Here goes:

1. Graduated high school.
2. Kissed someone.
3. Smoked a cigarette.
4. Got so drunk you passed out.
5. Rode every ride at an amusement park.
6. Collected something stupid.
7. Gone to a rock concert.
8. Helped someone.
9. Gone fishing.
10. Watched four movies in one night.
11. Lied to someone.
12. Snorted cocaine.
13. Smoked weed.
14. Failed a subject.
15. Been in a car accident.
16. Been in a tornado.
17. Watched someone die.
18. Been to a funeral.
19. Burned yourself.
20. Run a marathon.
21. Cried yourself to sleep.
22. Spent over 10,000 bucks in one day.
23. Flown on an aeroplane.
24. Cheated on someone.
25. Been cheated on.
26. Written a 10 page letter.
27. Gone skiing.
28. Been sailing.
29. Cut yourself.
30. Had a best friend.
31. Lost someone you loved.
32. Got into trouble for something you didn’t do.
33. Stolen a book from the library.
34. Gone to a different country.
35. Watched the Harry Potter movies.
36. Had an online diary.
37. Fired a gun.
38. Gambled in a casino.
39. Been in a school play.
40. Been fired from a job.
41. Taken a lie detector test.
42. Swam with dolphins.
43. Voted for someone on a reality TV show.
44. Written poetry.
45. Read more than 20 books a year.
46. Gone to Europe.
47. Loved someone you shouldn’t have.
48. Used a colouring book over age 12.
49. Had a surgery.
50. Had stitches.
51. Taken a Taxi.
52. Had more than 5 IM conversations going on at once.
53. Been in a fist fight.
54. Suffered any form of abuse.
55. Had a pet.
56. Petted a wild animal.
57. Had your own credit card & bought something with it.
58. Dyed your hair.
59. Got a tattoo.
60. Had something pierced.
61. Got straight A’s.
62. Known someone personally with HIV or AIDS.
63. Taken pictures with a webcam.
64. Lost something expensive.
65. Gone to sleep with music on.

Here’s the thing, I like going out to the City of Perth, or perhaps it’s smaller counterpart of Armadale, with it’s unique take on urban life; populated by hoons, beggars, shoppers, the pack of Valley-speaking Aussie teens toting Sesame Street bags with Elmo on them (uh, shouldn’t you have outgrown them by now?), drunken people of both Aboriginal or Caucasian descent and the occasional person walking around spouting nonsense or obscenities at random people (including myself) as I walk past, clearly armed with a bag I usually bring to TAFE, with no weapon in sight (or anything that I can use as a substitute), because it is clear that I have some business to attend to to do with paperwork, despite the fact that I hate the necessity of them and the bureaucracy that keeps on giving that kind of lobotomised nonsense to my person.

This is when I drift in terms of concentration, thinking about other things besides the priority, such as: am I having lunch here? Or maybe at Perth? The Armadale Shopping City food court? Or the Armadale Central one? Should I really be looking at that bookstore? Should I get some phone credit before I forget, again? I remember a green blur in the field of vision, like a man-sized grasshopper as I make my way towards Dome, which is near one of the Shopping City’s entries and Gelare, with their new range of ice creams catering to Asian tastebuds (mine included!). I see the “grasshopper” yet again, trying to gain my attention like an animated sign. Of course, my eyesight is limited despite having glasses to see. But, I saw writing on this man-creature’s shirt. I spell it out slowly, inside of my food-deprived head:

G-R-E-E-N-P-E-A-C-E. Shit, here we go… The man, no longer a grasshopper, smiled at me and said, “Come on, talk to me…” I hate those words most times, but not as much as the word “Excelsior”, which I’ve managed to type. Gah.

Then this Guy From Greenpeace (I have long forgotten his name) starts bringing the usual spiel about his love for animals and what the Japanese are doing to the whales, of which I am aware of. This guy then hopes to get a signature, since I told him about registering on the Net of which I probably won’t do anyway due to my lack of faith in these people and their utter stupidity when it comes to pestering people who are in a certain place for business to Get Rid Of Fucking Paperwork And Not Get More. What is wrong with you, Mr Greenpeace? Can’t you make do with what you’ve got? Since you are like a Hippie, aren’t you into DIY and playing Hacky-Sack? If you weren’t so busy trying (and failing) to sell me your sob-story and recruit me into your ranks, you would’ve saved all these whales by now! I am rather sceptic about these kinds of organisations or groups because of them doing things like this instead of shutting up and taking actual action, demanding the populace to provide them with signatures on paper, which probably wouldn’t mean shit, then having the guts to ask for a small donation, of which I only donate to the nice old lady at Perth, the Salvos Lady. Sorry, Mr. Greenpeace, but you are one of the people inside a select group of people of which I am sceptic and will lose faith in. Go and bait a gullible teenager and her girlfriends into joining your Crack-Team of Fail.  Have a nice day.

I tried to fall in it again
My friends took bets and disappeared
They mime their sighing violins
I think I’ll wait another year

I want my chest pressed to your chest
My nervous systems interfere
Ten or eleven months have passed
I think I’ll wait another year

This post, only in detail. My year started as something not-so spectacular, until I said that H____ couldn’t give more hours than I wanted. Then, it all went to Hell for me a bit after that, hence my absence from this world. My studies were going fine, met a few friends, fell in love with a classmate. Already, the clouds were gathering on the horizon. I failed several times over, that was basically it, digging myself out of near-impossible holes, whilst dealing with the predicted weakness that I called Emotion and The Human Condition. I had my mettle tested in a place not suited for my temperament and paid the price by getting help from a place I despised; a Hell within my Eden. I then realised that the love I had and the relationship with the once classmate N___ was not to be, because I saw the flaws in the said person that refused to mend and parted ways, realising that this was the first of two doors to unlock in life. I succeeded by just three days ago, thanks to a realisation by a lecturer of my skills and what I wanted to do for the future that was still being carved before my eyes. Many people have said that I am stronger than most, but I’ve been so blind. Until now.

This is the biscuit’s crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
KMFDM forever sucks
Here’s your voice from the underground
Get ready for another round
Nothing new it’s the same old shit
If it works this good why fuck with it

And so, a new era dawns with the Australian government swearing in the first time in history, the first Australian PM who is female and apparently ruthless according to the media in the “execution” of K-Rudd, the poor man now not getting the post of Foreign Affairs Minister, with the astounding gift of tongues to charm and beguile the Chinese. I am shocked at the coldness of this country, and the trouble it’s getting into thanks to the things heaps upon it’s plate, silver long tarnished by the matters of the refugees and the super-tax. I’m also annoyed that the whole thing doesn’t change much. If anything, we have voted for the lesser of two morons, or, I should say, same shit, different package. In others news, my life, after suffering the death of a pet who was the darling boy in the family, has turned around for the better; I scored a traineeship in the ATO that starts sometime next month and passed my college Cert. Normal programming will resume tomorrow.