tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88225594371626505352024-03-14T18:30:39.169+10:30Shelf LifeThe observations from my seat on the wall.Mr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-72156574562275661392009-08-31T20:41:00.002+09:302009-08-31T21:31:50.488+09:30Smite for Spite, yet Feed the GreedSince slumming it on the weekend, I have been overly thinking quite a bit about all the troubles that go on in this world.I am not going to bore you with my ideas and opinions. I just think that I myself would like to do more. Make more of a difference and such.I do believe that as a society we are rather blinkard to a lot of things. It's a sad reality. But you can't changed a society, not purely by will. Hhmm, I think I shall change the subject.<br /><br />Ah, I have recently been enlightened into the fascinating literature of Oscar Wilde. 'The Picture of Dorian Gray', at the moment is the section of his works I am reading at the moment. It's quite a splendid tale so far. I also read one of his kids stories, which was quite sweet. Yes, he is pretty much a hero to me now.<br /><br />My aunt is in hospital with a brain hemorrhage. My mum has been crying on and off since Saturday, being as it is her sister. I think the hardest thing is that we have only three phone calls in total, explaining all that's going on. I think my mum would feel better if she could of been there and see what was going on. <br /><br />There isn't much left for me to say.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-72852473494963916532009-08-22T22:19:00.002+09:302009-08-22T23:33:16.655+09:30Unclued, FortnightlyThe funny thing about stereotypes, is that they just cause everyone to hate.<br /><br />It's not quite a riotous laugh kind of funny, but an uneasy kind of, the world is fucked up, funny.<br /><br />Its like, the 'un-cool' use stereotypes to judge and hate upon those who are more socially accepted than themselves, and the 'cool' use stereotypes to make the lowers feel lower.<br /><br />It's a mixture of jealousy and pride. <br /><br /> or maybe I just want to add more reasons to MY hatred.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-82226728773615476652009-08-22T21:34:00.002+09:302009-08-22T21:48:16.164+09:30Malpractise LawsuitI have been a fool in my youth. So full of enthusiasm. So full of naivety. So full of shit.<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder to myself, whats worth all this. Whats worth all that. Who is worth fighting for and who is worth dieing for. No, who is worth fighting against, and for what reason.<br /><br />Then I realise that I am just even more of a fool. I have fought for the wrong people and the wrong reasons, too many times.<br /><br />There is no sanctuary in grief, only more grief.<br /><br />I'm not going to lie. To you or myself, world. I jumped and berated, and when felt attacked tried to defend. Against what, a bigger army. You are no Persian and I am no Greek. This was purely a Thermopylae. Yet without the honour of a failure.<br /><br />Materialist will say look at the gold, realists will say we are just getting old.<br /><br />LOL. WTF.<br /><br />TBH, was that really going to work, fix anything. <br /><br />'I will always dial the K'<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-84338304830380669272009-08-19T19:03:00.001+09:302009-08-19T19:23:15.743+09:30Orange ExtrasGot a partner to formal.<br />I am so happy.<br /><br />I'm slightly distracted by reactions.<br /><br />Jeff Buckley is awesome.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-50281981382548550662009-08-15T15:36:00.002+09:302009-08-15T15:47:59.329+09:30Cold Mooned EyesThere is not much going on in my life really. Just school and its general stresses. <br /><br />I have next year to think about. I have no idea what I am going to be doing. Well, the plan is to work for a year. Then I am going to do some more education.<br /><br />I am a capable, well balanced, smart person who could do well in most jobs or professions. Theoretically. <br /><br />I'm only saying this, to try and convince myself that its not possible that I could become a failure. Which I realistically shouldn't. But the idea that I may never achieve anything is frightening. <br /><br />Really, I need someone to just kick me into gear. But I shouldn't have to need something like that, I should just do what I need to.<br /><br />I am complaining and whining too much.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-74714385019400089632009-08-14T22:12:00.002+09:302009-08-15T00:09:03.685+09:30The DID FactorI am aware of my inconsistent and staggered postings. <br /><br />Gah, I had expected to sit here and write out some stuff. But a) I got distracted by the more exciting aspects of the internet and b) I just don't know what to talk about.<br /><br />I am fascinated with the TV show 'United Stats of Tara', it is absolutely amazing. Its about a wife and mother with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), which means basically, multiple personalities. It goes through her life and the life of her husband and children. The 3 alters of Tara are awesome, and Toni Colette stars, and she is just amazing. <br /><br />What do I have to talk about? HHmm, more continued loneliness. Pfft, nah. <br /><br />I want to act. Like proper full on dramatic acting. On camera, on a TV show, where you have character development and real and raw emotions to release. Not poofty school acting. <br /><br />I realize most people don't have a realistic view of my acting capability, because people haven't seen me at my best, but that is probably a cope out, I don't know. <br /><br />I love interesting characters. Characters that keep[ you interested and like are just entertaining. I hate it when they introduce characters into shows purely as a plot device, but they are so mechanical and with no dynamics. It's not too hard to create characters with a bit of substance. <br /><br />I would love to be one of those legendary characters that gets mentioned over and over again in pop culture. A cult classic. Ah, that would be awesome.<br /><br />Creative and original yet simple stories are usually the most successful. Like a story with a simple concept, a concept that people like, that you stick to, are the ones that are successful. If you start trying to do too much, or start falling away from your beginning idea, people lose interest. <br /><br />Why am I discussing TV stories. I don't know. I need a hobby that doesn't involve me widdling through the ins and outs of television.<br /><br />I love United States of Tara, because it really tries to break some good old stereotypes. Its not a classicly cliched story, its of its own. I don't know, I just love the show. <br /><br />Watch it, 21 30 Wednesdays on ABC1.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-36438739143254079782009-07-31T23:20:00.002+09:302009-07-31T23:32:18.685+09:30A Hop, Skip and A Whiskey BottleI hate knowing that next year I will be free from 12 to 13 years worth of the schooling routine. I think, the knowing, is what is causing me to just mentally breakdown. <br /><br />My parents are always asking me what I want to do, and the thing that I hate is the questions. Even though I know that I would never decide to just turn around and tell them everything, mainly because most of the time I know my thoughts are ridiculous, but also because I just don't like talking to them. My dad does this thing where before I've even made me point he will be giving me other options and I duno my mum just has this way of seeming like she is only asking because she thinks she has to. <br /><br />I've never liked thinking of the future, let alone planning for it. Next year I will theoretically be alone to face the world. Which I hate thinking about, but need to talk about. <br /><br />I'm trying for a job. Which will probably not pan out how I really hope at all. I am trying all I can to make sure I don't end up in fast food. That will only be if I get to a stage of pure desperation. I keep using the excuse to my parents and myself, that I am too busy working on school work, but realistically the last time I did so much school work that I didn't allow myself time to get on the computer and do fuck all for 4 hours, was about never ago. <br /><br />I will be turning 18 next year. I will be suddenly given a lot more responsibility. But I will also be legally allowed where ever I like in the city or what not. I am actually looking forward to the idea of spending a night on the town sometime. Which I think is natural for a simple 17 year old boy. I'm not yet a man, :).<br /><br />The future looks a sort of bluey green colour.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-37270138867730104612009-07-31T23:02:00.002+09:302009-07-31T23:19:54.477+09:30Demoralised NetworksPrison Break should of ended at the end of season two I reckon. Most people say it would of been best to end it at the end of season one, but I think that you'd still need to know what happens afterwards. I mean, would they just leave the audience to make up there own mind. Evidently, they have decided to drag the story an extra 2 seasons too far. Dam big shot money grubbing douchebags destroying perfectly good television. <br /><br />You should never what TV with me. I talk through it. I will put in my little two cents, and the only person I know who seems to atleast humour me, is my brother Joe. I'll say what I have to say about certain characters and the emotions in certain scenes and how good I think it is and why. My brother reckons I should be a TV critic. That's probably because he would prefer me to leave him to watch TV in piece, but I don't think that's going to happen.<br /><br />What enjoy in some good TV, is peoples attempts to break social norms. Since I absolutely detest stereotypes and any form of 'cultural expectations' and the likes, I find it refreshing when shows are different, original and offer a different perspective or emotional response. This attitude is probably why I am still able to watch 'LOST'. <br /><br />There are some great characters out there, that I just love watching. Sometimes it is only the existence of one character that will make me watch a series. I love story lines that are not only cutting edge, but also full of depth. <br /><br />What I am sick of though, are these annoying Teen Drama/Comedies, pointless Cop Dramas and shows that don't seem to be able to commit to there basic story concept. What I would love to see are some dead beat poor low life teens trying to get by while one parent is in jail and the other one is an alcoholic, I want to see some shows that have heart and a soul. Not shows designed purposely to build an audience, only to disappoint after sweeps week. <br /><br />I love TV, but sometimes is kills me.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-33170896118686328222009-07-31T22:46:00.002+09:302009-07-31T23:02:21.500+09:30Gay MarriageI don't know what I want out of the world anymore. <br /><br />I don't believe in the sanctity of marriage. There is no spirituality in it anymore. People get married for money, for power, for simply to get married, for the sake of a pregnancy, for publicity, for the gifts and in all of that the romance can be lost. There is no more love left in the idea of marriage. 50% of marriages end in divorce. The other 50% are surviving barely and only through denial, or for the children, the money and/or the vows they so forcefully try to commit to. There is a thing called an open marriage, where people have sex with other people. Some people stay married while the husband has a mistress. Wives and husbands have been known to kill there spouses because they couldn't handle being with them. <br /><br />Yet, here in this world where we pretend to hold on to the values of marriage. There are hundreds upon thousands of hopeful individuals who could easily bring back the sanctity that people so openly want to hold on to. The real love, is in the people who are still together after 30/40/50 years of discrimination and ridicule. Who just want that simple option of the true spirituality that so many people have. Maybe not even the spiritual bond, but rather a legal bond. Classify them legally as people trying to spend the rest of there lives together. In a world where arranged marriages controls a whole culture of people, we can't look beyond our hypocritic nose and see the bigger picture. <br /><br />I don't see that justification, and I don't understand the reasoning at all. You can shout to me god's name, but if you must, then shout it as well to all those people who have those marriages, yet commit adultery, yet only marry for money, those who divorce, those who launder money from there spouses, all those people that use the everyday legal system to wipe every cent they can from a husband or wife they had for 3 years. If you want to tell me that God doesn't want this, then I want to see you fighting against all the rest of it, otherwise you can take your contradictory half bait idealistic bullshit and shove it where the sun don't shine.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-86725737668488455862009-07-15T19:50:00.002+09:302009-07-15T20:10:17.384+09:30The Death of DobbyI haven't blogged for a while, and even though I know no one noticed nor even cared, I'm still going to treat this post like I have an adoring public that have been so desperately seeking my words. Only doing that, so I feel like there is a purpose to my rambles or simple sentences.<br /><br />Cynicism and an angry family.<br /><br />Just pissed off my brother because I am on the computer, and I said he can't go on yet, because this dam box of lights and wires has been giving me the shits and I had to restart it.<br /><br />I am tired and depleted, and I have to go.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-29123091637341719862009-06-17T20:53:00.002+09:302009-06-17T20:56:55.701+09:30To You, Of Hope And LifeI wish we were closer, me and you. You and I. <br /><br />We have a surprisingly large amount of history together. With its fair amount of ups and downs. But I still think that in the end, I like spending time with you.<br /><br />Yet, I wish we were that little bit closer. Just that enough that makes me important to you, and you to me. Hhhmm.<br /><br />Maybe, one day, it may happen. In some cases I could see us making more of something. I duno. It shall all depend.<br /><br />Let it be known, that I think of you highly as a friend.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-50411922224330822922009-06-17T20:12:00.002+09:302009-06-17T20:26:37.402+09:30A Flirtatious Invitation To Say So TooI find it difficult to comprehend this, but I do think I love him. <br /><br />LOL. Love is too strong a word for any such thing as this.<br /><br />No love involved in this, simply a statement of affection.<br /><br />You were lost in a war of one emotion verse the rest. No one understood the reasons, least of all that one of surety in word. It was a timid illusion that first brought me to you. Yet a believe that more was being said. You come closer than most, but I am in no way sure of if you know. The sugar is lost in this and the ideas shall stay so too. Even if nothing else makes sense, I understand that look.<br /><br />Stop what you are thinking, and try again once the bell has gone.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-85680410038145292612009-06-17T19:29:00.002+09:302009-06-17T20:04:47.092+09:30Persephone and The Pomegranate SeedsIt feels like it has been a while since I have blogged. Realistically it was Saturday and today is Wednesday, so the time isn't that far apart. But then again, in that time there was the Twitpocolypse and a number of other internet events, so hhmmm. <br /><br />Whats been going on? I haven't had a good nights sleep in the past 10 days atleast. Each night I have lain awake thinking about nothing. (Lain? Is that a word) <br /><br />Classics has been entertaining lately. I have been re discovering the Greek Myths I had been taught years and years ago. Pandora's Box being my favouritist of all Myths. It makes me chuckle a little when I read the different versions of Pandora's Box on the internet, and they all end with the exact same word, 'Hope'. Every single one of them just ends with that word. <br /><br />Well, like its more than just that word, but every last sentence has that word at the end. <br /><br />Also, Prometheus, the immortal that gave man fire. The man who was punished by being chained to a mountain, while a giant eagle ate his liver. Only for it to regrow again through the night, to then be eaten the next day. Ah, the greek gods were brilliant at creating punishments.<br /><br />I never get touched. <br /><br />LOL, not in a sexual weird kind of way, but just in general. Even like shoulder touching or like hugs or anything. No form of physical contact. With guys that is. Never anything, nothing. I got touched on the back the other day, which was kind of odd. But it made me consider the last time I had been, just touched. <br /><br />Sometimes I would just like a few hugs. Just to remind me that I'm still cared for and such. But like, ah, I don't know. I can't explain it now. Such a distant relationship I seem to have with my friends. Why? What is this?<br /><br />I know of times when I have not been invited to things, and then I consider why, and even then I can't understand it. Here I am, everyday. I try. I don't understand people sometimes. I truly lose my mind. It hurts now and again, otherwise I am just senseless. I have to be.<br /><br />I now sound whiney and all crazy. I just feel much more lonely now a days, because I just realise all the time how little people acknowledge me as a person. Ok, I shall stop now, because I don't know what I am saying anymore. I have gone over what I mean.<br /><br />I often feel left out, or like I am not quite in enough. Which I don't understand. <br /><br />I want people to just be honest with me.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-52182382780386505632009-06-13T22:18:00.004+09:302009-06-14T00:15:20.215+09:30Lights Out. The Road Is Darker When The Sun Isn't Quite Up.I don't know what I think.<br /><br />I've had the 'Create Post' screen open for the past 5 hours, and had only wrote that ^. It's 11 26 pm. Too late for coherent thought.<br /><br />Time has passed and now its 12:11<br /><br />I have been reading on the internet, stories of people coming out to there parents. I am feeling the desire to do it soon.<br /><br />Maybe.<br /><br />Again, a sharp bite of lonliness this weekend. Ah well.<br /><br />That rain drop that landed on my cheek, that felt like a tear, was too comforting.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-24563015080938871162009-06-11T16:34:00.002+09:302009-06-11T18:04:36.232+09:30Hog1N1My little pun for the hole influenza epidemic.<br /><br />I was happy enough to enjoy a lovely cup of tea after school today. Even though it had a very high number of sugar scoops, I still felt good having it. It was warming and delicious. I love it sweet.<br /><br />I am considering how ironic it is, that atm Australia is cold. If I think of how ridiculous that would have sounded back in England, then yes it is quite ironic for me to be sitting around in my new Seniors 2009 jacket. <br /><br />I haven't got much more to add to this post. I am simply coming up with stuff from nothing, and am hoping that people will still respect that I am still trying to say something. <br /><br />Hopefully I should do well on my Classical Studies essay, since I have been working hard on it. I've written some very nice sentences, that I am quite proud of. <br /><br />Might get another brew before I make Taco's for dinner.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-52430777897193310552009-06-10T21:40:00.002+09:302009-06-10T22:28:05.328+09:30EuripidesI have so much to say. <br /><br />If you want to know, you should ask.<br /><br />If you really care, you should keep asking.<br /><br />I am unsure of who I trust. My trusting varies between the selected. Yet they often do things that make me wonder why they were even considered. Like I have so many choices, but still. <br /><br />Love is too far a way, I would have to run to get there in time, and even then The wall would stop me.<br /><br />'Is it patronising to give a starving man your left overs'<br /><br />That was a topic of conversation I had the other night with my dad, when he told me to give my food to the homeless. I said, well its patronising for us to give them our scraps and unwanted food, when we have fresh un used food in the pantry. Which I think is true. We are only giving it to them because we don't want it, when realistically we could give them better stuff. Just because they would accept it, doesn't mean we should limit them to only getting that. My dad says he sees them eating out a bin, so they would truly love our left over quiches. I just thinks its quite morally un just for my dad to believe that giving a man our left overs is 'right', when really its just us trying to justify for our pleasures and luxuries.<br /><br />There is nothing I can do now to help those 'less fortunate' that won't completely contradict what I just said. The justifying of us having luxuries and such, by giving to those with less than us.<br /><br />Anyways.<br /><br />Been talking to newer and newer people. Loosing track. No hope for any love.<br /><br />I was in the city on Sunday. A prospect had arose, but it stood me up. That was fun, standing outside Haighs chocolate shop for 40 minutes, waiting to see if he would turn up. Which, evidently, he didn't. I saw some interesting people. At one point I looked across at the Darrel Leas Chocolate shop and saw another guy waiting around for someone, I considered going across and asking if he himself had been stood up, and I conjured a whole fantasy of what would happen and such. Then he got a phone call, smiled to himself and walked away determinately. Shame that.<br /><br />My desires for certain things are chopping and changing. I'm not sure what I want, really. I want that, and that, and sometimes that. I want you, right there. Oh, yes I really want you. No, I want you to want me. LOL.<br /><br />Theoclymenus the King of Egypt<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-53138050825280573802009-06-04T09:01:00.002+09:302009-06-04T20:30:45.936+09:30India Made Me This Wine. You Are The Wind.My head is in pain. It was, and still kind of resembles the consistency of pudding. YAY! I recommend to all of you to never get a Migraine. Not my kind of Migraines. That are almost replicas of a stroke. Woot. <br /><br />Dark Chocolate did this too me.<br /><br />I spent most of yesterday in my bed, in the darkness. Thinking about nothing. Sleeping and dreaming. Hoping it would end. <br /><br />Your pale skin makes your features stand out. <br /><br />I am alone in the mac labs on Thursday morning. Everything is exciting. I don't know what I want anymore. A silent desire.<br /><br />______________________<br /><br />That was this morning, it did not post when I was at school, so now it is 7 43pm on the same Thursday, LOL. I am in my jumper and pajama bottoms. Tis a very comfortable sensation. I also have no socks on. LOL. I am an old man. <br /><br />It's alright to be insane when the doves are still roosting on your head.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-10983093110548403962009-06-02T16:44:00.002+09:302009-06-02T17:27:53.240+09:30Oscar Wilde, Elton John and Rupert EverettI did not, in the end, complete my quota. I did though, have what felt like at the time, a very shitty birthday. Looking back, it was still shit, but I have gone past it now. I have vented as much as I can, and now don't have any desire to blog about it. <br /><br />I am now, going to take a bit more of a break from the blogging. No more over the top posting, obnoxiously crapping on about nothing. Just a bit more of a rarer occasion. Nah, not quite that less. But atleast putting a bit of divide between each post and such.<br /><br />Dammit, I need someone to text. A person that will be interesting to talk to, and who will get people wondering. Will get me wondering. Offering some hope again. But instead I get people popping in and out. Straight people are like a gay mans Mount Everest. LOL. <br /><br />Don't patronize me with idle chit chat, be honest with me. Tell me what you think is going on. Don't sit there with your theories about me, and never take into action the possibilities of truth. Honest is the best policy. Honesty is my policy. I shall be honest, as long as you are. <br /><br />My head is going crazy. Some of the things that are going on. Jumbalia! <br /><br />Do you know what I loved about skins right. Was the way they put a spin on love and homosexuality. It was not a gay man wanting a straight man, but rather a straight girl after a gay man. It offered the same kind of emotions and impossibilities, but it was a completely different story. Of course the girl was a psycho stalker, but still the emotions behind it were very honest and genuine and such. <br /><br />Rarely do I like to blog about my inner queer thoughts. It's just not the way I like things to go. But lately they have been the subject of many quarrels in my mind. I hate how empty my pool of possibilities is. It's depressing, and lonely. Ah well. <br /><br />I shall do as Mitch said and keep my head up. <br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-6841005676377130812009-05-29T20:06:00.002+09:302009-05-29T20:30:34.450+09:30AimlessI do hate stupid people.<br /><br />LOL. 2 days til my birthday, should be good.<br /><br />I am 8 away from my quota, and after this post 7. I may do it. Hopefully. I would feel good about it, even though I did destroy any credibility I have. LOL.<br /><br />My party tomoro, I wonder what will happen.<br /><br />Ask me a question about yourself?<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-80892738567660303442009-05-29T19:25:00.002+09:302009-05-29T19:57:21.330+09:30An Introduction of The AlphabetYAY. A new person. One that could of been a prospect previously, but one I had not taken the chance to go for. I am concerned about the number of arrogant people out there, and so get very disconsolate with people sometimes.<br /><br />He shall futurally been known as: Zed. LOL<br /><br />LOL, frivolity. <br /><br />I have been a facebook friend of Zed for a while now. But haven't really tried talking to him. Then tonight I was like, screw it, i'm saying hi. Through IM ofcourse. I then added his myspace and msn, and now we are talking. Good fun.<br /><br />Only one defining detail, his orientation. oop.<br /><br />Hmm, Mr A as well. Could be a good night. I shall work on finding out what kind of type Zed is into, lol. I am a loser. WOOHOOO He is bi. YAY.<br /><br />Now it gets personal. <br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-8651507404313259262009-05-29T18:11:00.002+09:302009-05-29T18:59:45.954+09:30Each Song Is Sung For You But Only I Am ListeningYou make the world look so much more attractive.<br /><br />I hope to one day be like you.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-28634527758131417562009-05-29T16:18:00.002+09:302009-05-29T17:53:05.651+09:30Garlic Bread and FantaOk, so my mother is out tonight, having spent most of the day out drinking wine, on a wine tour around the barossa. Fun. This means I am going to have to help lug her drunk ass around the place.<br /><br />2 days til my birthday, I am quite excited. I am hoping to get lots of money and love. LOL. <br /><br />Can you really test insanity?<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-68514462541603544242009-05-29T09:21:00.002+09:302009-05-29T09:52:48.280+09:30Our New Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcokS4Ar1U5ZtOfJPUTA11qWrvMXzqW_yukypfaCV-QPmZ_TRIhF3JHgZq7XBCSq53j1UNPPy1vok-eIcpqkj6N6vjYnDuCztG0VFMwjUr81Xzz-UWrir8PNGkLmaEzuBItalcmkOSJTVo/s1600-h/swastika.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcokS4Ar1U5ZtOfJPUTA11qWrvMXzqW_yukypfaCV-QPmZ_TRIhF3JHgZq7XBCSq53j1UNPPy1vok-eIcpqkj6N6vjYnDuCztG0VFMwjUr81Xzz-UWrir8PNGkLmaEzuBItalcmkOSJTVo/s320/swastika.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341027012556999634" /></a><br /><br />The Swastika. <br /><br />Apparently my school is the home of white loving, black hating, asian beating neo nazi's, who for some reason felt it was just to decorate the school with obnoxious racial hatred, and discriminative threats. <br /><br />It got me thinking, about racial divides and such. How, even though America just elected a black/african american president, it hasn't changed the way people think, still holding on to there stereotypes. We still have our presumptions and invented opinions. <br /><br />These people that said 'kill gooks' and 'niggas die' don't even understand what kind of ground they are setting for everyone around them. They are the shit of this earth. Small minded, petty, little derelicts who don't know the first thing about common human decency. <br /><br />They make me sick.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-18267627382014069962009-05-29T09:06:00.002+09:302009-05-29T09:19:11.517+09:30Woolworths in BlackwoodI AM SELFISH! All I do is think of myself. Of course my birthday party gives me no right to ask. Can't make 10 pizza's, thanks anyways.<br /><br />I always hate this week. <br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822559437162650535.post-10507312169209881402009-05-28T11:25:00.002+09:302009-05-28T11:27:20.592+09:30Crumple Zone3 DAYS! <br /><br />She still don't trust me. She is annoying me now. Youngens and there believes of maturity. Tell me I act like a year 9. <br /><br />Thats right.<br /><br />xxMr Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07362515001678725640noreply@blogger.com0