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61 Jungle Book Rhythm N' Groove Monday, January 29th 2001 03:05PM Was at a 21st yesterday and some of the people were playing playstation games including the game that involves a dancemat for Disney's Jungle Book Rhythm N' Groove...... *drools and sighs* From what I remember in the computer stores I've been to - the mat and game itself cost approximately $140 at Gamesman I have no idea what the difference there is between a DDR mat and this one, but it's definitely not something you try if you're wearing socks. But the mat seems responsive enough to bare feet regardless (unlike the arcade versions) The main differences between DDR and the Jungle Book make it much more fun. During the steps, there are powerups that can be gained by pressing preset steps (which are indicated on a sign above the dancing characters) without missing the ones that are part of the level dances. Some powerups include 2x points and the firewall which pauses the need to dance the right steps for a nice restful moment. And of course being able to dance to a wonderful song like "Bear Necessities" with Baloo is fun!! 62 Food: Miyabi Sushi Thursday, February 15th 2001 07:07PM Miyabi Sushi Japanese Cafe Shop 13, 142 Willis St. Village Wellington What can I say? YUM!!!!!! My sister sure knows where the good food is. *ehehs* *grins* I have a slight penchant for sushi. Just slight y'know. ^_~ Healthy, tasty and delicious, filling but not fattening... what is there not to like about sushi? The cafe is on the main road but out of the way so it's nice and quiet with a tranquil atmosphere. They also have good taste in music!! (I heard a Hikaru Utada album playing while eating there) And the food was scrumptious! Where else can a person get oysters in sushi and tempura? And the baby octopus was gorgeous cold too. Authentic and delicious sushi is great when coupled with lots of variety. So go there or else drool in envy ^_~ 63 Senseless Ramblings Wednesday, March 7th 2001 12:07AM I'm finding myself in a funny situation where time has no meaning at all, my body clock's totally bent out of shape and my life's slowly but surely following a whacked out sort of timetable. Lived with Catriona for 5 days. It was fun catching the trains. It's actually easier than driving into work. (which I braved and survived with flying colours today - no mean feat for one such as I incidentally). The roads are tiny, squashed where in some areas you risk having the sides of the car scraped by cars parked on either side. That and some WEIRD intersections. I hate one way streets. Working nightshift is really hard to fit things around. Especially since I spent the first week at work waking up at 7:30am and rushing off to work by 9 commuting by train. It's very convenient what with a huge grey concrete overpass that makes it extra easy and quick (by avoidance of having to cross highways) when it stops right outside the workplace!! I keep feeling the impending sense of doom, knowing that I only have a set number of hours to complete tasks before I have to get to work on time. Knowing that carparks are hard to obtain and that time is of the essence makes errands even harder to run in a big town such as this. I keep wishing that I could walk or bus to where I need to go – but the lack of time doesn't help things. I received my proximity security card recently and enjoy flashing the little card past the sensor which then lights up green-like and releasing the door locks. FUN!!! *bouncie* Also was allowed to run rampant at work throwing chaos at all the people around me by pestering them to death ^_^;;; So here I am, having spent 6 years in a tertiary institution – and I find that the learning curve is steeper and curvier at work!!! My brain goes all whizzy at the amount of information that has to be soaked up and I'm going to have fun figuring out exactly what went into the mental dustbin as a consequence… Change CAN be fun and exciting… but I'm still a creature of set routines and habits. My list of little things to do keeps getting longer and bigger and larger and more complicated as I discover more things are missing and I complete tasks. *grins* I'm SOO unorganised. But I'm a little happy chickie and life is good if not a little squashed. I do miss being able to sleep in – but I'm glad I still manage to get in 8 hours of sleep more or less… Work is fun…the night shift guys have a curry run almost every night. And today the newbies (aka me) were inducted. I've always loved roti chanai so I definitely benefitted. Not to mention that my little tummy got all warm and round and happy!!! *ehehs* I happy! 64 Embracing Change...finally Monday, March 19th 2001 12:52PM I'm starting to understand the simplicity of being busy. Following a schedule that leaves one little time to be confused and messed up by emotional matters. The simplicity of going to getting up in the morning, immersing myself temporarily in an imaginary world where all the cares in the world disappear, and rushing off to work, solving people's problems for about 8 hours and not having to worry about your own. Coming home, eating dinner, giving your brain time to relax and wind down, talking to flatmates before immersion into another world...falling asleep and repeating the cycle once more. Although everything still seems to happen in a disorganised manner, things are being done slowly but surely. New routines are being created and I'm finding it a interesting contrast, where I'm glorying in the freedom of having the entire house to myself. And enjoying the company of others without feeling like it's a chore or duty at other times. In a way, it's a form of isolation. Like a detachment where nothing really seems to be real. With no real immediacy. The only socialising I'm getting at the moment is that of workmates joking chatting or helping. Talking to flatmates when they're free to chat. ICQ irregularly with the few people I bothered to write down their no. for. And email when I can muster a reply of sorts to friends that now live at least 2 or more hours away. I also get to be the invisible flatmate due to my weird working hours of 2-11pm, which seems to good for flat morale and limiting the dents to tolerence/irritation levels of my flatmates. And with my sis's breakup/stalemate, I'm okay with providing an anchor, relating to her situation because I was there almost 9 months ago. Being able to help and support but not get emotionally involved too insidiously. There's nothing quite like having a chance to empower oneself because you're doing good. And knowing you're making a slight difference in the world in a tangible manner while earning money to spend flagrantly at the same time. As a student, where once I had far too much time to worry about things that got me down, I now can start to feel good about myself, knowing that I'm on a journey that will never end. Knowing I'm doing something for myself and also learning, growing up and seeing things from a different perspective. I finally went on one of the most scariest shopping sprees I've ever been on in my life... AND I was being good too... There's nothing better knowing that you can spend money safe in the thought that there will be more money in the bank later... LOTS more... The difference between pocket money from part time jobs and studying and working fulltime is awe inspiring. I'm very lucky to be in the flat environment I'm in. All of us have the cash to get the occassional luxury item, when the craving hits us, and budgeting isn't really an issue at all. I've got alot to be grateful for. That things have turned out so well after a long period of pressure, stress and responsibility.   65 Police Encounter Thursday, March 22nd 2001 01:54PM Was coasting down a hill the other night (Tue) around midnight in my little metallic mint green car AKA mah lil dinky wee car (oh how I love to use that description ^_^;;) when I hit the intersection - and had a police car with flashing lights suddenly appear behind me. Not entirely sure if they were pulling ME over or running off to a crime scene, I continued semi-sedately - AND not even overspeeding until they blasted that police foghorn at the next stoplight. ^_^;; Isn't it funny how having police "chase" you down makes you feel? Especially when you're not sure exactly what you've done wrong to deserve having a cop car flashing it's lights pulling you over? For the first time ever after 2 years worth of driving experience? I whipped out my drivers license quickflash, and shoved it under the officer's face straight away. ^_^ Irony of ironies - it was a compulsory breath test >_<;; I don't drink... especially after I'm heading home from work after visiting sis so I felt really silly getting one when I hadn't even been near one. So I dutifully said a couple of goobledygook words knowing that it was the breath and not the content of the words that was more important, asked if that was okay? And drove off homewards ^_^ Of course that wasn't the end of that - to top it off - they thought I was a guy till they looked in the window.....   66 Of... Thursday, March 29th 2001 02:13AM How time flies. I'm constantly amazed at where all the time goes. Whether I'm at work or home. Concentrating blindingly intently or relaxing. Tired or dazed. Chirpy or bouncy. How often when I get home from work - I enjoy talking to my flatmates...and then enjoy having one or two hours to myself reading or using the computer. How things seem the same - and yet so different. How home feels totally different now that I live in a tiny little storage room. Where everything seems new, scary and yet exciting. How my little "expeditions" are carefully planned out living in a cosmopolitan city. And going home and being able to escape the rat race for a little bit and "relax" and space out. How my list of things to do seems to increase exponentially while tasks completed seem so inconsequential. How my sleeping patterns have remained the same irregardless of my geographical location. How having a few items from "home" can make a room feel like self. How much I have to feel grateful and realise how much of a good thing I have - especially since I seem to have a propensity for doing things last minute - and yet seemed to have turned out really well in retrospect. How little inconsequential things make so much of a difference as to how my day goes, because they ARE inconsequential. How much happier I feel - in charge of my own destiny and as a consequence - more self-assured. How cooking has become something more as an experience to be enjoyed rather than a a dutiful task done grudgingly. *grins* And there I shall stop. 67 Busy Busy Busy!!! Monday, April 2nd 2001 03:08AM What a day.... I don't like carwashes any more >_<..... They're MEAN to my car!!!! *sniffles* But to make up for such a horrible start to the day - I got lots of things done! Flat shopping was such a rush because we all wanted to get to the festival on time...which didn't actually eventuate unfortunately ^_^; We missed out on seeing some really cute kids show off their martial arts skills - although we caught glimpses. Secondly - I had to rush straight to work right after I'd managed to finally get some food down my stomach ^_^ Today was also a good reminder as to just how provincial I feel in a cosmopolitan city such as when I went to the Festival of Asia that occurred this weekend. We had to wait in line for all the food - and by the time we GOT to the head of the queue - all the food we wanted was gone.... Talk about frustration. However there were some AMAZING acts that were on show - including some mediocre ones too - but on the whole it was a good experience. It's also amazing how the quality of satays varies - I tried 3 types today - some were divine...and others were just barely edible (taste-wise). *bouncies* I bought some really cool bracelets at the crafts section of the fair. *grins* Maheen actually got some nice cheap fashionable ones (in natural woods) which if I was being GOOD I would have bought...but me being bad - I bought some cute sparkley pastel coloured ones (in flower or oval shapes) diamante-style with little dangly bananas in all the colours of the rainbow. *grins* They're so pretty!!! *bouncies s'more* I was playing around with them at work all day. *grins* I'm glad I do have a little advantage when I moved down to Wgtn. Knowing most of the roads and suchlike is REAL important when one is driving. *grins* I'm normally bad enough when walking let alone driving...so it's a good thing I carry a map around at all times as well as having the little one up in my head from all the countless trips down to visit friends, family and shopping expeditions from the past to the current time!! Work has an interesting little routine where on certain nights of the week - there are roti chanai rounds where (almost) everyone orders ^_^ *yums* And BOY are they good too! *grins* Only problem about this in the long run is that it's BAD for ya (and the pocket too)! *rubs very round and well-fed tummy* On the other hand - I eat really well considering that I'm not living at home anymore ^_^ *ehehs* 68 Red Hot! Wednesday, April 4th 2001 03:33AM A funny thing happened at work today... We had 2 fire drills/false alarms in the space of one hour. ^_^; We were regaled by the appearance of 4 fire trucks in total (which if there was a REAL fire would be the minimum required for the site of our work...what with being near a port and everything. *ehehs* The response times of the fire engines sure were pretty impressive! One even came all the way from Khandallah!! *grins s'more* Not bad for a gal who's only worked for a month and half - and experienced 3 fire drills already. ^_~ Onto a totally/slightly different change of topic: One of the things that I'll always have problems getting over - is when calls become personal and they make you feel as if it's YOU they're personally slighting when things don't go well. Being too sensitive is an absolute pain in the butt. One of my weaknesses has always been an inability to leave things well alone and to poke my nose into things. *grins* Being nosey is so annoying, and distracting to boot. Time suddenly becomes such a sought after item that sacrificing sleep is tempting...incredibly so. It's a daily struggle that I still haven't yet been able to satifactorily appease - even temporarily since oversleeping is just as bad as not getting enough sleep *sigh* Isn't it funny though when life does a complete turn around? One moment you're all happy and the next - things don't look so great. Some balance would be nice... but then again - I seem to only be able to exist on one side of the spectrum or the other. One of the good things I've been able to do is to read alot of stuff. Strangers in Paradise is surprising good - even more so considering the really good things I've heard about Terry Moore and his work. It makes me think about what I've done with my life - and what more I should do with it, now that I have moved onto another stepping stone in a multitude of higher levels I could aspire to. On a cheerier side of things - it looks like Easter will surely be interesting - regardless of whether I get to go to the scifi con this year and meet Mercedes Lackey or not... 69 Ivory Towered Thursday, April 5th 2001 01:31AM Am feeling ivory towered today. Ironic considering that today - I managed to talk to alot of people. Got my library card finally after wanting to get it done over 1 month ago. I felt really stupid actually there - I think being shown far too much courtesy and public relations got to me. It also made me feel very much like a little kid. While walking around I checked out the butchers, and some of the other shops as well. I believe I'll enjoy poking around in the 2nd hand stores to see what goodies I can unearth. Even got some free tickets to see a viola concert on Sunday. Am looking forward to that just like a little kid given her first taste at cotton candy. Need to sort out my emotional levels and sensitivity to disparaging, truthful comments and negativity sometime soon. Some days I feel happy, like life's going forwards, with a huge road winding over a hill unseen and onwards, with anticipation. And on days like this - even though it WAS a good day - there's nothing like something at the end of the day to make it a downer. *sigh* I need a life. It's hard trying to figure out just where exactly I can be just myself - and not have to have tight reins on the little kid aspect of myself that shows up every so often when I try to be mature, correct and polite like an adult. Ironic huh? One is constantly told that as one ages - they should be more mature, responsible and more aware of the future and it's consequences. Yet, it's the immature part of me that's fun and keeps expressing itself in inopportune moments. *sigh* 70 Mortal Happiness Tuesday, April 10th 2001 02:35PM There's something fragile about happiness. You know it's a transient emotion that it won't last. Knowing that makes that fall from the heavens even more bittersweet. Tis legend or myth where an angel spying upon a pair of lovers witnesses the brief but powerfully transcendent flare from the love of two mortal souls, then a darkness, a barreness ever more starker in comparison to that blinding light of bliss. It makes me wonder when I am truly happy for a space if I should follow the bright road or stray off the path somewhat as to shield against the disappointment of life. And this is coming from someone unceasingly chirpy, bouncy and optimistic. Perhaps the humdrum of contentment shall be more bearable for a space. Monday, January 29th 2001 03:05 p.m.

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