Black Guy vs Old Guy

Black Guy wins?

In this age old battle, one man fights against oppression, gathering his army from all corners of his country to meet his oldest foe. They glared at each other and flung their battle axes far and wide. The foe bought out his secret weapon, the Harlot, many were wooed at first by her charms. But on that last day of battle, it seemed it would go on forever, thunder and lighting clapped around them, warriors fell on both sides, only one man could win, only one man could raise his blue flag high. And it was the minority that won, the colored man with the Muslim name, Obama the new president elect of the USA. A new era is born. Lol, that was a terrible analogy.

Anyway, I'm not much into my politics or elections. Seriously, I'm even not considering voting in my own country this year. But I couldn't help but be drawn into all the hype of the American election this time round. I think its due to just that, the fact that the media got so worked up, that this one was different. All the same its all over for now. And we shall watch Americas new president with great anticipation.

Demon Kitty/Dog update: Both are still alive. Being Guy Fawkes we have had hooligans roaming the neighborhood with fireworks. This never bodes well with pets. The Dog (Thorne) ran away. So once I got him back home I had to lock him inside. Much to Leila's disgust "I must be confined to only the upper floor? Are you mad?" I am jealous of their fur coats atm. It is unseasonably cold, we had a freaking frost this morning.

I seem to be keeping a rein on the troublesome me. As I am actually thinking about things rather than acting on impulse, which is one of her worse traights. So far her selected victim is unbeknown of her, and I think I have the ability to lock her away if she gets to out of control. This is all providing that she still is mostly animal like and has not figured out the thought patterns of other mes yet. If that was the case, I could currently be in a false sense of sercurity. Hmmm sorry for ranting, I find it easier to type this crap out. I do not think that not seeing my Man much lately is helping. It is odd that after moving in with each other we seem to see each other less...

They = The Right Wing Conspiracy

Been a crazy few weeks, with the packing and the moving. Its always such an expensive and long process. But as I sit here typing, all I have left to is put posters up :) Huzzah! Such a good feeling.
This move was big and important, I'm still nervous about how it will all turn out, but its too late now, im in, and we have a year lease. Why was it big? Well, My bf and I have moved in together. Its the first time Ive ever lived with a guy without flatmates. Its just us, the cat and the dog... That's another thing to be nervous about. But so far both pets are alive. No drama to report at all actually :)Its quite exciting, the house is the biggest house I have ever lived in, plus we have a huge lawn and a deck :D And I have full speed internet, all to myself. hehe

Certain situations, series of events and even people, bring out certain mees. I have had them fully under control (so I thought anyway) until about a week or so ago. I guess that the stress of moving etc. made the calm in control me vulnerable to the others. I have started noticing parts of some of them emerging. This isn't entirely bad, it means that I am here typing, which is good. It also means that I have been doing an awesome job of keeping house, with all the setting up, cooking and cleaning, and I am actually enjoying it. However, I do not have the ability to let out only some parts of some persona's yet, I am not strong enough. I let my guard down for one bit and all of a sudden all of the parts of me are trying to gain control of my entity. One in particular effects other people, and I know that she has already picked a victim, and is trying to manipulate the in control persona to her will. I guess that if I know that that is going on, then I have made some progress. The trick now is to stay in control and build back the walls before its to late. A year ago I don't think I would have been able to do that. But I think I can now. Do or do not, there is no try.

Things that are exciting atm; Heroes is back! (even if NZ is like 7 episodes behind). Looking at returning to my adventures in Azeroth. We will be having an awesome house warming soon. And our soccer tema is second on the table :D

Back to Reality...

Well, they are over, the Olympics that is. And the Kiwis didn't have that bad of a haul after all; 3 gold, 1 silver & 5 bronze. My prediction was close, not close enough, but not far enough off for me to be filled with patriotism for my little country. But I am happy for our sports people all the same.

Well, they (they being the ever elusive stuck up people who tell us how to run our lives, through very subtle ways) said that the Olympics were just the distraction we needed. To an extent they were correct, The news stopped telling us the bad stuff and started concentrating on the sports, 24/7 for 16days, thats all it was, except for the occasional mention of some war in Georgia. Some how that vanished the same time the Olympics did....

And as soon as David Beckham kicked that soccer ball into the arms of an overjoyed volunteer, it all came flooding back...literally

Monday morning at work, everyone was tired and depressed, whining all over again about the worst winter we have had in ages, how they haven't been able to dry their clothes outside for months, how its freakin cold and everything is flooded or damp. And with everyone in this cynical mood, they start remembering how poor they are, how everyones getting laid off, how their mortgage rate is increasing, how their minuscule pay rise doesn't cover the inflation in living costs, and in general how depressed they and all their friends, family and co-workers are.

And its been like this all week, instead of hearing about the mutant Phelps, lightning Bolt, Beijing fog, crazy heat and humidity, faked fireworks, lip syncing girls, Federer or anything else happening at the 2008 Olympics. We are hearing about the terrible flooding up north, the possible selling of kiwi bank, the dishonesty of Winston Peters, and the predictions of more rain, hail , sleet and price increases.

So did the Olympics distract? Thanks to the media yes, but unfortunately, not long enough.

On a brighter note, Disturbed are in Christchurch on the 12th of September, and we are going :D Loving their latest single...



Also looking forward to Metallicas new album :)

Victory and Defeat

Its that time again, it happens once every 4 years, where people all of a sudden go sports crazy and become full of national pride. Yes its the Olympics. And for some reason, that makes your 24year old blogger feel old... I thought the handsome gent above was a bit of alright, then I discovered, he is 2 years younger than me :(

Annnnyyyyway.....

At work we were asked to put in a guess at medals that TeamNZ would win. I put in a 2gold,2silver,3bronze vote. Which many would veiw as unpatriotic. The bf however thinks I am being to generous... Guess we will see, but I am confident in my judgement of this one. Thinking there will be a lot of 4ths this year.

So, the victory? Soccer! OMG, my team has started winning games, we have moved up on tables, now a magnificent 2nd in our Monday tournament and a much improved 9th in our Wednesday! We are happy and playing better because of it.

Just a short one today, stupid headache and cold :(

R.I.P Milly

It's been a crazy few months, and I am sorry for not writing since March. I will not list all my excuses, just state the main one... Milly.

Milly was one of the two demon kitties that resided with me, unfortunately, she is no more. It is the not wanting to talk about it that has meant my absence. But I have procrastinated and made excuses for far to long, and I am back to start with the dreaded post.

Milly's life was one of many ups and downs, she managed to squeeze a large amount of drama into her short 3years. She was born the runt of a litter of six, and never quite right because of it. Her head was slightly to big for the rest of her body, which caused her to be laughed at, as well as making her the favorite among visitors. Despite her slight retardness she was overall cute and love able. When young she would accidentally run into glass doors and windows, and charge past Leila when she was trying to attack. One of her most obvious traits, was that she refused to clean... her white belly was usually a beige sort of color, except when she had just had a bath, or Leila plucked up the courage to clean her.

Milly disappeared when she was just a year old. We hunted all around the block multiple times, but to no avail. It had been 8 days when we had given up hope, and Leila was getting used to soaking up all the attention, when she appeared at the cat door, filthy and battered and covered in fleas. After we took her to the vet it was revealed that she must have been hit by a car, that she had a shattered pelvis and that her bladder and bowel functions would never come completely right. Instead of an expensive and complicated surgery, we put her on cage rest, well, we tried to. She had other ideas however, and would not remain still. When locked in the room with a window only a crack open (there is no way anything could fit through, my hand barely could) we woke up one morning to find her asleep in the chair beside the bed. This means she squeezed out of the window, in the cat door and climbed the stairs.... she was stubborn, but eventually came right. Even if she lost half her tail in the process.

But towards the end of April this year, things went backwards again, there was nothing we could do to help her, and she knew it was the end... I miss her to this day, so does Leila and those that knew her. There is a gap in our hearts for our poor tarded Milly, but she is in a better place now, where she can run happily with a full tail again.

Rock Review

Well, Rock 2 Wellington review anyway...
So after a week of enjoying the strangely warm, sunny and not as windy as usual Wellington weather, and cursing those evil evil hills, we rocked on out to the main reason for our trip. Hooray for huge rock concert RCK2WGTN!

We painted our faces, the bf with the traditional White face with black star, and I with the much more subdued plain black star. Its amazing the comradeship the painted faces evoked among others of the painted face gild. Even if the white paint does mix with said bf's beard to create some sort of Plato looking statue man.... I did warn him that it would look silly, I think he was the only bearded Paul Stanley out there, possibly the only bearded KISS member.... Ohwell, he had fun, just needed a lot of help removing said paint after 7 hours of rocking out.

But, I am getting ahead of myself. Many hooted and hollered at us as we walked down the Terrace towards the Westpac Stadium on the warm easter Saturday evening, this only intensified the closer we got to our destination. With children, sticking out their tongues in Gene Simmons style while loitering outside the government buildings, and then adults alike at the gates to the stadium.

Once inside we were pleasantly surprised that lines to the rest rooms were minimal (as we had been drinking most of the week) and that there was plenty on sitting room in the pit for the in between acts. We were greeted by lengthy guitar solos by apparently the best unsigned solo guitarists in NZ, some where good, some not so much, but it did do well to set the scene and keep us entertained.

The first act Lordi were really good and surprisingly well accepted for a band that is only recent on the more popular rock scene. I only knew one of their songs, and do not think many in the crowd knew more than two or maybe three. The stage and costuming was spectacular as expected, Weta can do no wrong.

After half an hour of Sonic Altar the crowd started to merge forward for what has been widely accepted as the best performance of the weekend, the man himself, Alice Cooper. The bf believes that this could be because of his less 'drugfucked' life. He still appeared in his prime, his performance came off as a musical, full of drama and impressive acting, props included, a baby, a straight jacket, a chick and other such things that should be tied in. He sang all of his hits (except Frankenstein, which the bf has only stopped moaning about due to the fact he was driving me mad). I was in awe, as was most of the crowd.

After such an amazing performance, the NZ filler band was forgettable, and even the headline act KISS was a bit of a let down. The performance, light show and fireworks were awesome... but the music just wasn't right. They started with a song that I only knew from watching C4 that day, then followed to play music that most of the audience didn't know, they seemed disappointed that the crowd wasn't warming as they should normally, but honestly what did they expect. I had been hanging out for Strutter all week, but alas no :( Even Simmons trademark blood vomit went without much cheer. It wasn't till their encore that they attempted to regain a standing. They played 2 of their biggest hits, then left us to make our ways back up those terrible hills to our place of stay.

After sleeping all day we got ready for day 2. With much more toned down outfits, we walked on down again. The crowd was much bigger and quite different. The Valves kicked off the night. They are always a good thing, pity that they were way off on a side stage. They were followed by Poison, who were doing their cowboy thing, of course. Bret Michaels seemed genuinely happy to be there, more so than any of the other acts, he said thank you heaps. The whole band were impressive, especially seeing as the crowd only knew some of their stuff.

Sonic Altar had their second go at being background music, no one was really paying attention, I felt sorry for them in a way, but at the same jealous of this big opportunity they had been given. I only know 2 or 3 Whitesnake songs, but they were enjoyable, just not as much as Poison. I am actually somewhat surprised that they were given a better time slot. My God tho, David Coverdale is a dodge old English man! He complimented a young lady near the front on her "lovely bosom" and then proceeded to tell the man next to her to "get into it" Lol!

The Symphony of Screams were given the job of keeping the crowd entertained while Ozzy found his way to the stage. The excitement was high and people started pushing to the front. Screams set finished, and there was still no Ozzy. "Wheres Sharon?" I can imagine him saying backstage, "Where am I?", "Wellington" would come the reply. "Where in fucking Australia is that?" The bf and I were discussing the possible conversations going on back stage, and how much we would actually be able to understand, for the 10mins or so it took Ozzy to finally turn up. The crowd went wild, the loudest it had been all weekend. But Ozzy couldn't hear us, the screams and yells only got louder, still Ozzy was deaf to it "I cant hear you" says he. I partly wish I had a loud billowing voice so that I could yell in return "Turn your hearing aid on". It wasn't all bad tho, we could actually understand more than we thought we might, he sang good songs, even Bark at the Moon & Warpigs! We all forgave him mucking up the lyrics and us hearing the backing. We forgave his drugged stupor, from many parties past. The fireworks were spectacular. The 15min guitar solo was extensive, but hey Ozzy is an old man now, and needed a rest. I think the most disappointing was that Ozzy didn't seem to like the crowd, didn't seem like he wanted to be there. That rubs off on a crowd and ruins the buzz.

We were far to tired to attend the after party, so back up the hill we trekked.

So just to tie up a few loose ends...

While we were in Wellington, what does our soccer team do? Win a game! Grats to them sure, but it sure made us feel stink.

I arrived home, half expecting the kitties to ignore me. But no, quite the opposite, only now, 2weeks later have they started to lay off on all the love.

One of the bf's good mates, thought that all that time alone together would kill the relationship. I admit, I too had those doubts. However, quite the opposite occurred, I'm ecstatic about that :)

The reason I have taken so long to write this thing up happens to be that, my first day back home was also my first day at my new job. Its awesome, I'm learning lots of new stuff and everyone is being super nice. Got my first pay check today, and it will suffice :)

This post has gone on far to long, I shall leave it now.

Til next time, Eli :)

Freedom within my grasp.

Here I am on my last shift, In 4 hours I will be free. Free from the constraints of shift work, rotational rosters, 12 hour shifts, 72 hour weeks, and evil night shifts.


I'm a mixture of feelings, excitement, fear, nervousness, anticipation. Being here is all Ive known for the last 2 years, actually having a life again, or the ability to have one, will take some getting used to.

When Google imaging 'Freedom' I came across something disturbing, but rather clever, Warning, content may offend. These animal activists really know how to hit those nerves, go for the shock factor, make you feel guilty.

Speaking of animals, the kitten from my neighbors, the one that caused interesting reactions from my cats, is no more. It is unfortunate that it wandered onto the road, as it is very busy. I do feel bad that I feel somewhat relived, as I can now have my door open without worrying that it will walk in and worry my cats, also I think it had fleas.... But it was rather cute.

My holiday draws ever closer.