Warning: Overly sentimental bullcrap ahead

I started writing about this one twitter, but I figured, I’m already rambling in more than 140 words, might as well make full entry about this.

Love.

You hear all the clichés, that it is a many splendoured thing. That it is the greatest joy and the greatest pain. In the heart of it, love is about finding, not someone to live with, but someone you cannot live without. People may say “I love you.”, then find out later that yes, you can bear to live without the person. We are only human, we make mistakes.

No, this is not an April Fool’s post, everything written below is heartfelt. Disregard the date.

Twenty Eleven

In a few hours, it will be 2012. I would have been alive on this little blue planet for 24 years and 8 months.

Where did the year go? So many things had happened – new things were experienced, and these were the lessons that made me grow as a person. Michael, John… again, showed me what I really wanted, and how I would not stand by idly, allowing how I was treated by a rollercoaster of a boy to treat me, how I had realised I did not want to hold the hands and show someone how they are supposed to be in a relationship. I did not want to be the one wearing the pants, making the decisions, I did not want to be the door mat, the girl who waited, the one strung along. These things weren’t much, but I had over come them and grown as a person. And its because of these, these are the things that connected me to Mika, and despite the heartache, I am grateful.

There was drama of course, not directly involving me, but it still allowed me to help my friends, and because I was also there for them, we were able to smooth things out. Toxins were purged, and much like cutting off the dead leaves on a plant, this allowed the bush to flourish and bloom, and this allowed some friends to show their true blossoms and selves. And I am grateful that I was there to witness it.

The New Year also heralds the end of things – some friendships because I had gotten tired of how they were acting, of the employment I had at CSBA, 2 and a half years filled with learning experiences and memories. They had given a lot in allowing me to grow as an employee, and for that, I am grateful.

Whats a new year to me?

Another start, another day, what makes it different? Why wait until the new year ticks over to make a change? This is sort of the reason why I do not make resolutions. If you want something to change, why wait until its the start of the new year if it is something you want to change? If you want change, you do so immediately – don’t wait, why wait?

The closest thing to a New Years resolution I have is that I’d paint more in 2012, but despite that, I had already started to paint more anyway. So why wait if you can make the change now?

More Warcraft Stuff and some Personal stuff too

I’m sure not everyone wants to hear about my personal life and/or whatever, so I’ll be putting that at the latter end of this entry.

I went raiding again with Raids without Pants, and I think I really am enjoying raiding… well, with these guys anyway. Especially more so when on Mumble and I can hear majority of the guild chatting along telling stories during downtime. This wasn’t something I could have done when I was with on my old ISP, a stupid little webdongle thing (a USB mobile modem thing) which gave me constant lag and was insanely frustrating when it got all PMSy. I couldn’t even speak on Vent or Mumble due to said lag as it would distort and  constantly cut off my own voice. 

Horses, Horses

Every morning when I take the bus to the train station, I pass by a bus stop that sits right next to a large paddock that houses about 2 horses and a foal. They seem to be nice, well-fed, and well cared for, as during the winter months, the owners give the horses covers, or their own variation of winter coats, to warm up and ward off the winter frost. The horses need these to keep healthy during this time, since they are free range, in the sense that they don’t seem to be tethered at all times and the “pen” they live in would probably take a good minute or so to gallop across.

This morning, I passed by the bus stop and saw the following sign:

“To those who Slaughtered the horses and keep on smashing the bus stop, I pray to God for your soul.”

>”To those who Slaughtered the horses

>”who Slaughtered the horses”
>”Slaughtered the horses”

WHAT.

These are someone’s well cared for, and loved animals, so I am absolutely horrified that someone would trespass into another persons property, climbing over a fence, and slay another person’s animal companion.

I can only just imagine the horror that the owners must have felt when they found the bodies the next morning. The area I live in, looks nice, but I know its littered with hoons, bogans, and wogs. But never did I think to this extent.

This is beyond terrible. Its a horrible showcase of human cruelty for the benefit of their own enjoyment.

I Suppose…

As I type this up, I’m seated half in my work clothes, half in my PJ’s, with the first Men in Black movie playing the background. Attempting to drown out the complaints of my now roughly 3 – 4 year old Macbook.

I’m trying think of a proper name for this blog, I mean I know its url is “neenerlife” but that was … kind of a placeholder until I thought of something proper. [Damn, Will Smith's outfit is so 90's] I tried playing with the headder, but it didn’t seem to be working as intended. Right now everything is basically all default and I’m wanting to spruce it up a bit but eh.