I haven't updated in a fortnight. Lovely.
But then again, who does?
It's 6 in the fucking morning.
I woke up with my cat headbutting my nose.
And it hurts.

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What's the worst pick up line you've ever heard?

"Can I borrow your phone to tell my mother I've just met my true love"

What's even worse is that it's used by Hunter Burgan >)

Oh. I forgot to mention.

MY FUCKING MACBOOK IS BROKEN BECAUSE SOME BITCH DROPPED IT ON THE FLOOR.
THEN I DROPPED HER ON THE FLOOR TOO.
HAHAAHAH.

BITCH >(

R.I.P
Diem's MacBook G4
2005 - 2007
Just like the NIN lineup.

Until very longly later,
- Wendee

Well.
No updates in awhile, any who…
Weddings!
Oh we all love them, hate them, go to them all the matter. And myself over the weekend attended my cousin Roanna's wedding to her beloved Ryan. Well, I think that's his name. I forgot. I think… So I drive up to Canberra, booked a hotel and got there on the Saturday afternoon, about half-past one and get dressed. And the outfit? Oh, well. Let's just say I felt like a Vietnamese streetwalker. It was a black Chinese chongsmaieemfsldbumfuckd or something like that, has all these embroided dragons on it. My dad picked it up somewhere in the backwater alleys of Honkers – Hong Kong to non-Australians. And I wore these stockings. Fish net stockings but I'd say 'high-class fishnets'. Well, they had a pattern to them. So that and a pair of Payless golden sandals, it suited actually.
Then I loaded on all the make-up as per usual and walked out the door.
I shall upload a picture of my sad dress choices later on… perhaps. Probably not.

Anyway, I got out of the hotel by three and was driving around. I had a map, and I could've just stared at it for ages and not know what it meant. (And I just got distracted by "Grint's Sex Assault Anger - Harry Potter Star Slams Friend Over Sex Attack" Oh, yum yum) Anyway, got there finally at about 3:45pm. And the ceremony's already over! So we go around taking some photos, I noticed that my uncle made boxloads of home-brew for the wedding and everybody was enjoying them to the bottle full. I didn't try any, just alot of lemon squash, orange juice and some awful tasting Shiraz later on.
With my boyfriend being all the way in Queensland, naturally I looked around. Many people as usual were with their partners. Heh. That didn't stop me looking at what kind of guy they chose as their life partner.

Alright… now there was this guy. Now, Wendee likes dorky-looking guys. He had swept back blonde hair and a pair of glasses, stereotypical nerd-looker. I was like in my head, "He's pretty cute" but I saw he was with a girl. An Asian chick, about a foot shorter than me with shaved off black hair growing back and a pair of glasses as well. They looked like a cute couple, almost like made-for-each other sickeningly cliche like. An hour or so of standing around, we went under the marquee as the reception began and ate dinner. And it was like… Indian stuff and salad. We got a few disposable cameras to take photos of everything, I was looking around. The 'Dork' as I shall label him and his girlfriend were canoodling and kissing. I wasn't jealous, I was like "Aww" and kept taking photos of my family being idiots at the table. I went to find the bathroom, when I came back I tried to open the door but I couldn't open it. Yeah, I couldn't open a fucking door handle.

So I fight with the doorknob before – guess who – the Dork opens the door for me, I say my thanks before rushing back into the reception for the first dance of my cousin and her husband.

After that, the attendees got up and danced, I sat there for awhile before a good song came on and before you knew it, I was dancing around… like really strangely but people told me I was a good dancer XD Anyway, the Dork & his girl come up to dance about an hour after I did, and they way they dance was very slow and romantic. You dig? Anyway…
Sometime, I sat down all huffed out and began talking and drinking up water. I get tapped on the shoulder, I turn around and look up, there's Dork staring down at me with his hand outstretched saying "Would you like to dance?"
This is when I was like FTW confused. I see his chick's talking with his workmates away. And if memory serves me well, they were attached at the hip. Something must've happened to cut the two apart. Hmm.
So I did take his hand and accept his offer to dance.
The words exchanged went a little bit something like this because I can't be fucked articulating it right now.

"My name's Dave by the way"
"Hi, my name's Diem but call me Wendee"
"Your name's Diem but call you Wendee?"
I laughed this off, it's a big difference in names and just say. "Yep, so how do you know groom/bride?"
He then says, "I'm Ryan's workmate"
"What does Ryan exactly do? I mean… genetic something I know but…?"
And. This Dave bloke goes on about genetic something or other which involves things shaped like donuts or whatever and I just nod my head at every work he said and add in a simple "Yeah…" I do glance every now and then over to his girlfriend, who didn't look over in our direction. It actually felt pretty awkward!

Anyway, we begin to dance. And this way of dancing… it's ballroom… I have no fucking idea how to ballroom dance so I'm tripping over and laughing my head off as if I was drunk. He keeps saying 'Sorry' every so often.
"Actually this is my first wedding so… yeah" I said, just out of the blue.
"They get better after this, believe me"
"Yeah. Maybe even my own wedding, unlikely"
He gives me a sympathetic look however, I'm either looking at the floor or at a member of my family staring at me.
"You'll meet the right guy some day, I was like you a few years ago"
That. I actually felt was an insult! To my very nature, maybe he was drunk. And hopefully he was. I'm not too sure on that.
We dance around a bit more, he tries to spin me but I almost trip over in my Payless heels (which I noticed later had the $39.99 tag on the bottom) and I add more girly laughing in.
"I mean it. You will find the right guy, trust me"
This was just strange of him. And I had a weird feeling… Also, I did have his hand in mine but not my arm around his back, unlike he did with me :| And then it came out.
"My girlfriend doesn't love me"
Not knowing what else to say, I simply go "Aaw" sadly and tell him I have to have a sit down. A song later, my aunty is up dancing and I go up to dance with her; noticeably alot better than I had with the Dave dork.

Aunty Fran asked me what was going on with the boy, she gave me a funny look when I mentioned he'd casually slipped that 'My girlfriend doesn't love me' to him. Anyway, a few later the Dork and his girlfriend are dancing again. And his tongue stuck halfway down her throat so I smiled to myself, thinking she did love him after all.
However when I left, I saw that the two were split up and talking to different people, my friend did mention they had a spat earlier on.

This made me think. Was I that woman? That woman whose always their to make you vex at your partner? It made me feel sick to my stomach thinking this. And I hoped never to see or hear of this Dave fellow again.

Yesterday on the Sunday wasn't any good either, I drive back to Gininnderra Homestead to be welcomed by my grizzly uncle saying. "So There's the young lady who had all the studs chasing after her and she didn't even know it"

That's right. I didn't know.
This is the longest journal entry why? Because it was bizarre, intriguing and quite terribly; funny!

Until much later,
- Diem (But call me Wendee)

Gah.
I could've killed Fall Out Boy, I forgot they were over here about a fortnight ago.
Faaaccckkkk…

The two kitties are settling in fine.
Dib's pissed (as usual)

Until much later,
- Wendee.

Ughhh.
It's my birthday today.
And I'm not telling how old.
At least it's under 30. -snort-

Got many good things. Like Mariah Carey perfume, it actually smells NICE.

And it's true.

I've had about 6 tele-fucking-marketers call me about 6 enticingly interesting products.
And may I list the origin of these people…? Oh yes. Wendee's a mutherfucken' racist. Boo hoo.

1. Italian man, nasal erectile delivery spray.
2. Caucasian woman, Telstra.
3. Wrong phone number, sounded suspectly like a telemarker anyway.
4. Asian man, asking if I had ever taken drugs. Oh it's true, something about the government health plans.
5. Indian woman, TELSTRA.
6. Asian man, have no idea what he said.

I'm switching my phone to private tomorrow. After I get my ginger kitty this arvo.
I hope Dib co-operates with her. She's so fucking adorable.

Ugh. I fucked up a cookie mix. Woke up at 4:20AM for some reason, next door neighbours gone to work I suppose.

They're burning in the oven. I told my cat to watch the cookies.
Yes, my fucking cat. Speaking of cats, I could've gotten a year old tortishell named Misty.
And it was loose and running around and they couldn't catch her.

I thought that was ridiculous, the cat should have been caged already by the time I got there.
And sadly enough, I did cry driving back. Oh, so soft and sentimental ):

Until much later,
- Wendee

P.S. Yuck. Birthday's on Friday. Better get some good presents or I'll have a fit.
Again… XD

):

I IZ TIRED.
KK I SLEEP NOW.

Fucking holidays.

So I come back home from a shitty reunion.

Oh how?

First of all‚ I stay a night at my grandmother's residence‚ almost being smothered in the spare bedroom sheets because of the sheer temperature. So I decided to sleep on the couch. And I tell you. At 86 years old‚ she just does not give up without a fight. I suppose her hearing hasn't gotten any better but still. She asks if I want food‚ whenever I go down there I must gain about 5 kilos within 2 days or something because it's totally unhealthy I know. But who can help it?
The next day - the Masters reunion. I didn't expect anybody to come. An hour later‚ an odd 50 people crammed into an old soccer club room make an appearance. At 10 dollars a head‚ I could've gotten a sushi box and a drink. But what? A sausage sizzle and some despondant-looking salad. And the slices and cake? Ugh. I'm a splurger but somethings are left untouched.

After about three hours‚ and my ire at missing out on the Geelong v. Port Adelaide game‚ I finally got back to Grandma's house to watch the game. The day was made alot better at this win we got =D.

And here I am. I had someone record Casanova's premiere on UKTV onto the hardrive.

I begin to watch it‚ it's all pretty quaint and quirky. I disliked the use of cerulean colour contacts on Mister Tennant though‚ they didn't suit him. Then came these raunchy sex scenes.
And oh did I giggle and cover my eyes.

It's not easy seeing a crush in the act. Even if they're acting the act.

Until next time‚
- Wendee P:

P.S. I'm fucking lovin' Victoria right now. Geelong AND Melbourne Storm? They're all gettin' laid tonight! >D

I should stop fucking talking about NIN.
For about a month.

):

Hm.
Shall put up another psychiatrist post later.

Yep. Love.
Seems pretty pathetic if you ask me.

For countless centuries‚ multitutes of millenia have included love as the single basis which makes the world go around. Bullshit. Cash flow and municpitality amongst politics and degradation would be a more curt yet truthful dose of reality. But love?
Oh please.
It's the basis of the worst tragedies in history: Anthony & Cleopatra‚ Helen of Troy & Paris‚ Britney & Justin. It's a servant to the horrible soap operas like The OC or WWE‚ we've all come to know love in our lifetime. And the emotion will destroy us for a shuddering second‚ either when you break up or when your beloved departs. And we all see it finely‚ like a thin layer of swaying curtain in the dawn's light.
But what exactly is love at first sight?

I have fallen prey to this‚ I'd give you a list of the countless individuals I've been infatuated with‚ and some I still very much am. Nothing morbid however. I won't become a groupie or a stalker‚ I've made sure my best friend will shoot me pointblank in the head if I do so. And at this varied fact‚ love kills.
Not just a catchy Queen single from the 80s but a very true story to be told.
We remember the show Cheaters‚ see how the girlies frolic around with one another or the guys smoke up in the bedroom or the occasional hot tub. And to how the vexed inamorato/a's react to seeing their loved one with another. Can we love each other enough to tear us apart? Yes. Of course‚ if we send troops on and on – having them countlessly slaughter by the rip of artillery fire then a simple teenage romance can shatter that easily.

Which I turn to unrequited love. The tender affection for another who does not return the feelings. This is usually accounted for in all crushes‚ i.e. I've got a crush on David Tennant. That's natural. But when it's an unrequited love‚ it will get obsessive. Trust me on this one. Tennant lives far away from my midst‚ has a beautiful girlfriend and would not easily be attracted by a undecided 'gawth' about half or so his age. And age. To me‚ it's not a factor as long as you care and adore for the person wholeheartedly.

Look at Hugh Hefner & his three buxom blonde beauties whom call him their boyfriend. Lifetimes are pointless as long as you have someone to share it with. Too bad there's nill enough months left to sparse for them.

Until next time‚
Luv. Wendee.

PS. Have tried to trick relative into buying me various NIN paraphenalia off eBay for my birthday o:

Today‚ I kinda felt my self pissed off yet sad.

For one reason‚ I sit here watching The Crow with the late Brandon Lee when I hear Dead Souls by Nine Inch Nails‚ circa 1994. And I remember whom had visited these Australian shores I walk upon. Exactly them. However‚ I hadn't felt as if I were in a rage or crying hopelessly about not being able to attend the Year Zero concert in the Big Top or Hordern Pavillion. I'm happy for anybody else who went as well. Apparently‚ you haven't lived until you see NIN live. xD

But another thing hit me. And it pissed me off. As always when this subject comes around.
I got so aquainted to the current line-up‚ even though I swore once two years ago for Josh Freese's untimely death for replacing the weak-hearted Jerome - well Freese's got talent and he's probably the most sought after drummer alongside Dave Grohl & Joey Jordison on the fucking planet. So he has my respects.
Like I said before‚ Mr Crab Legs White‚ Northboy‚ Pasta-Face Cortini and Freese (he just has nothing for a nickname...) are the guys I've now grown to love. And one of them could be fired by Treznor.

Nine Inch Nails changes live touring members all the time. And they all have reasons to go; Jeordie has Goon Moon‚ Aaron has recently started up a side-project‚ Alessandro has Modwheelmood and Freese has a family and everybody would die to have him play on the skins.

I'll try not to cry when I find out who it is.
They should get rid of that horrid lead singer. -snicker-

Until next time‚
- Wendee

It's been a while since I updated, so yeah. Um. I *am* yet again still listening to a Nine Inch Nails song but I'm gonna say it's something else for once. As I noticed teh last 3 posts contained NIN songs under listening to xD

Well. I've decided upon a new kitten. I have no knowledge to dish out right now and I've over-downloaded. Seriosuly. Who the fuck can live on 2GB of download limit? Luckily the connection slows down and they don't charge.

Until next time,
- WENDEE.

P.S. That's what I'm changing my name to in the future O:

I'm over My Chemical Romance.

That is all I have to say. They begun to bore me with their girlfriends and wives and rabid fans and Gerard's poser-ness. They'll never become as annoying as Avril Lavinge or James Blunt, I still appreciate their music but the lead singer, your lovely Gerard Way has begun to piss me off.

Until next time,
- Diem (Slinky)

There's a time in everybody's life when somebody close to them passes to the nether regions. And one that I too have come into contact with many times before, whether it be a pet or a person. Everybody will die, and some too soon and others too late.

Premature death is always a heart breaker. It isn't easy to bare witness to a dying child in a hospital bed but it happens all across the world. Imagine it. Imagine that child was your brother or sister, or even more; believe that kid was your own. Head shaved through the agonizing courses of chemotherapy, the denial and confrontation of acceptance over their ominous end and finally, the downward spiral to six feet under ground. And we must be so happy to fufill our live's content with meaningless talk and victuals while parents somewhere on the planet weep. Does the grief factor even play a major role in our lives anymore?

On the August 14th, 2004. Three years ago, my great-aunty Carol died. And the one fact was that nobody had told me until two weeks later. Actually. It's quite a distraughting and pessimistic way of finding out. I had been talking to my mother about the largest blossoming flower in the world; found in PNG. It was then I commented on it's smell; 'like rotten corpses' at which she said that Carol was dead.
I must have gone off my head in tears and agony. I don't respect my mother, just because of she never told me and because of the morality of the way she told me. Practically heartless. Carol, not unlike me was a Libran and a Monkey of the zodiac, with her birthday right after mine. The funeral came and it was terribly perplexing and full of distraught.
There were people there whom I had no idea of, I wondered who they were. I saw the coffin, I know she was cremated but the fact that seeing a casket shook me. Is this our final resting place? A neatly tight wooden box filled with linen sheets? I began to cry. You can never hold the tears back at a funeral procession. Ever. If you can, you're a heartless bastard .

I always had a cry when my cats ran away or, like Millicent - died of heart disease before she was 2 years old. Maybe grief is what makes a person become them. An iron heart from learning that death is a timely part of life and that we must accept it. We should not fear death, but welcome it. As this factor is almost too common nowadays.

Until next time,
- Diem (Slinky)

How brilliant...

I'd never seen such a fantastic performance in my life. Robert, Porl, Simon and Jason were all there and looked better than ever. Well. I didn't pay alot of attention to the bassist and more to the gothic-clad Robert Smith who still looks like himself from earlier days long before. They played classics like Fire In Cairo, If Only We Could Sleep Tonight, A Letter to Elise, Lovesong and a long 3-hour list of others.

A Forest and Boy's Don't Cry were last to be played.

And strangely enough. I had cried three times that night. The first was more or less - whining - about Nine Inch Nails. I would die to see Trent Reznor in his form now and to listen to his seductive voice. Seriously. They're playing at Hordern Pavillion Sunday 16th September...
I only have $28.50 in my wallet and a ticket on eBay for one is about $100-130 dollars. And I have NOT put in my resume into Officeworks yet so three little words sum this all up.

FUCK ME DEAD

Second time was when the boys left the stage for the third time. I thought they were actually gone this time but they came back on and performed the latter.
Third and final time was as I was leaving. I'm young and they're quite old now and I thought I would never see them again. My eyeliner and mascara ran down my face and ruined the inches of foundation I wear. Yes, I'm synthetic and slutty and emo-esque and proud. Not that you'll care, sweethearts.

Anyway. My unsconscious mind is only focused on one thing: NIN.
I might actually die if I don't see them...

Until next time,
- Diem (Slinky)

Finally‚ the day has come...

I'm fuckin' going to see The Cure in Sydney x3

A half hour ago‚ I was flicking through recovered photos from yesteryears past. Including my old school and when I graduated. And oh my gosh‚ did it jerk my heart strings.

There was me. A was the shortest person in my group of four: Tamara‚ Leslie‚ Luke D and myself. I was pretty scrawny too but albeit I must have been about 5'4 or something. Now I've gained weight through all those annoying spurts but that's not my point - personal but not a fact of life. I sat on my bed‚ holding the laptop and trying to remember the previous years I encountered. I knnow that one day I'll forget them and never retrace them and it got me thinking about that‚ and it got me crying as well.
Oh how life does woe me.

Somebody today asked me what the most beautiful song I had ever heard‚ and to him I simply replied 'Iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls because it reminds me sadly of the past with a gracious melody. Sadly because of the tragic happenings but gracious‚ to think that something had made me so happy once before could make a tear fall down my face.
With age comes more realization that sooner or later we'll fade away. Of all our stages‚ childhood passes without many benefits into adolescence; a wealth of knowledge and more abilities become available as we cross into adulthood when our past life becomes a mirage. And may we bet that we wish for one moment we could be there once more in all the stress and tire of the working hours. But do we as a culture growing up with technology and brand name coporations‚ will we ever care about the past or think about the future?

Maybe one day. Maybe never. Until next time‚

- Diem (Slinkey)

Betrothment. Marriage. Nuptials.

What does it mean? In my politically correct mind‚ it classifies them all as one to mean the formal union of two people‚ as recognized by law to become husband and wife. Unlike many‚ I do not feed the hunger within that tempts me to find 'the one in six billion'. However‚ in all the world's love; is there a man out there who can satisfy it? Marriage is usually noted by unbound affection in most nationalities‚ in some it can be arranged indecently or even only for financial or child welfare reasons. Which takes me to look at the commoner but less brighter side of till' death do us part.

Separation. Divorce. Annulment.

Aah. Life seems like it's going to be alot more pleasant when you begin to sign those divorce papers. Well‚ if you think that; you really are stupid fuck. Divorce is agony‚ even though I have the luck and dignity of not even attempting to do so. Imagine the pain‚ the long and ardous hours of complaining over mortgage‚ bank and substantial custody problems. Can two people who once loved each other so fiercely turn against each other in a flicker of a moment? I analyze the reasons for divorce: unfaithfulness‚ disrespect‚ improper behaviour‚ boredom‚ relationship problems and violence.

But in all the world's love. What about the children involved? That's a defining question for one to answer themselves. The generation ahead of us could be emotionally tortured by their parent's divorce. Crying themselves to sleep‚ self-afflicted harm or perturbed behaviour.

Until next time‚
- Diem (Slinky)

I've started to notice the rising amount of tourism in Australia. And that doesn't mean it's beginning to irritate me but it is almost staggering to think of how much tourism rates rake in from Japan alone. They must have a fuckload of money to waste then and it is strange. While I myself would feel damn proud of myself at getting over to America and remaining there for as long as my life stretches out‚ the Japanese have enough financial wealth to holiday on the Sunshine Coast for maybe just five days and fly back. A fair $2500-$3000 on a trip‚ and hey - throw in your old lady and the brats which could take it up to a cool eight-thousand return trip.

But I don't so much as worry about this as I do about them photographing me. It happened on Her Majesty's birthday holiday‚ I took a trip down to Sydney for a day and my eyes widen as I stepped into the arcade. I'd just been photographed by some random tourist. Probably because I was wearing clothes which made me look like a Madonna impersonator.
Like a fucking hit & run.

Hah. Well until later‚
- Diem (Slinky)