Present @ MindSay

Anyone noticed this?
By and large most people seem fonder of the past environment than they do of the present, even if the past was more messed up - but when they see themselves as human beings, they seem to always prefer what they are now over what they used to be.
The past is more familiar... and with that comes security and certainty, which gives comfort
The past also contains people we used to know...
And music and films we liked and grew to love
And ways of doing things that would seem amusing to us today

One example: pain - We don't want it in the present or future, but we don't necessarily regret it being in the past (or best if you don't) - because that pain made us who we are, and by that point it's gone and can't be re-experienced...
By total opposites - we want happiness in out present and future, but we only tend to want to be reminded of a happy past if the future is good too, otherwise it's a kick in the balls to think of what you lost. Still though, maybe we can learn to appreciate the happy times of even things that did end. That happiness will always be there in the past... and for pain... we can learn to forget.

I suppose when you do look at the past, we choose which bits to recall... and pain and day to day monotony aren't there - but we also choose not to forget what we since learned - so we go back into the past with more knowledge than we had then, and can see why things happened, and perhaps feel like we would be better suited to dealing with that situation in the future... almost a feeling like second chance - only that that chance won't be in the past

Dixie currently feels:

 Bored

 

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Quote of the day:

 

"Eee, imagine if some Christian came in here now? They'd try to EXCORISE your Playstation!"

- Adam

 

 

And this came about, as I was playing Haunted Tomb on Spyro 3 - and the game crashed just as I was charging a glass jar.

My gem number had froze in the top left corner - 5666.

With 666 supposably being the number of Satan - who's existance, I still question from time to time - Adam blurted that out, and I proper laughed for ages.

 

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As we go...

 

Adam's been here since 2.

It's now half 10.

He's staying the night. - For the first time in our 10 year friendship.

 

He's got this DS hacking cartridge, which you can download games onto.

He says he'll never have to buy any of the games again - because he's cheap. :P

 

So far, I reckon he's downloaded about £390 games today.

And the cartridge itself was only £40. :)

 

 

Rofl, he's complaining that I'm advertising his piracy.

Oh well, such is life. :P

 

 

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So today, whilst he's been sat beside me playing on his DS - I've been giving my 12-year old Playstation some hardcore time.

 

So I've had a shot at Spyro 3 - and gone from 8% to 77%.

I've done the first 5 missions on Hogs of War.

I had a quick go of Final Fantasy VII and mastered a few Materia crystals.

 

I'm getting the urge to play some Harvest Moon: BTN.

Best bargain I ever got - only £7.

 

Though, Pikmin was £8.

But Pikmin's nowhere near as good as BTN. :)

 

I've done another 10 battles on Mt. Battle on Pokémon Collosseum with Emily the Espeon and Volvic the Typhlosion.

They're both on level 82 now.

 

But Mt. Battle is so strenuous and boring - I just want to rip my skull out after a while.

 

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So Emily...

You asked me to blog - and here I am.

 

I don't really know what to say. :)

 

 

Well, as I mentioned to you - please let us both stop dwelling on the crappy past.

I try to forget things that have happened in my past alone - so can we put everything that's happened in our joint-past behind us?

 

All the tripe things, of course.

 

Let us not forget some of our wonderful moments...

 

- The day we started FoG...

- FoG's first anniversary...

- Christmas 2007 - our first VC...

- New Year's Day - the candy cane caper. :)

- And how can you forget the "I want an Echo...", before falling into my door and manically laughing?

 

 

Can you remember?

 

We laughed at every little thing....

- We still do.

 

We were always there to comfort each other...

- We still are.

 

When we'd had a crap day, one was always there for the other....

- We still are.

 

We'd share our secrets, share our feelings, share everything with each other...

- We still do.

 

We promised we'd always stay by the other's side...

- We still will...

 

 

We might have matured Emily...

We've gone through all the tough times together...

We've made it through, we're still alright...

 

We're older,

We're wiser...

And our friendship is so much stronger.

Dixie currently feels:

 Flattened

 

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Dixie currently looks like this:

 

 

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I'm going to be more throrough with my blogs now.

I have to have some method of keeping in touch with Emily now that both of our communication lines have been almost fully severed.

 

Entries 39, 40, 41 and 42 are going to be a 4-part video log, but it'll only be viewable by Emily herself.

She has her own category, and nobody but her, and hackers of her account will be able to see those videos - just for those who wonder why my blogs will skip from entry 38 to entry 43.

 

 

In that photo, I'm cuddling my moose. I named her Millie.

Emily sent me her in a package.

I named her Millie as an aliteration with moose, and a variation on Emily's own name.

 

She still smells like Emily a little around her nose, eyes and neck. I think it's Emily's scent I can make out, it smells like a human.

It's a very comforting smell - very warm and musty. I like it very much.

 

 

Emily - please give me a comment for my blogs.

Just so I know you're actually getting to read them....

 

 

 

In Textiles today, I'd finished my final outcome, so I got out my black folder, my blue folder and my two red files - along with my Tron Bonne pencil case and my Milka cow pencil case, which contains all my colours.

 

I spent the whole hour working on this:

 

 

 

Media used:

 

Crayola Pro fine liners - yellow, brown & peach

Craylola Artist colouring pencils - Pale blue, pink & navy blue

Crayola bold markers - Green

Steadlter colouring pencils - Orange & black

Tartan gel pens - Lime green & silver

Bic biro - Black

 

 

 

I'm getting better at drawing eyes and hands.

 

Mrs Mac, our school librarian liked this picture very much, and she asked for a colour photocopy for their new display - which is something to do with friendship and anti-bullying.

I agreed and let her take a copy.

 

I like this picture very much.

I think it's one of my best.

I'm sending Emily a copy of her own for her wall.

I hope she will like it.

I finally see and now understand.
Days have been taken, silent heart ache is spanned.
I knew there was more than what my eyes mined,
But my eyes were still blind to the wonders enshrined.
Words left open, be spelled by your rhyme.

I finally see, and I finally know.
There is more now to life, than ever before.
Some see stark contrast, and some the divine.
But love conquers all, even slow time.

I finally see, I finally know.
No matter what's past, No matter ahead.
I will move gracefully on no longer in dread.
It's not about hope or need anymore.
I will leave those large bundles alone on the floor.

I see a large door opening out from this place.
Beyond it I see only smiles and life's grace.
Perhaps the trip will be hard,
And maybe I'll swear.
But I'll never forget what I learned standing here.

This burden I had is now lost to time.
Your lesson was hard to discover, buried in rhyme.
But lessons once taught, stop and stand still.
And knowledge is power, pushing upwards to fill.

I see now beside me on top of this hill
A bright flowing river that warms off the chill.
No longer am I covered with shame.
I'll stand tall and proud, forcing life's hand in this game.

The lesson I learned made it all seem so real.
A word brought by rhyme, gentle words send a chill.
No more will I doubt myself in this place.
I thank you for writing, now let's get on at love's pace.

On a typical work day, I'm the first one in and the last one out.  Yesterday evening I received a lovely gift basket from someone I had helped out.  It was a pretty tower of silver and gold boxes stacked on top of each other large to small all tied together with a big ribbon.  It was close to 6 and I was exhausted, so I left it on my desk with the excitement of opening it this morning. 

When I got in this morning, the chick in the cube across from me immediately asks (before I even got my coat off) "WHO IS [name]???"  I explained that it was the name of a company that I had provided assistance to.  Why was she asking?  "Well you remember what they told us in fire warden training - that we should be on the look out for anything that seems unusual or out of place in someone's cube - you know JUST IN CASE!  So I saw the gift boxes and I thought that wasn't something that was there when I left work yesterday, and you weren't in yet, so I looked at the invoice and the card, and I didn't know who it was from, so I wanted to make sure that it wasn't anything suspicious."  I told her that they were probably just chocolates, and the shipping box was on the floor next to my desk, and she could look up the website on the tag at the top, and packages already have to go through multiple layers of security before it even gets in to our offices.  I'm amazed that she didn't call our security team, but not surprised at all at her rude nosiness.  This chick also likes to remind us that even a can of Diet Coke left out of place on someone's desk could be a suspicious item!

This afternoon at lunch my friend and I opened the boxes up - chocolate bites, nutty chocolate things, shortbread cookies (for my Lent observing friends), and chocolate covered pretzels.  Yummy yum yums!  But none for Nancy Nosy Butt across the way!

PS: When I told my family this when I got home tonight, Av suggested that maybe I should bring the chocolates home to share...