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Post by *Herry* on Nov 30, 2005 18:19:45 GMT -5
There are still many questions that need answering, so...you know what to do!
What do you want to finish or do before 2005 ends?
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Post by Koalapupu on Dec 2, 2005 8:48:21 GMT -5
I wuw this thread!
I would love to finish my first draft of the ogre known as master's thesis. However, it looks very unrealistic because of the amount of other writing work I've had (for work), but next week, as I won't be having that much activity on that field, I'll make a fresh-ish start and try to keep the thesis-engine going until the end of the year and see where we get!
If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go and what would you want to do there?
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Post by ♥Mary♥ on Dec 2, 2005 19:23:34 GMT -5
LOL, there is no way I can answer that with one specific answer...
So I'll skip the question and just take this moment to comment that Jenni, your custom wording under your avatar CRACKED ME UP! lmao!
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Post by *Herry* on Dec 5, 2005 3:39:31 GMT -5
bahaha!!  Without a doubt, Jenni! |
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Post by Hellfire on Dec 5, 2005 7:49:31 GMT -5
I would go to Europe - first Netherlands and then UK. because i've always loved the praeries of Ireland and i'd love to visit Scotland and Wales. not to mention London's about the bestest city i've never visited and i can do a lot, i mean a lot of studying on the beginning of organized societies in western europe, particularly the druids and the celts, who've always fascinated me to no end.
if you had the chance to make one dream come true, which one would it be and why?
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Post by Mildred on Dec 7, 2005 3:02:03 GMT -5
I'm going to manipulate the question a little and be devious...My wish would be to give my clients the wishes they have asked for in the books they have written in my writing class. They are some of the most beautiful and selfless requests and given what they have been through nothing would bring me greater joy than to watch their esteem glows as they made a difference. Sorry to be mushy, but I've had a hell of a day trying to defeat bureaucratic evil and these bright buttons are the reason I can keep going to work every morning.
If you could put a compassionate human heart in someone's chest, who would you choose and what impact would you hope to create?
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Post by Hellfire on Dec 7, 2005 18:09:46 GMT -5
George W. Bush and on a personal level, some people i've been unfortunate to meet during my life. The impact i wish it could create? hmm, make the world a better place. for myself and everyone.
If you could've written a song, which song would it've been and why?
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Post by redcloud on Dec 8, 2005 3:48:18 GMT -5
A: There are soo many songs I'd like to have written! I'll go for Nirvana's Radio-Friendly Unit Shifter. A song comes from such diverse ways that it's difficult to imagine having written it. It comes from an artist's mind. It's the result of his songwriting craftsmanship, his experiences in life, his past hurts, the demons he's haunted by and so on.
Q: Choose a memory and the song that is linked to it and tell us about them.
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Post by *Herry* on Dec 8, 2005 19:16:44 GMT -5
aaah, I love musicy questions  Q: Choose a memory and the song that is linked to it and tell us about them. Songs and perfumes always remind me of good times. Ok, so out of my huge memory database, I choose the following: (Just Like) Starting Over by John Lennon. It is attached to a unit mum was living in many many moons ago. I remember the unit being very poky, and on Grey Street! There were a lot of John Lennon & Bruce Springsteen tapes kicking around, and I remember mum putting on her tape of 'The John Lennon Collection'. The three of us (mum, sis and I) were dancing to a lot of the songs on the album, but I do remember we re-wound this one quite a few times! It was a lot of fun  I'm gonna repeat this question, cos it's great and I wanna hear more stories. Please, lol. |
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Post by Hellfire on Dec 9, 2005 21:56:04 GMT -5
hmm... Fiona Apple's "Love Ridden" because i was listening to it this morning. i relate it to christmas last year, i don't remember the exact date, but it was late december and i got up at about 5 in the morning, everything was dark - i was meeting some friends across town (i was in Berlin at the time) at 7 so i got up a bit too early. i showered, had breakfast and brought my cd into the kitchen where my stereo was. i popped in and it played all the way through Love Ridden. it stopped right there on the repeat button and my heart stopped right there with it. you have no idea how depressing Fiona can be until you've sat in the dark by yourself for two hours thinking your world has come to an end and wanting to scream while no one cares to listen. i was lost and confused and had no idea what to do. it was especially hard on me because that had never happened to me before - on any level at all - and my entire support system was an ocean away from me. funny how little things can have such a big effect on us some times... in retrospect i'd been through much harder stuff before. wish i had remembered it then.
oy helsie! one more: Kate Bush's "A Coral Room" reminds me of a day loooooooong time ago when i went to a pool party with friends. we stayed by the pool all day long and when it started to get dark everyone moved inside the house to carry on with it (it was great, there was a 36-inch screen tv playing some horror movie and half the people were watching, screaming their asses off while the other half played pool or darts... it was a real lounge room, i loved it). i stayed all alone by the pool with my feet in the water watching the sunset. as it gets dark, it gets colder outside and the water gets warm, so my feet were all fuzzy and i laid by the poolside, put one hand in the water and eventually dug in (cuz it got really cold out) and went on watching the sunset. all by myself. while the party buzz was far in the distance. i felt left ouside but in a really good way.
"put your hand over the side of the boat.... what do you feel?"
ok, another question:
If you can still remember when you were the happiest in your life, when was it and did you know back then that that was real happiness?
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Post by *Herry* on Dec 10, 2005 6:11:54 GMT -5
I love that 'Coral' memory, Paulsie. In fact, (and I blame the wine for this) there was a tear in my eye as I was reading it! Urgh, there will always be a little cloud sleeping on my tongue. Thanks for sharing, though |
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Post by lilyella on Dec 13, 2005 10:06:00 GMT -5
If you can still remember when you were the happiest in your life, when was it and did you know back then that that was real happiness? I am the happiest of my life right now...with my daughter here and safe and gorgeous. And yes, I know that it is real happiness.  Question: What was your worst (least favorite, most terrible) year of school and why? |
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Post by Ben on Dec 13, 2005 14:44:39 GMT -5
my worst year in school was either 5 or 6 although my entire primary school years were terrible. got beat up, verbally abused, hated by almost everyone. FUCK!!!!!
what was your best year of school?
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Post by Natasha~ on Dec 13, 2005 14:57:43 GMT -5
^ This semester, by far. I have some remarkable grades thus far...It makes me smile.
Your turn: What is your favorite day of the week and why?
xo
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Post by redcloud on Dec 13, 2005 15:31:17 GMT -5
Saturday because it's far from Monday.
What's your favorite time of the day? why?
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Post by Hellfire on Dec 13, 2005 19:10:23 GMT -5
^dusk because it's neither day nor night.
what's the worst book you've ever read and why?
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Post by Koalapupu on Dec 14, 2005 6:55:10 GMT -5
The older I've gotten, the easier I will put down a book that annoys me. When I was younger I actually would out of book-respect finish what I started. I guess I only met good books then or something.
The worst I've attempted to read was called The Air-conditioned Nightmare by Henry Miller. It's a kind of a travelogue where he goes to "discover" America, but instead complains and complains about every single thing about the US in it. I had to stop reading because I got so very annoyed with his attitude--it's ok to be critical, but to sound like a whining baby is a different matter altogether.
A full disgusting book I read was Bill Bryson's guide to Europe. He apparently tried to be very funny, which in his mind equals sarcastic, and like Miller, was whining and bitching about people and their habits to the point of making himself sound like an ethnocentric bastard. Don't read that book to learn anything about Europe, please.
You start to work in a new office environment. What kind of a coffee mug will you take to work to give an impression of yourself to others? Text, pictures?
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Post by *Herry* on Dec 15, 2005 19:13:41 GMT -5
Oh, Jenni, great, great question. It would definitely be a combination for me, but more picture. My favourite Aussie cartoonist is Michael Leunig. He draws/writes very political/social cartoons, but they are works of genius and the man himself is a very gentle soul. His works are so spot on for the politics of the day. His characters are so painfully human, too. I have sympathy for them! Here's an example:  and one of my favourites (and life-long mantra)   I luff him Q: Ok, if you are giving gifts this year for Christmas, who are you most looking forward to giving to, and why (if you can say)? |
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Post by immortalpudding on Dec 15, 2005 20:02:13 GMT -5
A: Well.. I don't have much of a gift-giving thing going on with all of my friends, but with a few I make them CD mixes each year. This time around I'm most excited for the CD I'm making my friend Colleen, because there's so many bands I wish she'd get into.
Q: What is the most hilarious dream you can remember?
(If you're blanking out you can name someone else's)
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Post by Koalapupu on Dec 16, 2005 6:59:29 GMT -5
During my high school years I wrote down my dreams and therefore can remember them. My funniest/wtf-est, which I might've told people before:
I was in a hospital, my legs were in casts and I was feeling very stiff overall. I was walking around the corridors and went to the children's ward.
Robert Plant and Jimmy Page were giving an acoustic concert (their young selves, not the bloated modern versions) to kids right in front of their beds. I can't remember what Robert was singing about, but suddenly he had this little man made out of clay standing on his palm, and he started to sing to this clay figurine. Then the clay figurine began to dance and all the kids were smiling--as did Jimmy Page, too.
Ok, the hospital setting is kind of depressing, but in the end it was funny!
Which of the next senses would you least want to part with: sense of balance or sense of touch?
(I think they're nowadays official senses?)
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