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I'm done
I have no answers
The future looks different than it did back then
and I do not understand

I do not understand why giving up
and letting go
is the only way

I do not understand a promise being unfulfilled
I do not know how many times I must
get in the ring for this one fight

I do not love that a calling demands sacrifice
I do not love that it is not a short term assignment

I would like an easy life
I would like to do it all
to have it all
I would like an out

But I owe more than I am owed
My part can not be sung by someone else

I give up

To echo the thoughts of hundreds of other Australian bloggers.

It's about time.

The day we said 'Sorry'
Multimedia: Prime Minister Kevin Rudd says 'sorry'
to the stolen generation in Parliament.

(Links to the Sydney Morning Herald Website)

It was cards night tonight. We haven't played for ages. (And my and I partner lost - Yah Boo Sux.)

Anyway, I'd left the house without my wallet and my licence lives in my wallet - (mmm still not sure where it is... must remedy). The thing is, you have to carry your licence with you when you drive so I'm hardly ever without it. No big deal right? What the chances that on the one day you don't take your wallet with you that you're going to get pulled over?

Slim to none... surely.

Hah.

Not likely. I made the comment on the way out the door, hope I don't get pulled over, I'm not carrying my licence.

Shez says... naaah, no worries, as if...

So, I'm not 50m from the place I'd been parked and a plain car flashes his blue and reds at me.

Oh.

Sh*t.

I pull over

Officer Hot comes up the car and asks if I've been drinking.

I say [um] Yes.

He asks how much I'd had.

I say a very little bit of champagne.

I count for the sniffer.

And pass the test.

And blow me down, he doesn't ask for my licence.

Now THAT's divine intervention.

It happened.

Mr Upstairs brought home company. At 3am this morning him and this bird, walked/stumbled up the stairs by my bedroom window with no concern for my being asleep.

THIS bird squawked in her half awakeness and they shut up long enough for me to nod back off. I must have done so fairly quickly because I was woken again shortly thereafter by them going off... or going at it... or [insert euphemism of choice here].

Now, you may all think I'm a bit prudish for being bothered about it. If you've read my about page you'll understand why (ironically in my last 5 years of living in apartments this is the 1st time I've been any kind of unwitting audience for any kind of [ahem] home-made porn). But there's a fair bit of ewww attached to trying not to picture what's going one directly above my bed on the next floor.

Worldly people, please advise, do I have any right to be squicked out ? Is this just one of those facts of life one has to live with when one lives in close quarters?

Sigh, ah well, while I await your sterling advice and before they go for round 4, I'm off to get coffee.

And ear-plugs.

I'm over it.

Rugby.

I give up, I think it's time I supported some other sport... this business of being an All Blacks supporter is a joke. Every 4 years the ABs get hauled before us as the favourites for the tournament and every time they choke.

So, this weekend I've sat through losses for both the Australia, my adopted country, and NZ my native land.

They both suck.

I wonder what sort of form the Kazakhstani ping pong team have got. Maybe I'll start getting excited about them instead. At least if they bugger it up they've probably got less distance to fall from the pedestal.

Don't come looking for me, and if you're Australian, don't even say the All Blacks' name in my company.

Seriously.