Somehow…

Posted on December 15th, 2007 in Studies, Life

Over the last couple of months, I’ve lived on a diet of stress and caffeine. Hair has fallen out. There were tears - TEARS - about school work! I was convinced that this semester’s results weren’t going to be as great as last semester’s results.

Last semester, it was 4 high distinctions and a distinction. I thought that this semester, it would be 1 HD and, if I was bloody lucky, 4 distinctions. Low distinctions, at that. Credits, more likely.

I didn’t think I was going to fail but I was not happy at the prospect of credits. This is my second IT degree. I came back to uni so that this time I could do it right. Four distinctions and a HD would have been a relief, given how hard the semester was, but not grades I’d be ecstatic with. Still, a distinction average would be acceptable.

Exams ended. I had one lousy week of holiday before summer school started again. Most of the time was spent catatonic. Sat on my bed and stared out the window. Slept. Lots of sleeping! Occassionally played video games but not as much as I thought I would. Cleaned the house. Was fairly zombie-like, overall.

The morning of results came and I slept in. That’s how brain dead I was. I didn’t even remember, after all the stress I went through, that the results would be out that morning. Eventually was woken up by a message from a friend asking me if I was happy or if it was time to take Accounting.

I stared at that message for about three minutes wondering what the hell he was going on about before I realised “Oh!! Results are out!!” and he wanted to know if I was happy with mine.

Turn on laptop. Takes an eternity to load. Log into my uni account.

One of the nice things Swinburne does with their online portal is - on results day - redirect you to your results page as soon as you log in.

Page loads. My eyes are still half-glued together after 9 hours snoozing. But I can still make out the straight line of HDs down the page.

Hehhhh….*dies*

And to think that Maths was my worst subject…

Posted on November 15th, 2007 in Life, Studies, Radio, Gigs, Intarweb, Geekery, Music, Rants

In the spirit of xkcd, I have constructed a graph:

I <3 Sawao Yamanaka

I’m supposed to be studying today. But I couldn’t get into it. My brain kept pulling cruel tricks on me. So in the end I started doing procrastination cleaning. And to accompany my cleaning? Some music! I should turn on my stereo every so often, after all. Ooh! And look! I have shelves full of CDs! Why don’t I put one on?

Hmm, the pillows! Bloody hell, when was the last time I listened to them?

I’ve been living on a musical diet of Triple J and whatever I can hear from my housemate’s bedroom lately. I haven’t had iTunes on in a while and even then I’ve kept it to the whole playlist, rather than the Japanese or pillows-specific playlists. Kyo-kun hasn’t even been charged in the last ….three months, maybe?

As soon as the CD started playing though, I instantly felt happier. Cleaning and sorting the laundry was fun, I had something nice to eat and I could settle down at my laptop to do a bit of study.

I probably haven’t been the easiest person to be around recently. If I’m not bitchy and hermit-y then I’m stressed and slightly hysterical. Apologies to my friends and family who have had to put up with me this semester. It hasn’t been an easy one. Nearly over though.

And now I know the real cause behind my bad moods! It all became so clear this afternoon, listening to My Foot…I haven’t been listening to enough pillows!

Hahaaahaaahahaha!! That must be it!!! All better now!!!

Probably will be better still when my exams are over and I get a decent grade for them, but for now the pillows is the panacea.

Meanwhile, the procrastination cleaning, then drawing up this graph and blogging about it means I’ve wasted three hours that I could’ve used studying.

But at least I feel better about it!

“It is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich”…..figuratively speaking

Posted on November 5th, 2007 in Life, Rovers, Rants

Dear Chidade,

RE: YOUR MEMBERSHIP OF SCOUTS VICTORIA: MEMBERSHIP NUMBER ##########

I am sorry to see at the recent census of our membership that you are no longer a member. As each and every Scout is important to us, I would like to know why you have left the Scouts.

I know that it might be one reason or it might be several reasons. I also know that sometimes it is difficult to say what you think. But whatever the reason, if it is important to you, I would like to hear about it. In this way, I can think about changes we can make or things we should do differently.

So that I can understand your reasons, I would be very pleased if you would complete our survey below.

Your Sincerely,

squiggle line goes here

1. I joined Scouts because:
Peer Pressure. Snark was on my case for a good year before I finally gave in. I think I was also probably dating a Rover at the time.

I had a brother, sister, Mother, Father or other family member in Scouts (please circle):
No. The thought of my sister in a Scout uniform is highly amusing though.

2. I acheived the following Badges/Awards (please tick)
None of the above. I only got the standard badges that they hand to you when you join up. Oh, and that special badge they handed out this year since it’s the Centenary of Scouting. Haven’t actually sewn any of them on my shirt, even after 3 odd years.

3. I took part in Scout Shows such as Gang Show, Camberwell Showtime, Strezlecki Showtime, Whitehorse Showtime (please circle):
Why doesn’t South Metro Showtime get any love? No, I only took part as an audience member. Twice. And both times, I regretted it.

4. I went on outdoor activities such as hikes, camps, water activities and pack holidays (please circle)
Well, there were two occassions when I had to sleep in a tent. I think that more alcohol than hiking was involved, though. Yes.

5. I attended a Jamboree, Cuboree, Venture or Moot (please circle)
Actually, I don’t think any ran while I was a Scout, least, not ones that I would actually pay to attend, as opposed to pay to work my ass off for bratty, snot-nosed, little shits. So no. But only by coincidence.

6. I became a sixer, patrol leader, unit chairman or crew leader (please circle)
What’s a sixer?

7. I attended a Youth Forum at Group, District, Region or Branch level (please circle)
See Number 5.

8. Three things I particularly like about Scouts are:
- Drinking
- Socialising (when I’m not in hermit-mode)
- Shenanigans

9. If I had a magic wand, three things I would change about Scouts are:
Look, I don’t really have anything against Scouts. I’ve just quit because I don’t have the time or the money right now. Scouts is bloody expensive. There’s all those slabs of beer we need to chip into, f’rinstance.

Rovers was fun while it lasted. It’s not very Scout-y. It’s not very much about getting badges for basket weaving and spending every school holidays up to your armpits in mud in some remote camping site. Although, if you want it to be, it can be that too. I’m not a Scouty type person. I don’t have a history of Scouts (while almost all of the members I know at least joined at Venturer level - having a new Scout at Rover level is really weird) and while I’m all for Service to the Community and Goodwill Onto Others and all that, I don’t feel like I need to act like the Queen’s pompous do-gooder militia to achieve it.

That last sentence was a bit of a mean generalisation. There are awesome Scouts and Scouts leaders around. I just wish some of the hierarchy would pull their heads out of their collective asses.

Meh, Rovers. For me it was very much about drinking, socialising and shagging in tents. They are a pretty tight bunch - I think I may have suffered there, because I only became a Scout at Rover level while everyone else knew each other and had stories to tell from Venturers, Cubs or just much younger Rovers. Still, they welcomed me. I was slack though. I never got invested. I was a Squire for the three-years-on-and-off that I was a Scout. And it never really mattered.

Never learnt the Scout Prayer or Promise. Never even learned all the words to Oogie Oogie Oogie.

I’m still going to be friends with all the Rovers I know, mainly through Snark. I’m glad I met these people. I have nothing against them, not very much against the Scout movement, and all-in-all I would’ve stayed if it wasn’t $250+ dollars a year and then another $15 minimum per meeting to do what essentially was socialising and gossip. No one gossips like a Rover.

Plus the time. Once a week and the few long weekend trips doesn’t seem like much, but I have precious little time as it is with university - any free time that I get I want to spend playing Ragnarok or in front of my Nintendo. It’s crying itself to sleep each night, my poor Wii.

No, the things I like doing through the Rovers I can in fact do without being a Rover. So sadly, circumstances dictate that I’ll be handing over my badge and uniform, look, it’s as good as new, only worn 6 times.

What, I’m supposed to keep them? And do what, exactly? Start a collection?!

Up…down….up…..down

Posted on August 22nd, 2007 in Japan 2007, Studies, Life, Melbourne
  • Have to get up at 6am…downer
  • Cat cuddles up to me…upper
  • Find Eilix and Bato playing Hexic against each other at 7am….wtf
  • See ducks sitting on neighbour’s roof as I pull out of the driveway…upper
  • McDonalds breakfast…upper for the tastebuds, downer for my arteries
  • Find out that my train is an express…upper
  • Train is five minutes late and chock-full so I can’t play my DS…mild downer
  • Realised that I just wasted money buying a ticket because I already had one…downer
  • Arrive at uni, greeted by friends, do well on the newspaper quiz…mild upper
  • Sit through the intelligence-insulting lecture that forces me to be on campus at 8.30 in the freaking morning…downer
  • Get worked accomplished in intelligence-insulting tute so I can leave early…mild upper
  • Don’t have a break and need to get to the next class…downer
  • Realise I don’t have my tablet pen to take notes with…downer
  • Lecturer makes me want to fall asleep…downer
  • Sleepiness accentuated by lack of sleep last night…downer
  • Stomach is dissolving in it’s own acids but don’t have a break until 3.30pm…major downer
  • Consider skipping classes and going home to catch up on meals and sleep…upper, although it shouldn’t be
  • Realise that I can’t go home even if I want to because I’m having dinner in the city with an old school friend…downer, although it shouldn’t be
  • Skip second half of the lecture in disgust so I can at least eat something…downer
  • Subway lunch with extra cookies…upper
  • Need to take a cash advance off my credit card to pay for lunch and tonight’s dinner…downer
  • No money left now until next week’s pay day…downer
  • Feel very unhealthy walking up the stairs to class…downer
  • Late for class…downer
  • Get to class only to find that I have no bloody clues about this subject…major downer
  • At least I don’t get pestered my the tutor about my lack of work…mild upper
  • Get to next class and can actually make valid contributions…upper
  • Battery on laptop went flat…downer
  • Suddenly saw a puffer fish on the windowupper
  • Have to consider fare evasion because I don’t want to waste the ticket I already had on a five minute journey…downer
  • Organise my club membership and get excited about getting seriously involved soon…upper
  • Elevator in the Union Building makes itself my mortal enemy…downer

Uppers: 12
Downers: 20

next…class which is looking promising, dinner which should be good but exhaustion will probably stop me from enjoying it properly, commute home which will only be frustrating and finally an evening in bed dead, exhausted and depressed because there were more downers than uppers today. And all this to the background of family trouble, boy trouble and education disorganisation.

It’s crazy how such…essentially unimportant things can change my mood so drastically.

My mind isn’t very healthy right now. I think I’m struggling. It must be the backwash of adrenalin and happiness from seven weeks in Japan. Been home for just over two weeks and haven’t been particularly happy any day. I’m not doing so well right now.

Back. Bah.

Posted on August 17th, 2007 in Life, Japan 2007, Melbourne, Travel, Rants, Travel in Japan, Japan

So, back home from Japan now. May catch up on posts eventually. The two main things I want to write about are Hiroshima and Mt Fuji. Whether I actually sit down to belt all that out remains to be seen.

Holiday overall was awesome, however the last 30 odd hours were freaking painful. Left hostel in Tokyo at lunchtime on a Friday. Didn’t arrive back home until 9pm the following Saturday. Had a 2-hour delay in Brisbane and a 5-hour delay in Sydney.

Moral of the story: DON’T FLY JETSTAR.

It’s almost like Australia didn’t want me to come back home. This opinion is further compounded by the realisation today that, when I move out of home in two weeks time, the only person that will feel the teeniest bit sad about it is the lady from the milkbar.

I miss my mum.

[Day 8] Kamakura and Drunken Shenanigans

Early wake up to get on a train for Kamiooka, my old stomping ground. Arrived earlier than expected, curse my Type A-ness. Still, it was good to wander around Yokohama for the first time in a year. Aah, the More’s Building. How often I’ve emptied my wallet there. Check out the old arcade, nothing worth trying to win this morning. I totally own at the UFO catchers.

Anyway, onto Kamiooka. Oh gods, my old eikaiwa *shudder* Quick, look away! Don’t make eye contact! Yay! T & M! Reunion! Have an ice kohii at there place because even at 10.30am, the sweat is already running down my back in torrents. Damn tsuyu.

Hadn’t really looked at the Lonely Planet’s pages on Kamakura. It’s so close to Kamiooka, I’d been there before during the 10 months I lived here, but unfortunately my camera was stolen soon after and I wanted to get more photos again. T & M wanted to go along because apparently the hydrangeas are in bloom all over Kamakura at the moment. That’s….such a Japanese reason to go somewhere XD

But anyway, I basically thought that all there was to see was the Daibutsu, or Giant Buddha. It’s about 800 years old and quite spectacular. It used to be housed within a temple but a tsunami had washed away the building, leaving only the temple. It must’ve been a heck of a tsunami. Kamakura is on the shore but the Daibutsu is still about a kilometre away from the beach with big hills in the way.

I knew that there were more temples around Kamakura, but I didn’t think they were going to be that special. I had been to the main one at the top of the shopping street which was quite nice but….you know…..just another temple. T had some ideas about where to take me in Kamakura though and I was happy to let him lead. I just wanted to have photos of the Daibutsu and the rest was up to them.

First, to the most famous hydrangea temple in Kamakura, Hase-dera. Heh, they’d never mention that in the Lonely Planet. No, all that they say about this place is that “it has the largest wooden statue in Japan carved in 912″ - feh! How is that important compared to the hydrangeas?! There were hundreds of small statues of Jizo which were very cool. I took a couple of shots which I’m proud of. May submit one to Metropolis. It also has an impressive view over the bay.

It was CRAWLING with people all over Kamakura, but particularly in Hase-dera. M said that there had been a special on the television about Kamakura’s hydrangeas, and since it was a sunny Saturday, absolutely everyone in the Kanagawa and Tokyo region wanted to see them today *rolls eyes* So there was a 40 minute wait to go for a walk along this Hydrangea Path within the temple grounds. It wasn’t the ONLY place you could see them, mind you. They were growing out of cracks in the pavement! So we decided to skip it and move on the Daibutsu.

Daibutsu, photos photos photos - finally saw a squirrel! I seriously need to smuggle some into Australia. Okay, photos done, NEXT!

T said he wanted to take me to Zeniarai Benten, so off we went - got lost - got lost again - gave up an caught a bus to the station - had lunch - revived - then got proper directions - and finally we walked up this hill to find a great big tunnel bored into the rock with a torii gate outlining it.

This shrine has now been added to Chidade’s Awesome List™.

First cool part is the tunnel in the rock. When you walk out to the other side, there are many red torii gates to walk through, like Fushimi Inari in Kyoto, although not as beautiful. The shrine is in a tiny little gully that is almost completely closed off by hills all the way around. There are two ways to get in: the tunnel, and a back entrance if you climb the stairs over a smaller hill. So the surrounded and hidden feeling to the place is another cool factor.

Finally, you go into a cave carved into the side of the hill where a natural spring wells. And there……you wash your money. Zeni-arai means “coin washing” but these days people seem to wash paper notes. Out of greed? I don’t know but I washed 1000 yen. T & M told me to keep it in my wallet and never spend it, like a lucky charm to make me rich, but I’ve read other sources that say the idea is to spend money that has been washed in the springs and it will return two-fold. I think I’ll just keep it as a souvenir.

Such a unique tradition - washing your money in the spring to bring fortune. And the Lonely Planet never mentioned this! Zeniarai Benten is listed on their map but not described. Odd, given it’s uniqueness and apparently it’s the second-most visited shrine in Kamakura (awesome link found via Frangipani).

Anyway, Zeniarai Benten: now on my awesome list, along with Nijo-jo in Kyoto, Gyokusendo Cave in Okinawa, Zuigudo underneath Kiyomizu-dera in Kyoto, Takeshita-dori in Harajuku and all of Akihabara, heh. Hmm, maybe I should set up a page of these places.

The next place we visited was just a short walk away from Zeniarai Benten if you take the back route. It’s called the Sasuke Inari Shrine. Cool, because it does the multiple torii gates thing, has dozens of statues of foxes (because Inari is a god of foxes, among other things), has a cool name, but mainly because, despite being less than 50km from Tokyo, it really seems like you’ve founded a hidden little shrine in the middle of the forest, untouched and unvisited for years. Completely not the case, but the atmosphere is like that.

After that, we headed back to T & M’s for a much needed shower before off to the izakaya for a massive party. About 6 old students, 2 old friends and assorted were there. To summarise the night, I’m going to borrow Circus Girl’s blogging style again:

To the station! I need to pick up S and his mystery friend! You! It’s you! *glomp* I’ll be right back, I need to find S, T keeps me company, he never arrives, never answers my texts, eventually call him and find out he’s already at the izakaya, WTF? Well at least I can make a grand entrance now with all the other guests there, get cheered, take a bow “You bastard, you never emailed me”, debates on email, shut up and order a drink! I’ll have a sour, a sour what, uhhhhh, apple? Yes, Apple Sour, “Minna san! Omiyage desu!”, yaaaaay, boomerang makes me an accessory, canned kangaroo! No really! I think we should open it right now, muaahahahahaa they totally fell for it! Wow, M-chan’s English is awesome now! So is S’s! Heh, so the new gf is a Hong Kong expat too, eh? I detect a fetish. Beer! I don’t drink beer? BUT I’LL DRINK THIS BEER! Wheee, room is kind of spinning, I can haz foowd now pwease? TUNA!!! where’s the salmon? “It’s fish but it doesn’t taste like it”, “K, I’m probably drunk enough now”, mmm, cheezy, what, it’s over already? BUT WE JUST GOT HERE!! Okay, back for some drunken Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Buh-bye some people, I’ll see you in a month! Bottle shop stopover, beer beer beer, girly drink, H lives in that big building? Really? Can I see? Get taken up to the viewing platform, “YOKOHAMA I MISSED YOU!!”, wow don’t want to drop my camera down there O_o, okay, onto T & M’s place, photo slideshow time! Man, I should really do this on my Wii too, catching up, drinking coke and vodka, what a combo, getting pretty woozy now, how did I get so drunk so quickly? *glomps Canadian*, why is the Billy Banks exercise DVD playing? More gossip, YAY! A’s here! Omiyage! “Sorry, I’m a bit drunk”, catching up, ok, so this is how you play Rayman, I love that song, um, are you ok? Sleepy? “Where’s he going to sleep?” (With me!!!) “He should be on the floor in the hallway” (?!) “and A can share with you” (No, he can sleep with me, really!) “Ok, we’ll set up a futon in the lounge room” (Awwww) Brush teeth, “Oyasumi“, unconsciousness.

Rocks to the chest?!

Posted on March 7th, 2007 in Studies, Life, Intarweb, Anime

Note to self:

Paying attention in lectures is extremely difficult with wireless internet access and a guy in front of you watching Naruto on YouTube.

Sigh.

ticktickticktickticktick

Posted on March 1st, 2007 in Studies, Life, Rovers, Melbourne, Ragnarok Online

Wanna see something utterly terrifying? Have a look at this:

  Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
7:00AM              
7:30AM              
8:00AM              
8:30AM              
9:00AM              
9:30AM BIS lecture            
10:00AM            
10:30AM   BIS lecture Database
lecture
       
11:00AM          
11:30AM Acc’ting tute Comm. class        
12:00PM        
12:30PM .NET lab        
1:00PM      
1:30PM BIS tute    
2:00PM    
2:30PM .NET lecture        
3:00PM        
3:30PM   Comm. lab      
4:00PM        
4:30PM     Database lab    
5:00PM          
5:30PM          
6:00PM          
6:30PM            
7:00PM              
7:30PM     Acc’ting lecture        
8:00PM          
8:30PM          
9:00PM            
9:30PM            
10:00PM            
10:30PM            
11:00PM            
11:30PM              
12:00AM              

That, dear readers, is my timetable *cries*

I’m expected to study 12.5 hours per subject, per week this semester, including the actual class time.

Five subjects, each of them have been assigned a colour, which you can see when I have an actual class or lecture for the subject. The empty blocks that are a lighter version of the subject colour are the times where I sit and study it, either at home or at uni.

The empty blocks with darker versions of the subject colours are also study times, but while I’m commuting to uni. Those hours will probably be complete write-offs, because I tend to get distracted by the street art along the train tracks, or I can’t find a seat so I can’t pull out my huge textbooks. I’m hoping that the podcasts of lectures that the university records will be useful during the commute though, because if I can’t study while I’m on the train then I’ll have to use up the little free time I have left.

Red boxes are ongoing social/extra curricular engaements. The coloured bars at the top and bottom just represent things like sleeping, getting up and ready, etc.

The white boxes dotted throughout are meal times and extra commuting where I can’t study, eg: bike or car.

The two chunks of white space on Fridays and Saturdays are all the free time I have. Which would probably disappear if there’s an assignment due or exams coming up. Even in quiet times, it’ll probably be spent doing things like laundry and cleaning and catching up on sleep >.<

Can you hear that? It’s the sound of my social life, blogging time and Ragnarok levelling ability grinding to a halt.

Upgrade: Chidade 3.1

Posted on February 7th, 2007 in Gigs, Friends, Life, Studies, Books, Melbourne, Music, Anime, Ragnarok Online, Geekery, Gadgetry, Gaming, Rants

I’ve been accepted into university. I’ll be attending Swinburne University of Technology’s Hawthorn campus for another three years of I.T. training. I’m relieved in a way, because I’ve technically been on holiday for the last two years now and my brain has been dribbling out my ears. I need to have a regular schedule again. 4 hours of evening classes 5 days a week in an eikaiwa didn’t count. They were complete no-brainers.

So, I have two weeks left before orientation. Surrounded by 17 and 18 year olds who are going to go batshit insane over the free alcohol. Vodka lost it’s novelty for me a while ago. I wonder how I’ll cope surrounded by kids?

Anyway, I digress. What I was going to say is that I have 2 weeks left to get myself organised for school and my tight budget that begins February 19th. So, while this list is probably quite boring for you, dear readers, deal with it. What follows are the system requirements to be able to install the upgrade to Chidade: version 3.1.

  • Purchase replacement Razr V3x and mod it so that it has all necessary ringtones, images and the Final Fantasy victory fanfare as the SMS alert.
  • Install the calendar syncronisation program that’ll keep my Google Calendar and keitai in sync, via Outlook.
    Note: this will require installing Office 2003 at last.
  • Deauthorise the iTunes on Akiba and convert AAC files to MP3 then backup on PC.
  • Backup Akiba and reformat, see if you can get an English OS instead. Learn how to actually operate the tablet features since that’s why you bought the bloody thing.
  • Try and get Joomla installed and running for the Aug. website eventually so they don’t hassle you for free web design work during the semester, the tightwads.
  • See if you can get a good chunk of the planning done and some psuedo-coding for the fundraising website.
  • See if any of the textbooks you spent thousands of dollars on during the first degree can be recycled for this second one.
  • Upgrade the blog to Wordpress 2.1 Ella, which looks very spiffy.
  • Get Chidade to job level 50 and bloody job change into a Blacksmith already!

Two weeks should be enough to get all of the above done, except for the fact that this weekends seems to want to rip me apart with social engagements. Good grief. I don’t think I’ve ever been so over-booked.

  • St. Kilda Festival
  • The inaugural Discworld convention and gala dinner Nullus Anxietas - the first outside the UK. Yay! I finally get to do what everyone else already seems to have done - meet Terry Pratchett!
  • Snark’s 25th birthday and party
  • Madman’s free open-air cinema again on Saturday night. This time, it’s the awesome Read or Die
  • R’s Shindig and catching up with Mi
  • An old high school friend’s birthday party
  • K’s Singstar party

The Gala Dinner, K’s party and the school friend’s birthday party have already become victims. Most of this weekend is going to be taken up by Nullus Anxietas, I guess. Hopefully St. Kilda Fest and Madman get a look in. Ross Irwin and the Soul Special are playing at the festival.

Gah! Busy!

Oogie Oogie Oogie!

Posted on January 20th, 2007 in Life, Rovers, Rants

A Rover’s Guide to Picking Up:

Step 1: Imbibe large amounts of alcohol.

Step 2: Play the poking game. During conversation, poke the target on the side at the squishy waist part. This is the softest, least painful and most ticklish part. If they poke back, this is a good sign, continue to step three.

Step 3:
Poke randomly throughout the evening. You don’t need to be in constant conversation. Move around if there’s opportunity. No need to look too keen. Is there a dancefloor? Get on it. Make sure you’ve thoroughly completed Step One first, though. Just come back occassionally for a quick word and a poke. If the target is squirming and ticklish and yet still poking back, then start with the tickles. Chase them around the room tickling should the need arise.

Step 4: Offer to get them a drink. There’s a bar tab after all (or, in a camping situation like Mudbash or Surfmoot - an esky). Get them two drinks. You’ll be more successful if the target also completes Step 1.

Step 5: Dirty talk time. Jokes are good. If the target is still laughing then you’re still in. Tickles and random pokes should develop to massages and hugs and other telling body contact. If they reciprocate then odds are good.

From here on, continue with much the same until the evening is getting to the stage where people are going home/back to their tents and then ask if they want to go somewhere else/go for a walk/have some spare room in their tent because you don’t have a bed tonight.

Rovers are bloody predictable.

In a way, it’s nice to know that I’m still capable of picking up, or at least being the target of a pick up. But I’m so fed up with one night stands. I’d like a proper relationship now. I’ve been single for too long.

Apparently I’m guaranteed sex at next weekend’s Surfmoot. Hah, I wouldn’t be surprised at all. But no thanks. At any rate, if you shag a Rover, you’d better believe that everyone will know about it and gossip about it for the next two years.

Make that three years.

Oogie! Oogie! Oogie!

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