute of you [well, at least the ones that know me] will have divined that there will be a lot of conflict in this RPG. Not just the standard fare mindless violence, there will be inter-team angst and frustration because of Larce

Also this may offend you. My ability to insert plot twists has developed considerably since my original "Special Youth Force" days, and especially since my "Otakuboards Shipwrecked" days [Don't dig for it. It will scare you].

Note that I will be requesting a short narrative submission containing your character in a military situation. Exploit that backstory and impress me ^_^. You have time to get started, I will post this up in the Arena this saturday.

There will be adult content [minds out of gutter please, thank you] and ideas running through here. Topical stuff, really. I know shows such as 24 have diluted your minds, so you probably haven't got a shockable bone left in your body, but don't say you haven't been warned.

Please also keep in mind that this will rock your collective sock.

After all, this is being brought to you by the man that produced SYF: Garrotted Threats and who is still bringing you SYF: Aguila Del Desierto

[Hm, maybe I should have put that in caps in that banner and then put the title in tiny font along the bottom. Works for hollywood..]

*cough*

Once again, I say: "Questions, comments, suggestions?"

[PS: Asphy has already taken the position of team sniper, and has the coveted bonus of being the only member of the team still in their twenties. The rest of the team are veterans, and as such are in their mid thirties. [note: at least in their mid thirties]

Yes, this is important for the plot]

~~~~~~~~~~


HarleyYou know, I honestly can't believe I didn't think of that. That would have been freakin' awesome!

AsphyYou know you can't get enough of these blue pools ^_~. Also, you can call off the lynch mob, for I deliver.

MimmiI know, it's such a vice of mine. When I'm writing and get an idea in my head, I tend to stick with the same word. It's just the atmosphere that's pumping through my head as I write, so I keep up the pace more or less..

That's a dynamic I loved about SYF. Rae and Liam really gave a human side to the story, making it just a bit that more interesting. I'm hoping to keep up the tension in Peace Hangs Them.

Also, we totally need SYF t-shirts!

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Thursday, December 8, 2005


'No! Lu Bu has come to destroy us all!' [Infantry man in Dynasty Warriors 4]


Okay, Liam has been very bad and is sorry. Also Liam would appreciate if he weren't spanked and sent to the corner without dinner.

The TV made me slow! The TV set me up! Set me up!

lol

Okay okay, I have a new RPG being prepared in the docks, being prepped for the pipeline. Bear with me, I'm having a scary amount of mental blocks and I'm unhappy with it. The original idea is very sound, but I'm having difficulties fleshing it out. Apparently being a necromancer is harder than I thought.

All my zombies want to be skeletons..

Anyhow, karma caught up with me as I managed to completely axe myself on the way home from work. At around 5, the sky was black. At 5:30 it just started bucketing down, and winds started blowing spray into our humble supanews shop.

Everything was drenched when I left, but the might of supanews does not shirk in the face of mere water!

So yes, when I finished at six, the roads weren't draining properly because of the sheer amount of wet. I managed to walk through it all with the careful amble that becomes ingrained in a man because of a boyhood spent in the harsh winters up in the hills of highfields.

Basically that is to say, I couldn't care less about the rain or getting wet because I was in my work clothes. Meanwhile, a lot of people were running around and clustering together like frightened school girls. I'd hate to see these people in the apocalypse.

The might of supanews fears nothing!

Back to my point.

As I was walking along, I came to this rather large intersection on Adelaid st. I was standing diagonally opposite to the covered walkway into the Central train station, and waited for the beginning of the phenomenon known as the "scatter crossing"

Around me, people tensed as one as the last vehicle stopped before the final red light, hailing the beginning of The Mad Dash.

I mused on the happy thoughts of the body free of employmental restrictions, and a warm fuzzy feeling enveloped me. The rain beat harsh against the pools of water that sat on the bitumen, reflecting the grey sky above.

The green man flashed. People dashed past me, barely giving me any warning to the danger of short people and umbrellas. Those little metal tips on the side of the open umbrella are not fun, especially when at my eye height.

Momentarily distracted by the assault of The Menacing Umbrella, I began to join my fellow pedestrians in their lunatic perambulations. I broke into a run, not wishing to be caught by the glare of the red flashing man, entirely forgetting the lack of grip that adorned the underside of my soles.

The sight of the bleeding sky is such a beautiful one, especially when one has been dealt a sudden shock.

Somehow, as I sidestepped out of the way of another deadly umbrella being weilded by an advancing couple, I managed to slip. My right knee and shoulder somehow hit the slick bitumen in quick succession, but my bag managed to land comfortably on my chest.

I remember a quick scream from the couple I avoided, though I do not know if it was from my fall or my original looming presence.

Somehow, I managed to land perfectly, as in I feel no aches nor pains now thanks to sheer luck or my quick reflexes. But I still remember the relief that came from that split second when I lay flat on the ground in that puddle, and looked up into that sky.

Then quick as a flash, I was on my feet and through the entrance as though nought had happened.

So yes. That's what happened today. That wasn't meant to be my feature narrative for this entry, but you get that. Besides, I thought it was hilarious that I slipped, and it serves me right for being in such a hurry for no reason. I should be kind of cut that no-one stopped to see if I was okay or whatever. Meh. That's life today.

Anyhow, double dosage. Here's SYF:

[Please enjoy. I do love to make you happy ^_^.]

Liam had been holding Rae now for several minutes, while still kneeling on the floor. His soldier sense was screaming and drumming a tattoo in his head, ordering him to resolve the situation. He had a squad member completely incapacitated psychologically, which was incredibly bad. He was frightened; Rae was essentially in a self-made coma and wasn’t going to come out of it any time soon.

Rae’s cold eyes looked up at him, through him, on to her own personal hell. Liam looked back at her, his face blank. She was shivering slightly so he awkwardly removed his bulky bullet proof suit coat and lay it over her, carefully tucking it underneath her.

“Now now Rae, we can’t have you catching a chill, can we?” He muttered wryly.

Rae’s expression didn’t change, but her arms shifted under the coat. Her arms clutched its comfortable weight with a fierce grip, pulling it closer around her.

Liam smiled to himself and patted her cheek softly with the palm of his hand. A split second later, he had it over her mouth and pinching her nose shut, effectively cutting off her air supply.

Silence reigned in the room for several seconds. Rae began to tense up, lungs screaming for air. Her eyes leapt back to focus and she began fighting for her life, arms flailing beneath the restricting coat. He legs were kicking, trying to throw herself away. Her head twisted and turned, trying to be free of Liam’s confident hand.

All the while, Liam smiled down at her. In one sweeping movement he freed her and hoisted her to her feet.

Rae flailed angrily, beating every inch of him she could reach. Liam grunted and gasped with every hit, while trying to avoid as many as he could. She was too close, too furious to hinder.

Then it was all gone. Rae stopped, and slapped him weakly across the face.

“Don’t ever do that again…” She said in a small voice.

“Same goes for you.” He replied, adjusting the jacket around her shoulders. Some part of him tapped into parental instincts and immediately set about tidying her up.

Rae shrugged him off and started trying to set her hair in order.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She said, voice cracking.

“I’m not suggesting anything to the contrary.”

“But there will be a reckoning. You can’t just…” She paused, staring blankly at him. “You can’t just switch it off…”

Liam rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie. “Sure I can. But just between you and me, I can really switch it back on if you like?” As he spoke, he took an over-exaggerated fighting stance, beckoning her slowly with his left hand.

Rae frowned and took a shuddering breath. She frowned at him, and with obvious self-control, shoved him gently on the shoulder.

“Silly.” She said, forcing a smile.

Liam put a gentle arm around her, cradling her close before leading her out of the room. He started silly games as they left, gently guiding her into the wall or playfully nudging her. Pretty soon, Rae’s humour was almost at acceptable levels. He didn’t know whether it was merely out of respect for him or if it actually had clicked her back into place, he was simply grateful for the outcome.

“Rae?” Liam asked quietly.

“Mm? Yes?” Rae replied, her voice still noticeably shaky.

“Please don’t do that again. Zharra would not let me hear the end of it if I had to go all sleeping beauty on you.”

There was something of a cross between a sneeze and a laugh, but there was definitely an honest giggle in there somewhere.

“Hey, what-!”

Liam and Rae froze, wincing as their earpieces went crazy. Liam pulled his out as his mind went into over-drive. That was Ryan’s voice! He was in trouble, but he didn’t give anything away. Also, he thought as he grabbed Rae’s arm and started to run, he heard the cry up ahead, through the doors that lead to the floor’s main foyer. He had possible seconds to get there to at least confirm the attacker or prevent a possible death.

There was the sound of a body collapsing to the floor. Liam positively broke the doors in as he barged his way through. He was reaching for the knife or his whip, but both were in the jacket that now hung loosely around Rae’s shoulders. His eyes sucked in the room.

Ryan, Eve, both down. Two suited security guards, both holding weapons. One had started raising his gun while the other was speaking into his radio. Liam’s head was pounding, and despite himself he was feeling groggy. Instinct jumped into the driver’s seat and he whisked Rae behind him, close behind his back to minimise the target.

There was the pounding silence, and then there was a hiss. Liam’s eyes widened as he realised his chest was protected by a tailored silk shirt and loose tie. He flinched instinctively as he felt two separate puncture wounds…and then he collapsed backwards, every nerve screaming pain as fifty thousand volts of electricity effectively switched him off.

“Liam…” Groaning. “Liam? Could you get off me please?” More groaning, louder this time.

Liam opened his eyes. He had gone from incredible pain to numbness, without stopping in between. His fingers were still twitching, and there was a strong aching pain in his chest. He rolled onto his stomach, trying to get onto his feet. He ignored Rae struggling out from underneath him.

“What…was that?” He grunted, putting a hand against the two puncture wounds. They weren’t bleeding too much, but they stung like the blazes.

“Air taser.” Rae said, standing up. “They-whoever they are- thought we were civilians and treated us accordingly.”

Liam groaned and remained on the ground. He couldn’t get the feeling out of his head, the feeling of being completely restrained. Nothing had responded to the orders that were screaming out of his head, he was perfectly frozen and then everything went black.

Something clicked in his head.

“Where’re the others?” He grunted.

Rae’s expression stiffened. “Bradley and Zharra are apparently keeping the big wigs distracted…don’t know what they’re doing but it’s keeping any inquisitive eyes from coming through that door.”

“Eve? Ryan?” Liam asked. Something was up, Mr-Delta-Force Ryan could have helped Rae in a heart-beat.

Rae looked over into the corner. She frowned and bit her lip before speaking, “Eve’s…having difficulties…”

A snide remark was hanging in the air, waiting to be spoken, but Liam ignored it and slowly struggled to his feet. It was definitely too soon to mock Rae about her episode, it certainly wouldn’t have given her something to laugh about. Come to think of it, he didn’t feel like laughing either. The taser had really shaken him up.

“What sort of difficulties?” He asked, but the answer was there as soon as he turned around.

Eve was huddled in the corner, two knives in her hands, one bloody and the other clean. Ryan was talking to her in a forced whisper, holding a wound in his arm and looking incredibly determined. Eve’s eyes were glassy, distant. She looked just like Rae, but there was something else there. The knives were a hint, for one. Eve had relapsed or wigged out, or something.

Liam started towards her, but Rae caught his arm.

“Are you insane?” She hissed, “you know how threatened she feels around you. She had only just got accustomed to being around you, you have no idea what’s going on in her head right now…”

Liam looked down at the two tiny holes in his shirt, noting they had stopped bleeding now. Wordlessly he took his jacket back from Rae and wrapped it around his shoulders, taking care to button it up tight. He searched the pockets and pulled out some black leather gloves, putting them on while staring at Eve and Ryan pensively.

“This has got to stop.” He said quietly. He brushed Rae aside and walked forward, pulling Ryan back and stopping directly in front of Eve.

Eve looked up at him, blank features boring straight through him. Seemingly by themselves, the knives shifted into a better position.

Despite himself, Liam was freaking out. Eve was deadly with those knives, and he was only wearing armour graded for low-calibre projectiles. Those stainless steel vipers could quite possibly cut through it like so much rice paper. It had gone through Ryan’s that easily, she must have gotten quite a good thrust in. Liam knew he couldn’t afford to take any chances. As he signalled Ryan behind his back to be ready, he took what he hoped wouldn’t be his last chance.

“Eve.” He said, staring coldly at her. “You’re coming with me, dead or alive. We have Hall, Eve.” Liam made a mental note to thank Bradley for that tiny piece of intel.

Eve’s eyes suddenly focused and she leapt, screaming, at him. Liam almost froze up, but his boot was already up and had kicked her in the stomach. Eve folded up and hit the ground. Within seconds, Liam had pinned her with his weight and both hands holding hers.

Eve struggled like a wild thing. He legs kicked and kicked him in the back, she screamed and screamed, crying at the same time. Meanwhile, Rae tactfully locked the doors shut.

“Anytime now, Ryan!” Liam shouted.

Eve had wormed an arm free, and it was now flailing wildly. Luckily she was stabbing blind, and had only just managed to slap the flat of the blade on his arm. Ryan rushed forward and prised the knife out of her other hand and quickly gained control of the other. With Liam’s help, he used a twist tie and had her arms bonded tightly behind her back.

Eve quietened instantly, sobbing quietly to herself.

Liam collapsed against the wall, feeling for the first time in years like doing the same himself. He was exhausted and he had to act as a psychiatrist, with a violent disposition, for two of his team mates. Rae was okay for now, even though she now looked horrified at what had just taken place, and Eve…well…it was quite possible that she may not be working with them soon.

“What are we going to do?” He said hoarsely, to no-one in particular.

There was silence, and then they could hear the tell-tale sirens of quickly arriving police. Liam dropped his head forward and climbed up again, picking Eve up by the elbow.

“Right. We have a incapacitated agent, a wounded agent, a quickly arriving police force and a room full of Brunei’s upper crust. Any ideas?”

Ryan winced, Rae was checking out his arm. “We need to find out who those guys are, they took Natasha. We walked in on the abduction, and it looks as though…well…she sort of went willingly with them. It’s weird, I know. She didn’t seem to want to go with them, but she did.” He smiled apologetically, “it sounds stupid, I know. But I have a gut feeling about this, sir.”

Liam noted the “sir.” But it was Rae who spoke.

“We have guns in the other room, sitting in the computer.” She finished tying something around Ryan’s arm. “We need to take those and leg it to the extraction point. That’s our only hope right now of finding out what’s going on.”

In the distance, Liam heard the explosion. It came from the general direction of their extraction point. Suddenly, with his heart dropping, he realised that their only hopes were starting to become very scarce indeed.

~~~

Sha-zam! Questions? Comments? Criticism?

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Wednesday, November 16, 2005


'...if my people don't know they've got this power, then I think this is the best possible outcome- because we're the most unlikely people on Earth to use it' -[Jack West Jr., from 'Seven Ancient Wonders']



That quote is from Matthew Reilly's latest book, "Seven Ancient Wonders," and almost definitely his best one yet. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact that M.R. has finally honoured his roots with an Aussie character.

That kicks ass!

lol

Well he does, and I highly recommend it to anyone who loves intense action and adventure. It's like Indiana Jones setting The DaVinci Code on fire [much to my satisfaction] and making it inexplicably and incredibly better.

I know I'm mostly talking to Harley here, but you should all investigate. For those of you in England, [and I'm assuming the rest of Europe, bar France...still...wonder why, lol] it will have the same cover and title. America [stupid PR people I believe were behind this] have given it a dodgy "shock/aweZ" cover and the title "7 Deadly Wonders"

Yes, it is actually spelt with a "7." Don't know why they didn't go the whole hog and call it "7 DEDLY SINZORZ!"

Oh well, there's no accounting for taste.

Excuse me while I prattle off. I have finally finished my examination period for this year and have before me the welcoming arms of 3 months of simply Liam brain function. No educational motive nor hand shall have control over my head, thank you very much.

I am fairly/very confident about the first four exams, but I am not certain about my last one today, my PCB242 Organic Chemistry. I have mixed feelings about it. In retrospect, I am inexplicably [fond of this word today, dunno why] pleased with it. I may pass, I will pass. I don't want to repeat the subject!

x.x;

I'm planning to sell my body to Supanews over the holidays so I can save for various items. The most important one on the list is the dreaded AAMI Car Insurance, which isn't much considering how much I plan to work. Also I want to save money for my mission, but christmas presents can be demanding on zee wallet.

Lack of time restrictions also means I can finally finish this SYF post. It's good, it has my seal of approval ^_^

Karen and I are going well, and I actually do have photos [finally, I hear you say] So here they are:





Huzzah!

Okay, I'm sleepy. I just got back from Dreamworld [best way to celebrate the end of exams] where I went from 7pm to 10pm...and I got home at 12am.

It's now 01:17am...sleepy. Have work tomorrow..

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Wednesday, November 2, 2005


'Paracrine Signalling: where a secreting cell acts on a nearby target cell through discharge of activating molecules'


Howdy, it's been a while. I have an Exam [it does deserve a capital] today in a few hours, but I feel quite prepared. Huzzah for biology!

Interesting times ahead Captain Synapse!

I'm moving house inside the next two weeks. Quite sudden, I know and I'm terribly sorry. Well, not really, lol. I'll be moving [if all goes well] into a share house in Moorooka with three other guys I've never met before. All accounts that I've heard have been positive so it should be great.

I'll have a room to myself, and I'll be close to the city and closer to the rest of the gang. I'll apparently be only about 10 minutes from Mark by car and I should be able to catch a ferry to the various college people.

Quite sudden and in the middle of exam block, blah. But you get that. ^_^;

I picked up two albums recently [first time in years since I bought anything *is a radio slave*]. Cog The New Normal and Franz Ferdypants first album, I can't remember its name. Blah.

I do enjoy Cog's album, really good. If you're interested in it, you can download their excellent "My Enemy" track from www.abc.net.au/triplej if you wish. [Do it! Dooo it! lol]

Blah. More details some other time.


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Wednesday, October 19, 2005


'I would have baked a pie of love but all I had in the house was regret'
Blah, last week of lectures before SWOTVAC [still don't know what that is an anachronym for] and as such I'm pretty full up with things to do. In hindsight, working 20+ hours a week while studying full time with 20 contact hours may not have been the brightest thing to do.

Ah well, I have a cold, something that always seems to happen when I go home for the weekend. I'm also thinking it has something to do with my stress levels, which I have done quite well to ignore. Two exams week after next, one physics and the other biology.

Exams are never particularly appetising, but these are the quick meals of my yum cha selection and hopefully I will live through the weekend.

*blows nose*

Stupid cold. I refuse to allow it to be the boss of me!

*some how manages to bolster his lymphatic system through sheer mental will*

And who says I don't learn anything? ^_~

Also I will try to do a very late SYF update, I need some form of literary refreshment. I've bought and read Terry Pratchett's new book, Thud! and found it to be another excellent addition to the Sam Vimes chronicles in Disc World.

Speaking of the disc, I will be attending a live Interesting Times play with a few friends. It should be excellent ^_^

Also, Karen update! I'm heading over to her place tomorrow night for board games and movies, it should be a relaxing evening, something I'll need after studying all morning and working all afternoon.

[that's if my plan doesn't explode]

In closing, I am still alive, and life is hectic, but I love it!

^_^

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Sunday, October 9, 2005


Huzzah, I do not live in struggle town because I do not belong there. Well, at least until exams, that is.

New phone! I recently purchased the Nokia 6101 [See Asphy for the details, she snubbed it] and I absolutely love it. *listening to Triple J on it now*

It's really, really hot [not stolen]

Went to an 18th on Friday night, it was really good [by my standards, Flynn will disagree] and Karen seemed to enjoy meeting everyone.

Work is good [so is money], but unfortunately it's cutting into my study time. I'm generally too exhausted to bother, lol.

Welp, on to my 8am lecture!

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Thursday, September 29, 2005


*stolen from Mimmi*
Now this is just plain scary. [No, not the lack of proper grammar]

Your Birthdate: May 28

Your birth on the 28th day of the month (1 energy) adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your Life Path.
The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated.
A birthday on the 28th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.

Unlike much of the other 1 energy, this birthday is one that endow with the ability to start a job and continue on until it is finished.
You may prefer to use the broad brush, but you can handle details as well.
You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed.
You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.

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