tales of circus and sciatica

so.... i went and took Stevo to the circus last thursday night... it was AWESOME.. (as expected)..
people flying about in the air.. human springboards... little asian boys with flying bowls... what more could i ask for??
wellll.. it was all good except for the crazy lud mofos sitting next to me. I swear i was on the verge of gafa taping the moles mouth shut. She could not stop herself from carrying on.. laughing and carrying on EVERY. SINGLE. MINUTE. her claps wernt normal.. they sounded like thunder claps echoing in my ear drum.. her partner was just as bad.. stamping his feet instead of clapping..

saturday morning... i woke up with shooting pain running down my lower back.. and continuing down my leg.. bringing me to tears... i was in a state of absolute distress.. crying out for my mum.. and leaning on macho stevo to carry me about...

so... as my regular gp was fully booked... i had to go to some random one in rosstrata... OMFG..
i walked into the clinic and it was a sesspool of miserable sick ppl.. there was some dude that looked like he just had his face punched in .. blood was still dripping from a cut eye... there was some girl in pyjamas hacking her lungs out... a grumpy old man and a quiet looking girl (i suspected she had woman problems)... and of course me... the limping whimpering foool. =(
This was the weirdest surgery i had ever been to.. i had to avoid having eye contact with that bloodied mess...whilst listening to the opera music in the background.. and trying to not eavesdrop on the conversation of the old gossipy secretary... WHILST trying to hold myself together....

welll... finally.. it was my time to see the doc... and what does he do.. tells me to bend and stretch.. bends and stretches me more... to the point where im brought to tears.. he asks a few questions and then hurriedly hands me a prescription and tries to rush me out the door... i was like... EXCUUUUUSE me doc.. do u mind EXPLAINING wtf is wrong with me before u try drugging me up?? sheeet,.. lucky my mum came with me.. prodding the doctor with questions... it was almost like begging the dude to try explain what was going on....

blehh.. he gave me some medication which didnt do crappy all.. so by night time i decided that a trip to the hopsital was necessary...

all i can say... no wonder theres a shortage of hospital beds... theres so many fkt up ppl in perth. Half of the people that were at the hospital at the time were either there because they were crack or drunk. Its such a shame that staff and resources are stretched for people like this..

Well... all i can say... after spending two hrs in the hospital... it proved fruitless.. yet informative.. the dr told me that i was experiencing symptoms of sciatica... my lower back was shooting up in pain.. and in turn.. this pain ran down the back of my right leg.. most likely due to a protusion/some kind of inflammation of the vertebral disc.. which is putting pressure on my sciatic nerve... i was send home to rest.. all i wanted was norphine to take the pain away... was that too much to ask...

DAmn... its now tuesday.. and the pain doesnt seem to get any better.. Im lying down every 5 minutes whilst typing this blog.. i cant even sit for prolonged periods without feeling shooting pain.. but ive managed to drive around to get my CT scan.. ive managed to walk around the shops to get snacks.. IM A FIGHTER.. aint no sciatica gonna get the better of me..
now pass me em pain killers.... =S

facebook

Just when i thought those old high school mates could be lost from memory and forgotten... coz lets face it... i just don't give a toss about some of them.. THEY EMERGE FROM WITHIN THE CYBER REALM...

first it was friendster... now.. its the new generation.. FACEBOOK.. what with its blood sucking goodness... little aquariums of virtual aquatic wildlife and other such gadgets....

Its so damn time consuming... ...

thats all i have to say for now... i got more facebook to conquer

on the track to becoming a ninja...

i went out last night to dinner with kilson, kwun, yola and olly...

To the point.... olly told us stories of how he trained to be a ninja..
I sat in awe..

I too want to become a ninja..
Then he told us that he could run 1.2k in 4 minutes...

Kimmye saw the gleam in my eye when he said this... actually.. she saw the gleam and the determination...

My new goal... to beat this wannabe ninja freak..

I timed myself tonight.... 6minutes 30....

so friggin far.....

so abc..

i went to my second madarin class over at tafe today... moving from a sat morning (which i found impossible to wake up up in time to).. to wed night.

The white dude infront of me absolutely pissed all over me.
He can read.. memorise.. and understand the shit he's saying..
Deserves a bloody round of applause...

Definately put me to shame...

...

I saw him from across the room watching me. There seemed to be aura eminating from him, attracting me towards him.
I confidantly edged towards him, with friend on cue, latched to arm, for moral support...

It was within the first week of getting to know each other that i realised that this was the beginning of something beautiful.

A year passes, allowing the bond to grow, the comfort levels to rise, the trust to mould, the love to flourish and the interest to never feign..

One night, in the span of an hour, our world comes to a standstill. His actions, thoughtless and inconsiderate, bring him down to his knees. It had not sunken in, that like everyone else, he was not invincible.

I cried most of yesterday, not out of sadness, but out of fear. Fear of losing the one that means the world to me. My best friend and soul mate. The fear of not knowing, but being told of the worst. The events of the weekend moved from bad to worse.. It made me realise how much he had take things for granted. It is not merely enough to be punished, but to learn from the punishments. Should the learning not take effect, the dire result is inevitable. Seems simple enough, right?

We wait in anticipation. Praying for the best, not thinking about the worst. I know that eveything will pan out alright...

hrm... days of old

its funny...
I think i've run out of ammo... or at least... conviction.. to party..
Once upon a time.. i would go out... at the drop of a hat... even after finishing work at 1-2am.. (hehe crazy burswood homies)

Nowadays... getting me out of the house and into a club.. is almost a rare occurence and quite an effort..
I miss going out.. but i don't.. it's like. i've been there.. done that..
So then what???

I spent the weekend before last, on a saturday night.. playing cs for 3 or 4 hours..
I can't remember the last time i spent so long on a game.. without me realising..
I coud've made it to metros... but then... i didn't go...
And i don't quite know if its becoz if i go... the bf will want to go too.. and usually... when he goes..
some sort of crazy trouble brews.. not really of his own accord either..

I ended up having a cs nightmare that night... there was some jap chick in a balaclava that wanted to knife me and my family. I ended up shooting her point blank with my rifle. Saved my family and the house. Only to see a whole shiet load of terrorists inching towards the house. I then decided to go to the toilet. Coz i thought that it would take a long time to kill the lot of them, and i was busting. I then woke up.... touched my self.. just to check that i hadnt accidently pissed my self... (and no i didnt)

hrm..

the weekend just passed... i cbf going to val's bday (which sounded.. well.. trashy - been there done that)... so i didn't..
And on the sat night... i went out to the movies on a double date with a mate to watch harry potter.
I felt kinda pathetic after (coz i didnt really love the movie)... so convinced the gang to drink my sorrows over at the flying scotsman..

was it becoz i over did it in melb/syd... that i just dont feel the itch to club and party hard like i used to?? or maybe over did it by the time i'd reached 21... And although i can say.. u know.. i've been there... blind drunk... to the point where i cant recall a single thing past a particular point... and done that.. drunk a half bottle of vodka straight within the space of getting picked up to getting dropped off at the club... it is the not point. Its not about doing the same old thing week in week out. It about having fun. Is it possible that drinking is no longer high on my agenda?? Is it possible that i've found ways to have fun without getting drunk??? I think no.. getting drunk is always, and always be a blast.. (i think so.. ) but then again, yes, maybe i have found other ways to entertain myself.. or has settling in with stevo tamed me down??

Just to be sure.. i think i need a good night out.
Starts this fri night. After work drinks at rosie's...
pity about the weather tho

u wanna know what really grinds my gears????

heres to me as i rant over the ways of my world...

What really grinds my gears..

Ppl who chose to continually pump the cross walk button whilst impatiently waiting for the pedstrian man to turn green.
ONCE is suffice nig. Its not gonna change any faster. If i was that button. I would just let u wait another 2 mins. Just for GRINDING my gears.

them young ones that think they look so COOL chuffing their fags and riding their bmx bikes. Pull up ur emo jeans and get some clean underwear on moite..

ridiculously stubborn ppl that cant get their mind around the fact that... the truth STINKS. I'd like to dedicate this to a colleague of mine. Shes preggers, with what the dr has told her is a girl. Her and her partner want a boy. She wants a girl merely for the fact "that she can have the first kid to carry on the family name". Apparently in her family, the first born male is the most important. After the news of the childs gender, she went on to another gp, only to b told the same news. She still doesnt believe them. Cheers to her if she prove em wrong. One more thing to add. In this family, when one of the couples found out that they were with child, the other couples followed suit. Its all abt having what the other has in this family. Thats what grinds my gears. Family competition. Even over having a child. Pathetic.
Also.. back to the unborn child. Its ur flesh and blood. Dont hate it just coz it wasnt born the right gender... this truth should never stink. Smile n b happy. And stop grinding these gears of mine.

pay-per-view WWE/ECW/RAW matches. Stevo pays bloody enough for foxtel, without having to pay to watch special telecast wrestling matches.

really impatient ppl. Example. I was waiting in line to ask a few questions regardingmy hbf membership. (as i find i cant seem to articuate myself very well over the phone - i like to go in in-person).. theres this biatch in the line that couldnt stop tsk-ings and tapping her feet and fidgetting. JUST GET OUT OF THE FRIGGIN LINE IF U CANT HACK THE WAIT. Before i kick yo booty out the door with my wound up gears...

telemarketers. Well.. who doesn't. But these days, when i pick up the fone... i don't get the sound of freshly made curry on the other line... lately ive gotten an american sounding machine recording that says.. "please hold onto the line. There is someone that wishes to speak to you regarding an important matter" .... F U you yank machine. How dare you waste my time, making ME wait while i get transfered to the curry vendor...

(sorry if i've offended any indians out there. Its just that 99% of the time, the telemarketers i've had are indian. I call indians curries.. curry munchers even... Crunchers for short.)

Disorganised ppl. Nothing peeves me more than ppl that don't have a clue of the important things that they involve themselves in/others in. If you organise a get together/trip... and then CANCEL... please inform all the ppl you;ve invited. We cant read ur mind.

Anonymous random msgs that ask me how i am, tell me of how long i havent seen anon, and if im free to catch up with them, Who is this? And y are u too chicken shit to CALL? and why after so long do you chose to msg me? What do u want from me... ? Sometimes... these msgs are seriously purely random. From persons i dont know. I think. Im never too sure as i've never replied. Dont grind my gears even more by making me lose credit just msging back dear random.

The fat kid that decided to jump in the elevator. I thought it was gona break. Then i thought i was gonna break him.
Lucky for him it was my stop.

Ppl that do up excels. This doesnt reallygrind my gears exactly. I think its funny.... now that i think abt it.. Ha! tossers...

Ppl that chose to type like this. I think kimmye knows what i mean. It Is ThE AzN kEwT thiNg to Do lahh.
i waNa eAt αρρℓє.. вαиg вαиg вαиg... 4nd hav3 a n1c3 n4p. There is no friggin NEED to decorate ur bloody sentences fools. English is a complicated enough language without you fucking about with fancy charcters and substituting numbers for letters.

i think thats enough for now. I gotta calm myself down now after unleashing some of my pet peeves.

p.s. Thank you peter griffin, for starting me off on my 'grind my gears" crusade