Teacup.

Oh lord, I see that yellow “upgrade to WP 3.1.3 now” banner on my admin panel. I’m so scared to click it. Things might break and blurgh, not in the frame of mind to tinker around at the moment…

Moving on, I just remembered a Livejournal Harry-Potter role-play community that I use to just kinda…lurk about. The main community is called Hogwarts is Home and to get in to this fun, you had to apply at the “sorting” community. Now, this is where it gets interesting. The last time I checked the sorting community back in probably 2008/2009, there were A LOT of applicants who got “squibbed/muggled”. And if I remember correctly from back in the days, applicants who got the dreaded “squibbed/muggled” were not accepted into the community and not allowed to re-apply either at all, or for at least one year. Pretty harsh…

I admit, some applicants were deserving of being “squibbed/muggled”, but I thought some, if not most were not. My personal take on the whole lot of extra “squibbed/muggled” votes being casted in was to keep the community slightly more elite. That’s the feel I got!

But now in 2011, constant reminders on trying to avoid “squibbed/muggled” votes. In 2008/2009, your chances of getting in was about 50% I’d say, now it’s up to about 75% – 80%. I would try my luck at applying but just filling out the application is…a slight chore.

Filling out the application requires me to think and analyze every little bit of ‘me’ at the moment, and to be honest, I don’t feel like doing that. This kind of thing is online, it’s fun, it’s…not real. The ‘me’ is real, it’s offline, it’s private and I don’t feel particularly up to sharing myself and allowing people to critique or…categorize me.

I don’t even feel comfortable posting what my childhood dreams were in a virtual application like that. I’d tell the world what my childhood dreams were when I’m good and ready. Not because I have to say it in some application.

That’s when I take things literally. I guess I could…imagine some information, most information…fine. ALL information.

No, I shouldn’t feel bad. I mean why should I?

A couple of friends wanted to go out tonight (Saturday) and go “clubbing”. I declined.

It’s mid-late Autumn, with temperatures frequently dipping down to around 5° C at night. There’s no way in hell I’m prancing around town in a dress so short, one can see the color of my panties without needing to bend over, with a thin 10 denier pantyhose and probably a thin cardigan.¹ That outfit does NOT protect me from 5° C.

Hell, it doesn’t even protect me from sleazy men! Maybe if it was around summer, I might accept the offer, but at this time??? Does the word “cold” even register in your dictionary?

And I’ll be honest with myself here, I hate going out clubbing. I’ve got to suffer the cold to go out. I’ve got to pay through my nose for bartenders who try to pass off some other cocktail for a Long Island Iced Tea and on top of that! It’s not as if I’ll meet new people because all the girls just want to band together! In any case, by 1AM or…2 AM (I’ll be optimistic), everyone is just about plastered, or IS plastered and can be found in the nearest alleyway, puking their guts out. Not a pretty sight, ladies.

I’m 21, and…I think I’ve done my clubbing. I’ve done my partying. I just want a decent guy to settle down with.

¹ = I have much more tack than that, but you get the picture, right?

You know, it’s not a hidden fact that even though I’m doing this biomedical-science degree, I have zero intention of becoming a doctor. My friend asked me what I wanted to do with this degree and I told her that I wish to go to poverty-stricken countries, or third-world countries, or pretty much any area which requires health aids in particular because they need people to help them, and I want to help. Then she said to me, “…you’re such a good person.”

In my heart of hearts, ‘good’ is probably one word I wouldn’t use about myself. My dad says I’m prickly as a porcupine, my mum says I’m pretty much bitch all the time and my brother says I’m a grumpy person…all the time.

I wouldn’t say it’s like a ‘calling’ to me, but it’s like…I have to be there to help them because they don’t have the resources to even help themselves.

And uh…yeah. New layout. Ho ho ho, about time too, me thinks. This layout was good in that it requires only the most essential data to be shown. Off the top of my head, one of the non-essential data that did not make the cut is the “currently-playing” meta-data. I’ll miss it that’s for sure. But a big change with this layout is the addition of pages! I was pleased with that. Only the archives page is active at the moment but I’m hoping to complete the other pages soon.

And I love the font-size on this. Not tiny at all, no sir-ree!

Beware of a mad-woman-who-is-most-likely-PMSing content. I’ve given warning, you’ve been warned, let’s get the show started.

Look, back in the stone ages when roads were just being made and bicycle were all the rage, it was OK for bicycles to cycle on the road. Cars are thinking of you. But now, it’s 2011. Not only are cars using the road now at speeds way too fast for bicycles, we also have heavy vehicles like trucks, lorries, and lost-distance cargo trucks. It’s not safe. No matter how many times you post your opinions that we should watch out for you, I repeat. IT’S NOT FUCKING SAFE. GET OFF YOUR FUCKING BICYCLE AND EITHER USE PUBLIC TRANSPORT OR DRIVE A FUCKING CAR.

“Yeah, but I bought the bicycle to USE it, you dumb fuck, so what the fuck are you on about?” Yeah well, the government have spent a few million dollars for bicycle trails. Go ride your bicycles there. Roads that do not have a designated bicycle lane, you complain to papers that cars don’t watch out for you. Roads that DO have designated bicycle lanes for you, YOU STILL COMPLAIN. So just stop biking to wherever because you’re a “greenie”. You’re creating a hazard on the road. You ARE the hazard.

Secondly. America has the American Indians. Australia have the Aboriginal People. South-East Asia have the Orang Asli. New Zealand? Well, we have the Maoris. (Moriori are a debate for another day). We all know that we have to “take care” of the…”original” people on the land. Yup…

Up until a certain point.

I typed up a whole paragraph worth of my rantings about Maoris but you just have to read three pages of comments on this article to get an inkling of what I’m trying to say. They take and take, but never give. They constantly whinge and whine about supposed “unfairness” but…look at other countries. They are working together to solve this problem. And here we are at the bottom of the world, accusing and blaming the English for HELPING you develop YOUR land, making YOUR economy grow, making New Zealand what it is today.

Not to mention, I’m a part-time worker, part-time student, with a HUGE student loan and yet, I still get taxed quite a significant amount. And it’s not hidden fact that most of that money will go to your people on the government benefit. And it’s also no hidden fact that they are most probably the people who are just too lazy to find work. Every time you even get a waft of maybe cutting some benefits, “OMG! Oh noez! OMG! Oh noez! This is unfair treatment! You’re just targeting us! Unfair!” Just put a cork in it, and maybe go out and find a job. Donna maree’s comment on this page pretty much sums up why I’m extremely frustrated.