For occasional breaks to my regular doldrums, I thought I'd do lists of my Top things (ranging from Top 20 to Top 5, and from all-time to at the moment). They'll be of anything, really. Music...movies...and then weirder things like my favourite five second moments of my life.
I'm going to start with TV shows.
TOP SIX TV SHOWS
1. Top Gear
2. Mythbusters
3. Sherlock
4. Friends
5. The Simpsons
6. Family Guy
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
A controversial topic...
Abortion.
I'm pro-life. Just so you know. This means that I'm about the preservation of life. So in extreme cases (such as the mother will die unless the baby is aborted) abortion may be necessary. Doesn't make it right though.
I'm gonna attempt to refute some of the most common arguments for abortion, or pro-choice. Let's start with what I think is the most common one:
IT"S MY BODY.
Yeah, there's a problem with that. It isn't.
This argument is a particularly selfish and ignorant one. The life form living inside you is not you. When a woman is pregnant, is she considered to have four arms and four legs? No. Two brains? No. Two hearts? No. So if the baby were apart of the mother, then she should be considered to have twice as much of everything. But she isn't.
Secondly, each part of one's body has the same genetic code. If the baby were a part of the mother, it should have the same genetic code. But surprise, surprise, it doesn't. Same for the blood type. In most cases, the type of the child and the mother of different. A body cannot function with more than one blood type, therefore, if the baby was a part of the mother, it would have the same type. But it doesn't, ergo, the baby isn't you.
Here's an obvious one - in half of all pregnancies, the sex of the child is male. The mother is female. I'm pretty sure you can't be both at once.
If you want to boil it down, the baby is a parasite. It is not your body. At no point in pregnancy is the developing embryo or fetus simply a part of the mother's body.
The baby might be in your body, but that doesn't mean it is your body. And it certainly doesn't give you the right to kill it.
I CAN'T TAKE CARE OF IT AND GIVE IT THE LIFE IT DESERVES.
Put it up for adoption. Better for it to have a life than to murder it.
YOU'RE NOT KILLING IT BECAUSE IT ISN'T ALIVE.
The most ignorant of them all, and the easiest to refute.
Simply put, it is alive. Quote from abort73.com:
THIS BABY WAS THE RESULT OF A RAPE OR SEXUAL ABUSE.
Better let abort73.com answer this:
This was regarding rape, but the whole set of "What if...?'s" can be found here: http://www.abort73.com/abortion/common_objections/
That's the major arguments I can think of at the moment. Here's what it boils down to:
No matter what the circumstances, no human has the right to take the life of another human.
Would it bother us more if they used guns?
I'm pro-life. Just so you know. This means that I'm about the preservation of life. So in extreme cases (such as the mother will die unless the baby is aborted) abortion may be necessary. Doesn't make it right though.
I'm gonna attempt to refute some of the most common arguments for abortion, or pro-choice. Let's start with what I think is the most common one:
IT"S MY BODY.
Yeah, there's a problem with that. It isn't.
This argument is a particularly selfish and ignorant one. The life form living inside you is not you. When a woman is pregnant, is she considered to have four arms and four legs? No. Two brains? No. Two hearts? No. So if the baby were apart of the mother, then she should be considered to have twice as much of everything. But she isn't.
Secondly, each part of one's body has the same genetic code. If the baby were a part of the mother, it should have the same genetic code. But surprise, surprise, it doesn't. Same for the blood type. In most cases, the type of the child and the mother of different. A body cannot function with more than one blood type, therefore, if the baby was a part of the mother, it would have the same type. But it doesn't, ergo, the baby isn't you.
Here's an obvious one - in half of all pregnancies, the sex of the child is male. The mother is female. I'm pretty sure you can't be both at once.
If you want to boil it down, the baby is a parasite. It is not your body. At no point in pregnancy is the developing embryo or fetus simply a part of the mother's body.
The baby might be in your body, but that doesn't mean it is your body. And it certainly doesn't give you the right to kill it.
I CAN'T TAKE CARE OF IT AND GIVE IT THE LIFE IT DESERVES.
Put it up for adoption. Better for it to have a life than to murder it.
YOU'RE NOT KILLING IT BECAUSE IT ISN'T ALIVE.
The most ignorant of them all, and the easiest to refute.
Simply put, it is alive. Quote from abort73.com:
Every new life begins at conception. This is an irrefutable fact of biology. It is true for animals and true for humans. When considered alongside the law of biogenesis – that every species reproduces after its own kind – we can draw only one conclusion in regard to abortion. No matter what the circumstances of conception, no matter how far along in the pregnancy, abortion always ends the life of an individual human being. Every honest abortion advocate concedes this simple fact.Next.
Faye Wattleton, the longest reigning president of the largest abortion provider in the world – Planned Parenthood – argued as far back as 1997 that everyone already knows that abortion kills. She proclaims the following in an interview with Ms. Magazine:
"I think we have deluded ourselves into believing that people don't know that abortion is killing. So any pretense that abortion is not killing is a signal of our ambivalence, a signal that we cannot say yes, it kills a fetus."
THIS BABY WAS THE RESULT OF A RAPE OR SEXUAL ABUSE.
Better let abort73.com answer this:
You can't get very far in any discussion about abortion without considering the question of rape. Whereas the vast majority of pregnancies are the result of consensual sex, rape-based pregnancies present a unique dilemma. If a woman didn't choose to engage in sex in the first place, should she have to carry to term a child that was the result of her forced union? The question should become much clearer if we add in some hypothetical details. Let's say the woman does carry her child to term and decides to raise her son herself. After five years, however, she decides that the little boy's presence in her life is too much of a burden. He looks too much like his biological father. Should that mother have the right to kill her five year-old son who was born to her as a result of sexual assault?
Obviously not. No matter what the circumstances are regarding the little boy's conception, he is a human being with a right to life that cannot be taken away from him. But what about before the child is born, does this change anything? No, it doesn't. Abortion is an act of violence that kills a living human being. The circumstances surrounding the conception do not change this simple reality. Rape and abortion share this in common. They are both acts of violent assault against an innocent victim. Aborting a child conceived through rape simply extends this pattern of violence and victimhood. It does not "unrape" the woman, but it will almost certainly increase her regret and misery. Whereas rape is an act of violence for which she bears no responsibility, abortion is an act of violence for which she would be morally culpable.
This was regarding rape, but the whole set of "What if...?'s" can be found here: http://www.abort73.com/abortion/common_objections/
That's the major arguments I can think of at the moment. Here's what it boils down to:
No matter what the circumstances, no human has the right to take the life of another human.
Would it bother us more if they used guns?
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Untitled.
Isn't it nice to know
That the lining is silver
Isn't it nice to know
That we're golden
She's almost brighter than the sun
Seems to me to be unfair
When you consider everyone
Who pales when they compare
When they compare
We should get jerseys
Cause we make a good team
But yours would look better than mine
Cause you're out of my league
And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new best day of my life
I spend with you is the new best day of my life
And now I'm sunny with a High of 75
Since You took my heavy heart
Since You took my heavy heart
And made it light
And its funny how you find
You enjoy your life
When you're happy to be alive
And its funny how you find
You enjoy your life
When you're happy to be alive
Always knew I'd find someone
I never dreamt it'd be like this
You've surpassed
All that I've hoped for (and ever wished)
And I'm tryin' so hard
With all my heart and mind
To make your life
As good as you've made mine
I never dreamt it'd be like this
You've surpassed
All that I've hoped for (and ever wished)
And I'm tryin' so hard
With all my heart and mind
To make your life
As good as you've made mine
Monday, October 26, 2009
It's been a while, hasn't it? Ooh, probably about...6 months and 9 days. Or 27 weeks. Or 192 days. Or 4608 hours. Or 276,480 minutes. Or 16,588,800 seconds. Or....maybe I'll stop.
Anyways, A LOT has happened in that time, and unfortunately I don't have a very good memory so I won't be able to tell you most of what happened in those 192 days, aside from about a month ago. Or maybe more. We'll see how we go. And it won't be in order. Sorry about that.
Here's a bombshell to start you off...I started reading Twilight. *audience gasps*. Yes, shocking, isn't it? I had a thought...about ducks. But that's not relevant.
So anyway, I thought, "Maybe I've been a bit hard on Twilight. Maybe it's not so bad. Hell, I've only read one chapter. And my cat always said, 'Never judge a book by its fangirls.' "
And now I am 3/4 of the way though, or thereabouts. And...it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. It's actually okay. Aside from Bella's TOTAL OBSESSION with Edward. And the fact that he's a vampire. So it's ok. But it's not great.
I'm working at Macca's now. I applied two weeks ago (about), got called in for an interview two days later, then got hired three days after that, and now on Friday I have my orientation.
LET'S HEAR IT FOR FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE!
I have three (or is it four?) assignment due this term, also known as the final one for the year, and indeed, YEAR 9 ITSELF. I probably should do them, but I don't want to. Simple, really.
Holidays were good. I don't think I saw a movie in those holidays, but I went to Tim's house and I went to Hayden's par-tay, also at his house. Holidays are good.
I should talk about the movies I saw. Yeah...I think I'll do that now.
First up, X-Men Origins: Wolverine. That was way back in May. Saw that with Hayden. It was good, with some wicked action scenes, but not the best. 15/20.
Next, Star Trek. I had obviously heard of it, and kinda known the basic premise, but never really known who were the characters and such. Kinda cool, nice CGI effects, confusing plot though. And I saw it with my dad, so he tried to cover my eyes when the half-naked alien and lead male were making out. That messed it up a bit. :P. Also 15/20.
Then, about a month later, possibly the biggest eye-candy fest of the year, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. The first one was/is one of my top action flicks ever, so I was expecting a lot from the sequel. But it was kinda a mixed bag. The plot? Well...it sucked. Like, really badly sucked. And so it seems that Michael Bay was trying to make up for the abysmal plot by throwing in gratuitous destruction, explosion after explosion, and HOT girl after HOT girl, and....it worked. One of the best films of the year. Reason? Three words: Transforming. Alien Robots. It doesn't get any better than that. 18/20.
Next month, the next installment of the Harry Potter series, the Half-Blood Prince. Loved the book, so the film had something to live up to. Better acting than most of the series, better directing, better everything (over the last couple ones, I mean). The third one is still king though. 16/20.
END OF MOVIE REVIEWS
In business at the mo. Designing the new $1000 note and $5 coin. Wow. I'm learning sooooo much from this experience.
Anyway...what else?
I can't make up my mind. Conflicting emotions, confusing emotions, all the same thing. I hate love. No, wait...I don't hate it...I hate the problems that come with it. :S
Hmmm....
Can't think of anything else. Just the usual. Will post again if any thing interesting comes up. :)
Anyways, A LOT has happened in that time, and unfortunately I don't have a very good memory so I won't be able to tell you most of what happened in those 192 days, aside from about a month ago. Or maybe more. We'll see how we go. And it won't be in order. Sorry about that.
Here's a bombshell to start you off...I started reading Twilight. *audience gasps*. Yes, shocking, isn't it? I had a thought...about ducks. But that's not relevant.
So anyway, I thought, "Maybe I've been a bit hard on Twilight. Maybe it's not so bad. Hell, I've only read one chapter. And my cat always said, 'Never judge a book by its fangirls.' "
And now I am 3/4 of the way though, or thereabouts. And...it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. It's actually okay. Aside from Bella's TOTAL OBSESSION with Edward. And the fact that he's a vampire. So it's ok. But it's not great.
I'm working at Macca's now. I applied two weeks ago (about), got called in for an interview two days later, then got hired three days after that, and now on Friday I have my orientation.
LET'S HEAR IT FOR FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE!
I have three (or is it four?) assignment due this term, also known as the final one for the year, and indeed, YEAR 9 ITSELF. I probably should do them, but I don't want to. Simple, really.
Holidays were good. I don't think I saw a movie in those holidays, but I went to Tim's house and I went to Hayden's par-tay, also at his house. Holidays are good.
I should talk about the movies I saw. Yeah...I think I'll do that now.
First up, X-Men Origins: Wolverine. That was way back in May. Saw that with Hayden. It was good, with some wicked action scenes, but not the best. 15/20.
Next, Star Trek. I had obviously heard of it, and kinda known the basic premise, but never really known who were the characters and such. Kinda cool, nice CGI effects, confusing plot though. And I saw it with my dad, so he tried to cover my eyes when the half-naked alien and lead male were making out. That messed it up a bit. :P. Also 15/20.
Then, about a month later, possibly the biggest eye-candy fest of the year, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. The first one was/is one of my top action flicks ever, so I was expecting a lot from the sequel. But it was kinda a mixed bag. The plot? Well...it sucked. Like, really badly sucked. And so it seems that Michael Bay was trying to make up for the abysmal plot by throwing in gratuitous destruction, explosion after explosion, and HOT girl after HOT girl, and....it worked. One of the best films of the year. Reason? Three words: Transforming. Alien Robots. It doesn't get any better than that. 18/20.
Next month, the next installment of the Harry Potter series, the Half-Blood Prince. Loved the book, so the film had something to live up to. Better acting than most of the series, better directing, better everything (over the last couple ones, I mean). The third one is still king though. 16/20.
END OF MOVIE REVIEWS
In business at the mo. Designing the new $1000 note and $5 coin. Wow. I'm learning sooooo much from this experience.
Anyway...what else?
I can't make up my mind. Conflicting emotions, confusing emotions, all the same thing. I hate love. No, wait...I don't hate it...I hate the problems that come with it. :S
Hmmm....
Can't think of anything else. Just the usual. Will post again if any thing interesting comes up. :)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Boring. Yes. It. Is.
Wow, I havent posted in......about 10 days, and I think it's time that I gave my readers something to.....well, read.
So. I saw Monsters vs Aliens on Monday. The cinemas were packed. I guess it was because a) it was Easter Monday and b) it was pouring rain. Anyway, I give it 7.5/10. It was good, but not as good the golden masterpieces of Pixar.
Easter was good. Not much else to say, really.
I go back to school in five days. Yee ha, whoopie, wootness. (sarcasm alert)
I went rock climbing last week. Turns out I'm actually pretty good at it.
I'm going to Timezone tomorrow with Tim and Hayden. My one follower knows who him/they are, so I won't explain who they are.
So, not very much news. Oh, well. And I'm bored. Thought you'd oughta know :)
So. I saw Monsters vs Aliens on Monday. The cinemas were packed. I guess it was because a) it was Easter Monday and b) it was pouring rain. Anyway, I give it 7.5/10. It was good, but not as good the golden masterpieces of Pixar.
Easter was good. Not much else to say, really.
I go back to school in five days. Yee ha, whoopie, wootness. (sarcasm alert)
I went rock climbing last week. Turns out I'm actually pretty good at it.
I'm going to Timezone tomorrow with Tim and Hayden. My one follower knows who him/they are, so I won't explain who they are.
So, not very much news. Oh, well. And I'm bored. Thought you'd oughta know :)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
When will people learn; Democracy and computer programs don't work.
I found this talking program online, and it's meant to be a psycholigist. It's called Eliza. I tried it out, and here's how the convo went: (BTW, i don't actually bump into walls. just so you know.)
>> Hello.
How do you do. Please state your problem.
>> i can't stop bumping into walls.
How do you think that you can't stop bumping into walls ?
>> how do i think? don't you mean why?
Why do you ask ?
>> because i need help.
Is that the real reason ?
>> yes
You seem to be quite positive.
>> no, i'm not, because i keep bumping into walls.
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> no
You are being a bit negative.
>> no i'm not,
You are being a bit negative.
>> yes
You are sure.
>> no
Why not ?
>> yes
I see.
>> no
Why 'no' ?
>> because i need help
Don't any other reasons come to mind ?
>> not really.
I'm not sure I understand you fully.
>> why should you? you're a computer.
Does that question interest you ?
>> no, why?
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> i didn't say no
You say you didn't say no ?
>> yes
I understand.
>> that's good
Please go on.
>> umm....
What does that suggest to you ?
>> that i have no idea how to fill a gap in a conversation?
Can you elaborate on that ?
>> not anymore than i already have.
Do you say not anymore than you already have for some special reason ?
>> maybe
You don't seem quite certain.
>> that's because i'm not
Does that reason seem to explain anything else ?
>> i'm going to go now. you're not helping me.
Is it because you are going to go now that you came to me ?
>> no......
You are being a bit negative.
>> goodbye.
Goodbye. Thank you for talking to me.
>> you're weird.
What makes you think I am weird ?
>> bye
Goodbye. Thank you for talking to me.
It's very weird, and you can do it for youself here: http://www.chayden.net/eliza/Eliza.html
>> Hello.
How do you do. Please state your problem.
>> i can't stop bumping into walls.
How do you think that you can't stop bumping into walls ?
>> how do i think? don't you mean why?
Why do you ask ?
>> because i need help.
Is that the real reason ?
>> yes
You seem to be quite positive.
>> no, i'm not, because i keep bumping into walls.
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> no
You are being a bit negative.
>> no i'm not,
You are being a bit negative.
>> yes
You are sure.
>> no
Why not ?
>> yes
I see.
>> no
Why 'no' ?
>> because i need help
Don't any other reasons come to mind ?
>> not really.
I'm not sure I understand you fully.
>> why should you? you're a computer.
Does that question interest you ?
>> no, why?
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> i didn't say no
You say you didn't say no ?
>> yes
I understand.
>> that's good
Please go on.
>> umm....
What does that suggest to you ?
>> that i have no idea how to fill a gap in a conversation?
Can you elaborate on that ?
>> not anymore than i already have.
Do you say not anymore than you already have for some special reason ?
>> maybe
You don't seem quite certain.
>> that's because i'm not
Does that reason seem to explain anything else ?
>> i'm going to go now. you're not helping me.
Is it because you are going to go now that you came to me ?
>> no......
You are being a bit negative.
>> goodbye.
Goodbye. Thank you for talking to me.
>> you're weird.
What makes you think I am weird ?
>> bye
Goodbye. Thank you for talking to me.
It's very weird, and you can do it for youself here: http://www.chayden.net/eliza/Eliza.html
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Revolutionary (again)
So, you remeber the short story I posted before? Well, that was the draft, and now this is/was the final. BTW, I got an A for it. My teacher (Mr bleep) finally gave them back. Pretty sweet. Anyway.....here you go.
The four grey, stone walls enclosed Pierre De Lèurs and created a sense of entrapment. Candles softly lit the small interrogation room. Pierre watched the flickering shadows dance across the ceiling as they illuminated his hard features. There were no windows to the outside world, so he could not tell the time of day.
The year was 1790. France was in a state of turmoil, after King Louis XVI was thrown out of the palace, and a revolution had begun. Pierre was in the thick of it, fully supporting the king and rebelling against the new regime, along with a few other supporters.
Pierre had been captured and taken to the new government’s headquarters in Paris. Now he was awaiting interrogation by one of the leaders of the new administration, a man named Goustav.
Pierre was snapped out of his trance by the sharp sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again. When he opened his dark green eyes he saw that Goustav, accompanied by two rough looking guards, had entered the room.
Goustav was strong, had a firm build, and was quite tall, which added to his frightening persona. If he was seen in a dark alley at night, most would run in the other direction. His threatening appearance helped to make sure that no-one stood against him for long.
The guards took their place at the back of the room just behind the bare wooden chair where Pierre was tightly bound with thick rope. The guards, who each had a black powder musket, were just within striking distance of Pierre.
Goustav stood in front of Pierre and stared him down. Pierre blinked first, and Goustav let out a chuckle.
“Pierre, is it?” questioned Goustav. “So you are the one who has been causing all the trouble?”
Pierre said nothing. Goustav glared at him with his deep brown eyes, and then signalled to the guards. One of them strode forward and swung the butt of his musket into Pierre’s head. It made contact with a crack.
Lights danced and popped in front of Pierre’s eyes. His head felt like it had been split in two. Blood dripped down from the large cut now imprinted onto Pierre’s skull and made his black hair become matted with the crimson liquid.
“When I ask you a question, you answer me,” said Goustav. “Or there will be consequences. Now, let us try this again. Where is the headquarters of the rebellion?”
Pierre’s head throbbed with pain. “Don’t know. Couldn’t tell you,” he answered.
Immediately the guards acted. One of them twisted the chair holding Pierre around to face themselves, then the other one punched Pierre in the stomach, again and again, until Goustav signalled for them to stop. The guards stood to attention and moved back to their places. Pierre tried to breathe, but couldn’t. The brutal blows had completely incapacitated him.
“Are you getting the picture now, young Pierre?” said Goustav menacingly. “You don’t talk, we hurt you. You do it enough, and we kill you.”
Pierre finally got his breath back and glowered at the vicious leader. He had no choice; he had to cooperate to some extent. But he was loyal to his allies, he would hopefully not succumb to the punishment and reveal where they were.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” said Goustav. “Where are the other radicals?”
“Places. Probably somewhere in France,” answered Pierre. His reply dripped with sarcasm.
Goustav tut-tutted. “Wrong answer.”
Once again the guards came forward; and this time they would not be gentle.
Pierre could hardly see. Both his eyes were now black, puffy and swollen. He thought he might have a broken elbow. Every part of his body was screaming in protest at the ruthless beating it had taken.
“Judging by your uncomfortable expression, you seem to be in pain.” Goustav’s observation was an understatement.
“I am going to make you an offer,” said Goustav. “And I would strongly advise that you accept it. You will accept it, or face death. And not by guillotine. Something slow, and painful. Very, very, painful.”
Pierre wasn’t in a position to argue. “What is it?”
“If you tell me everything, locations, people, records……I will let you go, and pretend that you were never part of the rebellion against this new regime.”
Pierre was torn. He was in a massive amount of pain, and wanted this to be over. But he didn’t want to betray his friends. He didn’t know what to do.
“You have thirty seconds to make up your mind.”
***
Four days later, Pierre walked down the concrete steps from the Bastille into a large stone-paved courtyard. Many hundreds of people were gathered around a sort of wooden stage. Except instead of actors, there was only a guillotine.
There was a man standing beside the menacing device with his hands tied behind his back. He gave Pierre a pleading look. Pierre turned away with shame.
Suddenly the crowd fell silent. Pierre heard the shrill shriek of the blade falling towards the man’s neck. A roar went up from the gathering. He was dead.
Goustav clapped his hand onto Pierre’s shoulder. He flinched. He hadn’t heard him walk up.
“You did the right thing, you know. No-one could have stood up against us for long. You did him a favour by making the end quick.” Goustav gave Pierre one final glance, then walked away. As the crowd slowly receded and left the courtyard, Pierre felt alone.
The general had said that he “did the right thing”.
Pierre wasn’t so sure.
The four grey, stone walls enclosed Pierre De Lèurs and created a sense of entrapment. Candles softly lit the small interrogation room. Pierre watched the flickering shadows dance across the ceiling as they illuminated his hard features. There were no windows to the outside world, so he could not tell the time of day.
The year was 1790. France was in a state of turmoil, after King Louis XVI was thrown out of the palace, and a revolution had begun. Pierre was in the thick of it, fully supporting the king and rebelling against the new regime, along with a few other supporters.
Pierre had been captured and taken to the new government’s headquarters in Paris. Now he was awaiting interrogation by one of the leaders of the new administration, a man named Goustav.
Pierre was snapped out of his trance by the sharp sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again. When he opened his dark green eyes he saw that Goustav, accompanied by two rough looking guards, had entered the room.
Goustav was strong, had a firm build, and was quite tall, which added to his frightening persona. If he was seen in a dark alley at night, most would run in the other direction. His threatening appearance helped to make sure that no-one stood against him for long.
The guards took their place at the back of the room just behind the bare wooden chair where Pierre was tightly bound with thick rope. The guards, who each had a black powder musket, were just within striking distance of Pierre.
Goustav stood in front of Pierre and stared him down. Pierre blinked first, and Goustav let out a chuckle.
“Pierre, is it?” questioned Goustav. “So you are the one who has been causing all the trouble?”
Pierre said nothing. Goustav glared at him with his deep brown eyes, and then signalled to the guards. One of them strode forward and swung the butt of his musket into Pierre’s head. It made contact with a crack.
Lights danced and popped in front of Pierre’s eyes. His head felt like it had been split in two. Blood dripped down from the large cut now imprinted onto Pierre’s skull and made his black hair become matted with the crimson liquid.
“When I ask you a question, you answer me,” said Goustav. “Or there will be consequences. Now, let us try this again. Where is the headquarters of the rebellion?”
Pierre’s head throbbed with pain. “Don’t know. Couldn’t tell you,” he answered.
Immediately the guards acted. One of them twisted the chair holding Pierre around to face themselves, then the other one punched Pierre in the stomach, again and again, until Goustav signalled for them to stop. The guards stood to attention and moved back to their places. Pierre tried to breathe, but couldn’t. The brutal blows had completely incapacitated him.
“Are you getting the picture now, young Pierre?” said Goustav menacingly. “You don’t talk, we hurt you. You do it enough, and we kill you.”
Pierre finally got his breath back and glowered at the vicious leader. He had no choice; he had to cooperate to some extent. But he was loyal to his allies, he would hopefully not succumb to the punishment and reveal where they were.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” said Goustav. “Where are the other radicals?”
“Places. Probably somewhere in France,” answered Pierre. His reply dripped with sarcasm.
Goustav tut-tutted. “Wrong answer.”
Once again the guards came forward; and this time they would not be gentle.
Pierre could hardly see. Both his eyes were now black, puffy and swollen. He thought he might have a broken elbow. Every part of his body was screaming in protest at the ruthless beating it had taken.
“Judging by your uncomfortable expression, you seem to be in pain.” Goustav’s observation was an understatement.
“I am going to make you an offer,” said Goustav. “And I would strongly advise that you accept it. You will accept it, or face death. And not by guillotine. Something slow, and painful. Very, very, painful.”
Pierre wasn’t in a position to argue. “What is it?”
“If you tell me everything, locations, people, records……I will let you go, and pretend that you were never part of the rebellion against this new regime.”
Pierre was torn. He was in a massive amount of pain, and wanted this to be over. But he didn’t want to betray his friends. He didn’t know what to do.
“You have thirty seconds to make up your mind.”
***
Four days later, Pierre walked down the concrete steps from the Bastille into a large stone-paved courtyard. Many hundreds of people were gathered around a sort of wooden stage. Except instead of actors, there was only a guillotine.
There was a man standing beside the menacing device with his hands tied behind his back. He gave Pierre a pleading look. Pierre turned away with shame.
Suddenly the crowd fell silent. Pierre heard the shrill shriek of the blade falling towards the man’s neck. A roar went up from the gathering. He was dead.
Goustav clapped his hand onto Pierre’s shoulder. He flinched. He hadn’t heard him walk up.
“You did the right thing, you know. No-one could have stood up against us for long. You did him a favour by making the end quick.” Goustav gave Pierre one final glance, then walked away. As the crowd slowly receded and left the courtyard, Pierre felt alone.
The general had said that he “did the right thing”.
Pierre wasn’t so sure.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
They're not all like this, are they?
Guess what my English teacher did today and Monday? That's right, he didn't hand our assignments back to us. Again. ARRRGGGHH!! Apprently we're too "rude" and "offensive" when he's talking. Hmmm.....right. Seems to me that he's just stuck-up and wants every fibre of our being to pay attention to him every millisecond of the lesson. Well, I'm sorry Mr. *bleep* (name bleeped for security reasons), but that's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Obituary to Common Sense
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Week that Was
Okay...so, its been a while. Some stuff has happened, as always. Okay. Sooo...
Monday. Business assignment was due. Mine was not done/started, and the group presentation that was meant to go with it went down the drain as well, because, basically...I had no group. Hmmmm. Teacher said finish it by tomorrow and do the group presentation alone. Great..
Also handed in English assignment. I like short stories.
Tuesday. Business assignment handed in (yes, i did in fact finish/start it) and did the group powerpoint alone. not very fun.
Started to learn a couple of new songs on drum kit. Good fun.
Wednesday. Did some work on computers assignment. Video editing is cool.
Researched some ancient and foreign Gods for Christian Ed. I did Ra (ancient Egypt) and Vishnu (modern India). And I know what you're thinking. If CE is meant to learning about our God, why are learning about other gods? Don't have a clue. :P
Also had first training session for "Fitness". Basically fitness is if you didn't make it into a sport team, you get to go to a big Fitness First gym and train on Friday afternoons. Normal sport has after-school training on Weds, and I thought fitness would be exempt from that. But nooooo, we had it as well. :/ It was hard.
Thursday. Come to think of it, not much today.........Ooo, wait, I know. In English we were going to get our short stories back. I was looking forward to it. But then our teacher (I won't name them for security reasons) decided to be stuck-up and not give them to us, purely because someone in the class was writing while he was talking. WTF? Now we get them back tomorrow (as in Monday).
Friday. Double whammy today, forgot P.E swimming gear so got a blue slip detention, and then the very next lesson (Business) I get hit with another detention. Although, to be fair, my teacher was meant to give me that one a few days ago for not handing in my assignment in on time, but still....ouch. Handed in my SOSE booklet. Finished it at the last minute.
And had Fitness. It was alright, but not as fun as previous weeks.
But then a light at the end of the tunnel...YOUTH!!!! Went to Jay Stormonth's house and played volleyball, had steak/bacon/onion/sausage sandwiches (basically a vegetarian's worst nightmare), and played Halo 3 and Guitar Hero. Great night, aside from the bruises I now have from getting nipple-crippled. :D
And finally, yesterday, Saturday. Went to Robina and got Maccas for lunch, with a surprising event. Ordered a Double Cheeseburger meal, and instead got a Triple Cheeseburger meal, for the same price. Score! Then stayed up til 11.00 playing PlayStation 2 soccer with my dad. He beat me. Twice. :P
Okay, that's the wrap up for the week. You may now return to your normal lives. :D
Monday. Business assignment was due. Mine was not done/started, and the group presentation that was meant to go with it went down the drain as well, because, basically...I had no group. Hmmmm. Teacher said finish it by tomorrow and do the group presentation alone. Great..
Also handed in English assignment. I like short stories.
Tuesday. Business assignment handed in (yes, i did in fact finish/start it) and did the group powerpoint alone. not very fun.
Started to learn a couple of new songs on drum kit. Good fun.
Wednesday. Did some work on computers assignment. Video editing is cool.
Researched some ancient and foreign Gods for Christian Ed. I did Ra (ancient Egypt) and Vishnu (modern India). And I know what you're thinking. If CE is meant to learning about our God, why are learning about other gods? Don't have a clue. :P
Also had first training session for "Fitness". Basically fitness is if you didn't make it into a sport team, you get to go to a big Fitness First gym and train on Friday afternoons. Normal sport has after-school training on Weds, and I thought fitness would be exempt from that. But nooooo, we had it as well. :/ It was hard.
Thursday. Come to think of it, not much today.........Ooo, wait, I know. In English we were going to get our short stories back. I was looking forward to it. But then our teacher (I won't name them for security reasons) decided to be stuck-up and not give them to us, purely because someone in the class was writing while he was talking. WTF? Now we get them back tomorrow (as in Monday).
Friday. Double whammy today, forgot P.E swimming gear so got a blue slip detention, and then the very next lesson (Business) I get hit with another detention. Although, to be fair, my teacher was meant to give me that one a few days ago for not handing in my assignment in on time, but still....ouch. Handed in my SOSE booklet. Finished it at the last minute.
And had Fitness. It was alright, but not as fun as previous weeks.
But then a light at the end of the tunnel...YOUTH!!!! Went to Jay Stormonth's house and played volleyball, had steak/bacon/onion/sausage sandwiches (basically a vegetarian's worst nightmare), and played Halo 3 and Guitar Hero. Great night, aside from the bruises I now have from getting nipple-crippled. :D
And finally, yesterday, Saturday. Went to Robina and got Maccas for lunch, with a surprising event. Ordered a Double Cheeseburger meal, and instead got a Triple Cheeseburger meal, for the same price. Score! Then stayed up til 11.00 playing PlayStation 2 soccer with my dad. He beat me. Twice. :P
Okay, that's the wrap up for the week. You may now return to your normal lives. :D
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I think its a bit too much
So...I have an account on Twitter. If you don't know that it is, then look it up on the everything website, Wikipedia. Anyway, I was looking around at random websites, and found out that there many sites devoted to things to do with it.
For example, there is a site called TweetStats, where you enter in your username and it gives you detailed graphs and figures on usage, most used words, where you've tweeted from, etc.
Another one is HappyTweets, which gives you a score based on your happiness in your tweets. This one's a little weird.
Anyway, I would list more, but I got to go. Check out more at http://www.deontee.com/47-top-twitter-sites-services-software-and-tips/.
For example, there is a site called TweetStats, where you enter in your username and it gives you detailed graphs and figures on usage, most used words, where you've tweeted from, etc.
Another one is HappyTweets, which gives you a score based on your happiness in your tweets. This one's a little weird.
Anyway, I would list more, but I got to go. Check out more at http://www.deontee.com/47-top-twitter-sites-services-software-and-tips/.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Food. I need food.
I'm hungry. I need food. I'm gonna go get some. Right now.
(Don't worry, just another one of my posts which mean absoulutly nothing. :D)
(Don't worry, just another one of my posts which mean absoulutly nothing. :D)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Procrastination = Best. Word. Ever.
I haven't blogged in......oh, it must be about a week. Sorry to anyone who likes reading my brain. Which is basically what this blog is. Holy wow, thats weird.
Uh-huh. Right.
Anyway, I now have a new motto. Well, its not really a new motto, since I never had one before. Here it is:
Boo homework! Yay procrastination!
Ahhh....its so true. And I'm putting it into practice right now. I should be doing my SOSE. Because I'm only up to the third page. And there's like 18 in the booklet. I'm up crap creek on that one.
English...not so much, it's pretty much almost done and its due in a week and a bit. So I'm safe on that one.
Business. Ah. There's another problem. I've done two pages on it out of a possible....oh, lets say...eight. A title page and an intro. And that's it. IT'S JUST SO BORING!! But my lifesaver could just be a little website called Wikipedia. I love copy and paste. Although that's copyright infringement, and I can go to juvie for that (lol). So I won't copy and paste. I'll copy, paste, and change very slightly the wording. They'll never notice. :D
So that's it for now. I'll be back after these messages.
Actually there are no messages, I just wanted it to sound like a TV show. Pathetic, I know. Lol.
Oh, and Tim? Callin says she wants a honeymoon in Brazil.
Uh-huh. Right.
Anyway, I now have a new motto. Well, its not really a new motto, since I never had one before. Here it is:
Boo homework! Yay procrastination!
Ahhh....its so true. And I'm putting it into practice right now. I should be doing my SOSE. Because I'm only up to the third page. And there's like 18 in the booklet. I'm up crap creek on that one.
English...not so much, it's pretty much almost done and its due in a week and a bit. So I'm safe on that one.
Business. Ah. There's another problem. I've done two pages on it out of a possible....oh, lets say...eight. A title page and an intro. And that's it. IT'S JUST SO BORING!! But my lifesaver could just be a little website called Wikipedia. I love copy and paste. Although that's copyright infringement, and I can go to juvie for that (lol). So I won't copy and paste. I'll copy, paste, and change very slightly the wording. They'll never notice. :D
So that's it for now. I'll be back after these messages.
Actually there are no messages, I just wanted it to sound like a TV show. Pathetic, I know. Lol.
Oh, and Tim? Callin says she wants a honeymoon in Brazil.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Twilight: for readers who think having a plot was soooo last year....
To make this clear to anyone who have only just started to read this blog (and that will probably be all of 3 people), I DON'T LIKE TWILIGHT. Really don't like it. I won't go so far as to say I hate it......actually, I will go so far as to say I hate it.So, for your enjoyment (or unenjoyment (if that's a word) depending on whether you agree with me or not) I will show a lovely short comic to illustrate why Twilight should not be called "literature".
Oh, and for anyone who agrees with me, you can go here fro all your Twilight-sucking needs. http://twilightsucks.com/
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Ah. Hmmm. Right. Ok.
I don't really know what to write, actually. Ummm....
Ummm....
Ah! I know!
Some little kids from up my street just called me an asshole. I was cracking up and they got really annoyed. It was soooooo funny. I don't really know why they called me an asshole. Meh. Kids don't make sense sometimes.
Lol.
Ummm....
Ah! I know!
Some little kids from up my street just called me an asshole. I was cracking up and they got really annoyed. It was soooooo funny. I don't really know why they called me an asshole. Meh. Kids don't make sense sometimes.
Lol.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Revolutionary
This is the first draft of my short story. You know? The one that I said was about street racing. Well, it's not anymore. It's set in the French Revolution in 1790. Main character is called Pierre De Leurs. But I won't give away any more. Here it is.
Revolutionary
By Matt
The four grey, stone walls enclosed Pierre De Lèurs. Candles softly lit the small interrogation room. Pierre watched the flickering shadows dance across the ceiling as they illuminated his hard features. There were no windows to the outside world, so he could not tell what time of day it was.
The year was 1790. France was in a state of turmoil, after King Louis XVI was thrown out of the palace, and a revolution had begun. Pierre was in the thick of it, fully supporting the king and rebelling against the new regime, along with a few other supporters.
Pierre had been captured and taken to the new government’s headquarters in Paris. Now he was awaiting interrogation by one of the leaders of the new administration, a man named Goustav.
Pierre was snapped out of his trance the sharp sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again. When he opened his dark green eyes he saw that Goustav, accompanied by two rough looking guards, had entered the room.
Goustav was strong, had a firm build, and was quite tall, which added to his frightening persona. If you saw him in a dark alley at night, you would run in the other direction. His appearance helped to make sure that no-one stood against him for long.
The guards took their place at the back of the room just behind the brae wooden chair where Pierre was tightly bound with thick rope. The guards, who each had a black powder musket, were just within striking distance of Pierre.
Goustav stood in front of Pierre and stared him down. Pierre blinked first, and Goustav let out a chuckle.
“Pierre, is it?” questioned Goustav. “So you are the one who has been causing all the trouble?”
Pierre said nothing. Goustav glared at him with his deep brown eyes, and then signalled to the guards. One of them strode forward and swung the butt of his musket into Pierre’s head. It made contact with a crack.
Lights danced and popped in front of Pierre’s eyes. His head felt like it had been split in two. Blood dripped down from the large cut now imprinted onto Pierre’s skull and made his black hair become matted with the crimson liquid.
“When I ask you a question, you answer me,” said Goustav. “Or there will be consequences. Now, let us try this again. Where is the headquarters of the rebellion?”
Pierre’s head throbbed with pain. “Don’t know. Couldn’t tell you,” he answered.
Immediately the guards acted. One of them twisted the chair holding Pierre around to face themselves, then the other one punched Pierre in the stomach, again and again, until Goustav signalled for them to stop. The guards stood to attention and moved back to their places.
Pierre tried to breathe, but couldn’t. The brutal blows had completely incapacitated him.
“Are you getting the picture now, young Pierre?” said Goustav menacingly. “You don’t talk, we hurt you. You do it enough, and we kill you.”
Pierre finally got his breath back and glowered at the vicious leader. He had no choice; he had to cooperate to some extent. But he was loyal to his other rebels, he would hopefully not succumb to the punishment and reveal where they were.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” said Goustav. “Where are the other radicals?”
“Places. Probably somewhere in France,” answered Pierre. His reply dripped with sarcasm.
Goustav tut-tutted. “Wrong answer.”
Once again the guards came forward; and this time they would not be gentle.
Pierre could hardly see. Both his eyes were now black, puffy and swollen. He thought he might have a broken elbow. Every part of his body was screaming in protest at the ruthless beating it had taken.
“Judging by your uncomfortable expression, you seem to be in pain.” Goustav’s observation was an understatement.
“I am going to make you an offer,” said Goustav. “And I would strongly advise that you accept it. You will accept it, or face death. And not by guillotine. Something slow, and painful. Very, very, painful.”
Pierre wasn’t in a position to argue. “What is it?”
“If you tell me everything, locations, people, records…I will let you go, and pretend that you were never part of the rebellion against this new regime.”
Pierre was torn. He was in a massive amount of pain, and wanted this to be over. But he didn’t want to betray his friends. He did not know what to do.
“You have thirty seconds to make up your mind.”
Four days later, Pierre walked down the concrete steps from the building he had been held in into a large courtyard. Many hundreds of people were gathered around a sort of wooden stage. Except instead of actors, there was only a guillotine.
There was a man standing on the scaffolding with his hands tied behind his back. He gave Pierre a pleading look. Pierre looked away with shame.
Suddenly the crowd went slient. Then he heard the shrill shriek of the blade falling towards the man’s neck. He was dead. A roar went up from the gathering. For them, this was entertainment.
Goustav clapped his hand onto Pierre’s shoulder. He flinched. He hadn’t heard him walk up.
“You did the right thing, you know. No-one could have stood up against us for long. You did him a favour by making the end quick.”
Goustav gave Pierre one final glance, then walked away. As the crowd slowly receded and left the courtyard, Pierre felt alone.
He did the right thing?
Pierre De Lèurs wasn’t so sure.
There you go. Did you like it? It's only a first draft, but I'm pretty happy with it. :)
Revolutionary
By Matt
The four grey, stone walls enclosed Pierre De Lèurs. Candles softly lit the small interrogation room. Pierre watched the flickering shadows dance across the ceiling as they illuminated his hard features. There were no windows to the outside world, so he could not tell what time of day it was.
The year was 1790. France was in a state of turmoil, after King Louis XVI was thrown out of the palace, and a revolution had begun. Pierre was in the thick of it, fully supporting the king and rebelling against the new regime, along with a few other supporters.
Pierre had been captured and taken to the new government’s headquarters in Paris. Now he was awaiting interrogation by one of the leaders of the new administration, a man named Goustav.
Pierre was snapped out of his trance the sharp sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again. When he opened his dark green eyes he saw that Goustav, accompanied by two rough looking guards, had entered the room.
Goustav was strong, had a firm build, and was quite tall, which added to his frightening persona. If you saw him in a dark alley at night, you would run in the other direction. His appearance helped to make sure that no-one stood against him for long.
The guards took their place at the back of the room just behind the brae wooden chair where Pierre was tightly bound with thick rope. The guards, who each had a black powder musket, were just within striking distance of Pierre.
Goustav stood in front of Pierre and stared him down. Pierre blinked first, and Goustav let out a chuckle.
“Pierre, is it?” questioned Goustav. “So you are the one who has been causing all the trouble?”
Pierre said nothing. Goustav glared at him with his deep brown eyes, and then signalled to the guards. One of them strode forward and swung the butt of his musket into Pierre’s head. It made contact with a crack.
Lights danced and popped in front of Pierre’s eyes. His head felt like it had been split in two. Blood dripped down from the large cut now imprinted onto Pierre’s skull and made his black hair become matted with the crimson liquid.
“When I ask you a question, you answer me,” said Goustav. “Or there will be consequences. Now, let us try this again. Where is the headquarters of the rebellion?”
Pierre’s head throbbed with pain. “Don’t know. Couldn’t tell you,” he answered.
Immediately the guards acted. One of them twisted the chair holding Pierre around to face themselves, then the other one punched Pierre in the stomach, again and again, until Goustav signalled for them to stop. The guards stood to attention and moved back to their places.
Pierre tried to breathe, but couldn’t. The brutal blows had completely incapacitated him.
“Are you getting the picture now, young Pierre?” said Goustav menacingly. “You don’t talk, we hurt you. You do it enough, and we kill you.”
Pierre finally got his breath back and glowered at the vicious leader. He had no choice; he had to cooperate to some extent. But he was loyal to his other rebels, he would hopefully not succumb to the punishment and reveal where they were.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” said Goustav. “Where are the other radicals?”
“Places. Probably somewhere in France,” answered Pierre. His reply dripped with sarcasm.
Goustav tut-tutted. “Wrong answer.”
Once again the guards came forward; and this time they would not be gentle.
Pierre could hardly see. Both his eyes were now black, puffy and swollen. He thought he might have a broken elbow. Every part of his body was screaming in protest at the ruthless beating it had taken.
“Judging by your uncomfortable expression, you seem to be in pain.” Goustav’s observation was an understatement.
“I am going to make you an offer,” said Goustav. “And I would strongly advise that you accept it. You will accept it, or face death. And not by guillotine. Something slow, and painful. Very, very, painful.”
Pierre wasn’t in a position to argue. “What is it?”
“If you tell me everything, locations, people, records…I will let you go, and pretend that you were never part of the rebellion against this new regime.”
Pierre was torn. He was in a massive amount of pain, and wanted this to be over. But he didn’t want to betray his friends. He did not know what to do.
“You have thirty seconds to make up your mind.”
Four days later, Pierre walked down the concrete steps from the building he had been held in into a large courtyard. Many hundreds of people were gathered around a sort of wooden stage. Except instead of actors, there was only a guillotine.
There was a man standing on the scaffolding with his hands tied behind his back. He gave Pierre a pleading look. Pierre looked away with shame.
Suddenly the crowd went slient. Then he heard the shrill shriek of the blade falling towards the man’s neck. He was dead. A roar went up from the gathering. For them, this was entertainment.
Goustav clapped his hand onto Pierre’s shoulder. He flinched. He hadn’t heard him walk up.
“You did the right thing, you know. No-one could have stood up against us for long. You did him a favour by making the end quick.”
Goustav gave Pierre one final glance, then walked away. As the crowd slowly receded and left the courtyard, Pierre felt alone.
He did the right thing?
Pierre De Lèurs wasn’t so sure.
There you go. Did you like it? It's only a first draft, but I'm pretty happy with it. :)
Anyone who is a regular reader of this blog (and there will probably only be one person) will have realised that I have deleted 2 previous posts. I did this because they contained some sensitive information that, if it got spread around, would be the end of my social life as we know it. Basically social suicide. 
P.S I'm also pissed. Firstly becuase it already got leaked. And second......Tim got an iPod Touch. Before me. I hate my life. (Not really. But at this second, yeah.)
P.S I'm also pissed. Firstly becuase it already got leaked. And second......Tim got an iPod Touch. Before me. I hate my life. (Not really. But at this second, yeah.)
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
It is official....
I have a new favourite song.
It's a cover of a Michael Jackson song, and I liked the original, but I love the cover.
It's "Beat It" by Fall Out Boy featuring John Mayer (he does a guitar solo in the middle). It's soooooo good. I'm listening to it right now actually. The solo is AWESOME!
Very good. Fantastic. Love it.
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