Field of Daize’s

It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone…

February 26th, 2003

how scary is this?

I am the Charmer

Charm is seduction without sex. Charmers are consummate manipulators, masking their cleverness by creating a mood of pleasure and comfort. Their method is simple; they deflect attention from themselves and focus it on their target. They understand your spirit, feel your pain, adapt to your moods. In the presence of a Charmer you feel better about yourself. Learn to cast the Charmer’s spell by aiming at people’s primary weaknesses: vanity and self-esteem.

Symbol: The Mirror. Your spirit holds a mirror up to others. When they see you they see themselves: their values, their tastes, even their flaws. Their lifelong love affair with their own image is comfortable and hypnotic; so feed it. No one ever sees what is behind the mirror.

What Type of Seducer are You?
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These monsters spin me around.

February 26th, 2003

It is five in the morning, and I just woke up from what must be a nightmare.
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I owe my soul to the company store

February 25th, 2003

It seems a cop out to write a diary entry in the middle of the day. It is a written confession that I expect nothing of interest will happen for the rest of the day. Though it is an accurate summation of things, it doesn’t stop it from being a little depressing.
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Bubbles, bangles and beads

February 24th, 2003

Weird and weirder the weekend becomes. Saturday night was supposed to be a going out night. I guess that I should have been with the gang at Ritual, but I just didn’t have the energy or the dosh for it. It is a shame, since it seems to have gone well. Instead, I spent a quiet one with Anita, down in Oxford St. It was great, just what I needed.
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You and I, I wouldn’t change a thing

February 22nd, 2003

What a strange, yet wonderfull weekend it has turned out to be. Could it get any better? I wonder……..

Friday started off at four in the morning. I don’t know why, but my sleeping pattern of late has been getting very peculiar. Not having any concrete times to wake up for (ie, not job, no school) seems to mean that I don’t have any regular sleeping hours. One thing that has happened is that I’m sleeping for LESS time. I don’t know if this is neccesarily a good thing. I think it means that I need to get more excersize in.
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paved paradise, to put up a parking lot

February 19th, 2003

Happy Birthday Sally!

Saw KT today, looking brilliant like usual. We hung out with Claire at Bank. I really like KT, she certainly rocks very hard. Had a beer or two, and feeling tired like all hell.

short entry… for jimmy’s sake.

Give me something to sing about.

February 18th, 2003

WOAH!!! I went to the Ani concert last night, and she SOOOOOOO rocked out!!! She was amazing, and I’m forever indebted to Val for such a wonderfull night out. But I should probalby start at the beggining.
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They got the mustard out

February 17th, 2003

Had a rather intersting weekend. Saturday night was the incredible goth experience called Vortex. I enjoyed myself imensley. Here is the saga….
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So what am I so afraid of

February 15th, 2003

Well, the Thursday that I was supposed to work on but didn’t turned out to be ….. well… peculiar to say the least. Picking up Yvan at the airport didn’t quite work. A comedy of errors meant that I couldn’t tell him that I would pick him up. That coupled with certain lateness from certain people :) , meant that we missed him completely. That was ok, I meant to drive to his house and say hi anyways. But half way there I get a call.
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A little ray of sunshine

February 13th, 2003

Writing and entry after work. I’m tired and hungry and most of all, outstandingly pissed off. I’m going to give it a couple of more shifts, but no way am I doing it while uni is in. I’m feeling very nasty towards it.

It’s strange to see other people are worried about weight issues. I thought I was the only looney one amongst my friends that really cared about what they looked like. People allways crap on about how looks don’t matter, but that is only a half truth. They matter for a lot of things. There are somethings that they don’t matter for, and there are somethings that SHOULDN’T matter but do.
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Guess you better slow.. that Mustang down

February 11th, 2003

PHHEEEWWW! It is finally done and settled. As of today, I am officially enrolled in a Bachelor of Arts (Honors Art History). The amount of hassle that it took to get here was astounding. Hopefully by this time next year, it will be Honors I. But I won’t count THEM apples before the’ve dropped. At the moment, I’m just elated that I got this far.
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My lonley days are over.. and life is like a song

February 9th, 2003

Grr, argh. For some reason, I can’t actually seem to log into this diary page whenever I want, and so i’ve been aching to write in this thing for a while. Offcourse, now that it IS working, I hardly have anything to say.

Went to DCMs last night… that was fun. It was made more fun by the motley group of “musketeers” that I went with. I promised to mention some of our activities, so here goes : protected gay/leg lovin. I woke up with parsley in my shoes… need I say that I had a rather paculiar night?
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Life isn’t bliss, life is just this, it’s living.

February 7th, 2003

MY SISTER IS BACK!!! Yes, that is right, the bachelor pad is no more. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. It is so nice to see her here, even though both our foibles are completely uncompatible. Still, she is the closest person that I have, and I value her presence more than that of anyone else.
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I’m falling, in and out of love with you

February 6th, 2003

Work work work. That seems as though it is the only thing that is going on at the moment. Offcourse, it isn’t, it just seems that way. I really don’t know how longer I can do it physically. But I think I’ll just take Sunday shifts and maybe a random week shift. That should be ok.

My sister is coming home tommorow!!! I’m so happy! I miss her a lot, even though I haven’t seen her for only a month. But one gets used to having someone around. As much as we disagree about somethings, it is still allways nice to come home to someone to talk to. Besides, my sister is one of the few people that can make me laugh out loud.
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All over you, all over me.

February 3rd, 2003

Well, the last week has been mostly taken up by work. Yes, I’m back behind a bar, causing havoc from within. Actually, the new bar is really quite nice. It is owned by the same people that owned Vivaz, but this is a German bar, with loads of hard to pour German beer. It isn’t ideal, but it will do as a source of income till I can find something more in my field. I think I might also do some volunteer stuff for psychology, just to get some more brownie point.
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