Work it, Make it, Do it, Makes Us...

Glazed eyes fixed securely on the shiny screen
My head is succumbing to the ease
I feel my eyes rolling back towards the back of my head
Totally focused, yet somehow unfocused on what is in front of me
When I look at the screen for long enough, everything blurs together
It's time to get down to business
Even though my eyes are being subjected to the bright LEDs
And my neck straining from this long held sitting position
I'm going to puncture these keys,
I'm going to type in such a haste, that the individual clicks
Will then become a melodious beat
My brain, fingers and eyes will be my weapons
Here I go

Story Time: Boris' Adventure

This is Boris.

She is currently 8 years old and weighs 14lbs.

As you can tell from her coat, she is a tortoise shell.

She owns a pair of very vibrant green eyes and enjoys cuddling, eating, singing, licking and running around like a little horse.



She is fastidious when it comes to cleaning, especially the grit that can catch between her toes.



Now we've gotten to know Boris, let's move onto her story. (A cartoon comic version that I've drawn is shown below)

On one fine morning, Boris was laying blissfully on her pile of clothes and awakened to the rumbling of a hungry stomach.

She stood up and upon seeing the door closed - blocking her way to any source of food, she began to sing. "REOW, REOWWWWW, REOW, REOOOOOW, REOW, REOOOW!"

Her owner, David, who had been asleep was awoken by these nagging reows. He begrudgingly got up to open the door for her.

Now, Boris is a smart cat, she can open doors by herself, but today she was feeling incredibly lazy and decided to use her means of persuasiveness/annoyance to save energy.

Once the door had been opened, she immediately stopped singing and ran out to find her bowls of food and water.

She was mighty hungry, starving even. Boris gobbled down the food and the water - much like this, NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM. She gobbled and munched as fast as she could because she was afraid of starving to death.

Naughty, silly Boris. Don't you know that eating too fast is bad for you?

Poor Boris began feeling queesy. She began to regret her decision to eat up her food at an incredible rate. Even if it was yummy and she was starving, was it worth this?

What a surprise it was, when all she had eaten decided to work its way back out of the very mouth that gobbled it in. "BLEARGHAERHAWERAWE"
Out it all came, onto the kitchen floor.

"Uh oh", thought Boris. "I can't let them know it was me who made this mess..."
So Boris ran, she ran as fast as her little stumpy legs could take her, out the door and outside, away from the retrimanding hands that would scold her.

My, my Boris, will you ever learn?

A mind out of time

What an age we live in, we're gifted with inventions and progress we would have never dreamed of ever achieving. Anything and everything is virtually possible.

You want to fly, son? The Wright Brothers took care of that.

Extraordinary minds, the thinkers of our time, the thinkers among us.
Names upon names, some without credit,
People who can plot out the unthinkable, wrap their minds around the theoretical -
Knowledge is built upon, revised, revisited, altered, relearned,

The marvel, the complexities of science,
Where at one time and place, one person chose to question what is inside us, around us; as a big picture and at an intricate level.

Beautiful minds

You're living amongst the inventions, which came straight from the thought processes of the most articulate minds.

They may be dead, gone,
Just a name in a book to memorise,
But they're alive in their work
Pure thought at your fingertips,

LEARN
from them while you can.

Twilight Fanatics

You squealing, screeching, screaming, clapping, awhing females should not be allowed in a cinemas. Well, at least in large hoards, making up 99.99% of the audience.

When, oh when, will you learn to "STFU"

My semi-tolerable outing turned horrid when I was subjected to the pre-pubescent and adolescent swooning females, who turn up to the cinemas in large groups, donned in the latest fashions - looking as lovely as a hooker in a ballgown.

Using common sense, I turned up a good hour earlier, after booking my tickets online, the session we were attending had been booked out within 30 minutes of arriving. Oh, the hype.
Initially the theatre was littered sparsely with females and as the movie approached it's "OMG 10 MINUTES LEFT TO WAIT!" stage, the theatre was packed to the rafters, with whining, whinging girls -
"I WANT TO SIT NEXT TO HER, JUST MOVE ALONG ONE!"
"NO, I was here first"
"OMGOMGOMG, LET'S TAKE PICTURES!"
"LIEK OMG, THE FLASH MAKES ME LOOK SOO HOT"

The pain of just sitting there, having to be surrounded by these - these, I have no words to describe them - twilight fanatics I suppose, was killing me. I felt like shooting everyone in there, how satisfying that would be. Most of all, at least punching or telling off the annoying loud American female sitting next to me - I can tell you, I came very, very close.

As I sat amongst this crowd with my friend, we both slumped down in our seats, willing the movie to start in hopes of the pointless, shallow, annoying chatter to subside.

I remember one scene vividly, where I just thought to myself, "you've got to be kidding" - because of the audiences reaction.

Picture this:
Bella is sitting in the cafeteria asking the "normal" students about the Cullen family; each member enters, starting with Rosalie and Emmett, then Jasper and Alice...
AND WHO IS TO FOLLOW?
Edward of course.
Screaming ensues, followed by awhing, ahhing, clapping and more squealing. Edward smiles, more swooning, Edward says "hi", more swooning.
AND ONE THING I HATE THE MOST DURING MOVIES, apart from chatter during the viewing of one, is someone repeating lines.
WHICH HAPPENED A LOT, seeing that all these girls wanted to show off how addicted they were to watching the advertisements for the movie over and over again.
Sickening.

Note: Jennifer, never view a movie which has a large female fan base on the first screening in the country. Your tolerance will be waning.

P.S. If you're wondering what the movie was like - I might have a biased opinion, but I'll try to offer one as best I can.
The storyline followed very closely to the first novel in the series, Twilight, which would please readers, I assume.
The casting was great, more than great, the acting was superb for what was needed - natural, simple, not too drawn out or tacky, it was good. Although I have a few criticisms concerning the body positioning of the actors during times when they were meant to be animal like, protective - looked really awkward.
Great camera angles, flashback effects, stunt work and soundtrack.
A really good representation of the book, strong characters, interesting plot, but somehow, forgettable. It leaves no real impact on you, other than being able to see these fictional characters brought to life.

For those fanatics out there,
You should keep clear, don't catch me on a PMS day.

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Introducing a new segment to my posts, called "Kellie's World"
An articulate view of the world from Kellie's perspective. Today Kellie will be reviewing the latest Rambo movie.

Kellie’s World

Seen it? Love it? Hate it?

I recently watched Rambo (the latest one) and was BITTERLY and UTTERLY disappointed. There was barely any storyline and john Rambo should’ve been put through more than that! Last time I saw him, he was pulling an arrow out of his chest or something and mumbling about ‘blue light’. The latest Rambo was... pathetic. Sure you had mind numbing mowage and guts flying about but there was barely any storyline whatsoever. There’s a feeling of ‘is that it?!’ after watching the movie, it wasn’t even intense or suspenseful.
I WAS a fan of the previous films; however, this one was a let down.

Next time: Kellie's latest Asian craze

Blast From Teh Past - *Re-posting the deleted post titled "Deteriorating"*

So, what am I doing?

I've been sitting here for the past six or so hours, feeling my teeth slowly get attacked by plaque and various bacterial based enemies (perhaps wielding some sort of spear, 300 style).

Why don't I go and brush my teeth?

Because my tooth brush is fail.

How did I come to this conclusion?

I decided "Hey, I might just search my toothbrush on google to see how it rates against others."

It turns out that not only does my toothbrush not get displayed on the site, but it doesn't have a 2 minute timer, two-three different speeds, or an awesomely coated brush head, where the bristles are somehow so awesome that they work to whiten your teeth.

This is all very depressing.

I mean, poor toothbrush, it was prime in it's time, but now, it's just, it doesn't even measure up. I don't have the heart to throw it out, so I have a seemingly innocent dental affair with a more recent version, which embodies everything it lacks.

***

Mm, so moving on.

Why are you up so late?

Because my brain was near the point of exploding, or purposely leaking out of my ear and running away.

So I wrote it a brief letter.

"Dear Brain,

You are so lovely and kind and the colour of salmon pink (I assume)

I want to use you and take you and make you into something large and gargantuan

But that doesn't sound too appealing does it?

(This is starting to sound bad for an apology letter)

I'm sorry for exposing you to the evil tests called the "A-S-Tees"

If I could, I would've lovingly wrapped you in some sort of padded brain coat,

Bought you chocolates and flew you out of the test room.

But I have nought the power to perform such acts.

All I can leave you with is this.

*Tries to push a stick of chocolate coated pocky into my ear*

Much love, Jennifer.

missigh y00 alredy

*Collapses onto desk and begins to salivate*

***

Anyway, to end this blog entry,

I will tell you that I'll be seeing mister old toothbrush soon and I'll be having a long chat with mister sleep.

I have also made amends with my brain.

Thankyou for reading.

Interrupted.

Whilst on a frantic shopping trip for the "perfect formal dress" in the bustling, happenin' place I like to call Sydney, I was, as my title suggests "interrupted."

Let me set the scene.

I had been walking around for hours, scouring Chatwood, QVB, Paddy's Markets and anywhere a major shopping strip was in the central business district of Sydney.

We had stumbled upon China Town, where smells and sounds of cooking were wafting into my senses, rudely awakening the monster in my stomach. "BAWERALWERJAWER"
I clutched my stomach and began to immediately salivate, I whined "Oh god I'm sooo hungry!"
Small stalls had been set up on any space available, while still allowing a clear pedestrian walkway. Lamenated pictures of grilled baby octopus skewers, dim sims, pork buns, marinated beef, lamb and chicken skewers - 1 for $3!
I wanted to eat everything, all at once, right then. (OMNOM)

It was hot, I was more thirsty than hungry and figured that we wouldn't be eating dinner just yet - So I wandered off to a stall that had a German name but was actually American owned, I bought two scoops on a cone, JAFFA and STRAWBERRY.
After I had filled up on icecream I noticed that the others had brought back plastic containers full of dim sims and related dumplings.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE FROM?! I thought we were eating later?!"

It has been said that my eyes are bigger than my stomach and they were scanning the packed food like pray. I hurridly gobbled down every morsal of food I could muster, regretting my decision to fill up on icecream beforehand.

Unfortunately, I ate too much - we set off and I hobbled after them, trying not to walk too fast in case I would disrupt the now plump monster in my belly.

"BEAREJALIERAWR"
"Oh god! I need to use a toilet, I NEED ONE RIGHT NOW"

We were in front of a travellers hostel, it was a really well put together type of establishment, I would've thought hostels were just huge rooms with bunk beds packed to the rafters. This one had a dining floor, internet and gaming floor, lounge/reception room - it was really nice.
I ran in, impatiently waiting at the line to ask the clerk where the nearest toilets were.

Upstairs.
I hobbled up there, desperately holding in.

RELIEF.
I found the white door marked "female" and ran in - it was an intimate type of toilet in the way that there were only two cubicals and a small sink.

UNFORTUNATELY.
There was someone occupying the cubical next to me.

"Please get out, please get out!"
I chanted in my head as I waited. I was always self conscious when it came to well "crapping huge loads" (sorry tmi?) with other people in the vicinity.
I desperately wanted to be alone.

I heard her stand up and sit down, shuffle around, knock the toilet roll - but never flush. SHE WASN'T GOING TO THE TOILET, SHE DIDN'T NEED IT. WHY WAS SHE IN THERE?!

I suddenly got very angry as my stomach groaned in protest, I wanted to yell at her, I wanted to say "GET OUT IF YOU'RE NOT USING IT!"

But then...
She started crying
Her sobbing became more intense as she yanked off toilet paper to - well I'm guessing dry her eyes. Her cell phone rang.

"Oh god, I have to go, I HAVE TO GO NOW... I'll, I'll try and be inconspicuous"
"Agh! ---- Okay, no that doesn't work."
It felt wrong, very wrong to be angry at this woman whilst she was in a state of sadness, it also felt wrong to somehow interrupt her by releasing my bowels, I was stuck and I had waited very long inside the toilet - the others would be worried.

I decided it'd be best to get it over and done with, because this woman was not leaving anytime soon.

I quickly washed my hands, dried them on my pants and ran out of the toilet with the woman's sobs in my head.

Interruption. Understanding.

Jennifer on - COSPLAYING.

Cosplaying,

Costume-play,

Wearing pink wigs and sailor moon outfits,

MEN wearing pink wigs and sailor moon outfits...

*System malfunction*

Alright, so many of you may already have your own ideas about what cosplaying is. 

Many may think that it's only for the nerds, the comic/gaming/anime loving geeks - But it can be so much more. 

The costumes used aren't your typical run of the mill, quickly put together outfits... Well, in most cases. 

Usually the cosplayer fully embodies the character they're trying to play; where details such as eye and hair colour, staffs/accessories and fabric texture come into play. 

Now, the Japanese, they take their cosplaying very seriously and this is why I believe they OWN at cosplaying. They generally look more suited, body shape and look wise for their anime characters than their American counterparts. 

Example:

Tifa from FF7 

VS.

Note: Found these images on google images 

To conclude, I just want to say that I love looking at cosplay pictures, good and bad, 

so kids, keep up the cosplaying spirit. 

If you're up for a laugh, search "bad cosplaying" in google images -- You'll get the infamous man with pink wig in a sailor moon outfit and a cosplay of Rock Lee's sensei wetting his pants, from Naruto.

P.s. Somebody buy me an outfit?  D: