28 Nov – TV Character

If you could be a cast member on any television show, which one would it be? Tell us about your character.

Hands down, I’d be Olivia Pope, from the tv drama, Scandal.

7 Aug – Memory Trust

Do you trust your memory?

I have a memory like a sieve. 

8 July – Decade of Decadence

We had the Roaring 20s, the Swinging 60s, and the 80s Decade of Decadence. Which decade best fits your personality?

 

Do I have to pick from just those three, because I would have picked the 90’s decade of Cringeworthiness.

Daily Prompt – No Apologies

What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?

Hmmm… this really does cover quite a few indulgences of mine…

Perhaps the number one guilty pleasure, is to spend ridiculous amounts of time in bed sleeping, only to then get up, and move from the bed to the couch and spend an entire day either watching catch-up television, and / or playing video games, but doing so until about 3 or 4 am then repeating the process again and again. Suddenly, before you realise, three days have passed and you haven’t left the confines of the apartment, nor had a shower.

I know, I know, that part sounds a bit gross, but I think’s that is part of what makes it such a guilty pleasure. Getting to a point where you just don’t give a fuck about the outside world for a couple of days – almost as though it doesn’t even exist. What’s wrong with a bit of a disconnect from society for a couple of days…?

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Daily Prompt – When Will I Be Loved?

Have you dreamt of becoming famous? What would your claim to fame be? Comedy? Acting? Writing? Race car driving? Go!

Well, let’s face it, at some point we all dream about being famous. Some of us finally accept the cold, harsh reality that it will never happen, and instead we have to settle for whatever life throws us.

Others, however, never stop dreaming.

Ever since I was a kid, I always dreamt about being famous… but most of the time I dreamt that I would end up becoming famous for something that I’m actually quite terrible at. For example, I’m a terrible singer, and sometimes I’d dream that I’d somehow magically develop this incredible voice and end up being discovered and find my fame as a pop vocalist.

One of my dreams always involved being famous, but not the sort of fame that the Average Joe dreams of. I always, always wanted to be a famous dancer. I wanted to be the type of talent that gets booked for international world tours dancing for people like Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Kylie Minogue etc but when I’m not on tour, I’m also doing their video clips, and being sought out for all kinds of roles on TV, or dance movies etc. And when I’m not doing any of that, I’d be teaching my own classes at some incredible dance school like Millennium or Pineapple Studios.

However, that turned out to be nothing more than a pipe dream. When I injured my spine and my entire dance career was destroyed within moments, my dreams and aspirations for fame as a dancer were destroyed with it. Don’t get me wrong, I still daydream about it… but unfortunately, that’s as close as it’s ever going to be.

Sometimes I wish I had been born a girl, and then I’d be a showgirl. I’d get contracts at Moulin Rouge and throughout Vegas, showing of these long pins of mine, whilst strapped to within an inch of my life in a corset that is completely covered with beads, sequins and diamantes… and then feathers… SO MANY FEATHERS!! Gimme a massive feathers and sequinned headpiece anyday, and this bitch will strut his shit like it’s nobody’s bizness… mmmkaayyyy!!

Now that I’ve gotten older, my focus or dreams of becoming famous have changed, and I’d like to get recognition from doing something like writing. I’d love to become a novelist. Or maybe write a hit sitcom. Then I’d be able to meet (and instantly become besties with) Kathy Griffin, Chelsea Handler and Whitney Cummings… they would then see discover that I’m funny, sarcastic and a bit of a bitch and they’d help get me regular gigs on chat shows like Chelsea Lately on the panel. *sigh*

…Maybe I need to just move to L.A. and then network the shit outta myself. Write a few sitcom scripts, pitch a few ideas to some networks and see what happens… But then what about my husband? I guess he’d have to come with me. He could use a change of scenery… heehehe

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Daily Prompt: Linger

Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?
 

Generally speaking, it’s usually whenever I have a day off or when I’m on holidays. And if it’s my holidays, it’s usually the absolute last day of my holidays – it’s that day when I realise that I haven’t utilised all my time off the way I really wanted to… instead, I’ve wasted it spending my time sleeping, or on the couch watching stuff I’ve recorded / downloaded instead of actually being out and about and making the most of the free time.

Summer holidays are the absolute worst!! Here in Australia, our latest summer saw temperatures reach up to 47 degrees celsius (116 F) which was ridiculous, but for me, when it gets that hot, my body just wants to sleep. So whilst the rest of the country is feeling disgusting because they can’t stop sweating, I can quite easily go and lay down and just sleep for hours and hours at a time. The only exception to this rule, is when it’s hot over night. There were a couple of nights this past summer where the overnight low of 34 C (93F). Let me just clarify that it’s not like that every day / night, but we’ve had a few scorchers just to test the human limit whilst making their power bills soar from having the air conditioner on constantly.

Instead of getting up early and seizing the day, I’m more often sleeping until about 11, lounging around until about 3 or 4, then finally dragging myself into the shower, and then my day will start around 4-5pm, and by that stage, shops are getting ready to shut, and then I’m awake until about 2am. Going out to catch up with friends? Too much effort. Calling whichever company about a bill dispute? That can wait until tomorrow. Going outside and spending time at the beach? That requires too much travel… and it’s too hot. Spending the whole day on the couch in my pj’s? Well I’m already here, so of course I can quite easily do that!!

I always tell myself that next time I’ll be better, and I’ll be more productive. I’ll get up early and go to the gym. I’ll set aside three hours just so I can write. I’ll sort through all my clothes. I’ll tidy up the spare room etc etc. BUT NONE OF IT HAPPENS!! And then on that last day I’m just full of regret.

On the other hand, the thing that pisses me off the most, is when I have a day off, and a certain somebody (not pointing any fingers here, Hulk), decides on what they want me to do that day… with absolutely no regard whatsoever as to what I might want to do with my free time… for me… Nope. Four of five loads of washing, stack and unstack the dishwasher, fold all the washing and put it away, vacuum the apartment, clean the bath, mop the floors, put the cover on the barbecue, go to the supermarket, set up the DVR to records a few shows, etc… I on the other hand might have plans to go to the movies by myself, then go have a massage, come home and have a bath, cook dinner and have an early night… but somebody thinks that’s just a complete waste of a day. Perhaps because this same somebody doesn’t actually know how to relax, and believes that if you have free time, then you have time to work / do chores.

I’m not saying that I don’t want to do them at all… let’s face it, I secretly love doing the laundry and vacuuming the apartment (because I’m weird like that), but the last (and worst) thing for you to do is to tell me what I have to do on my day off… great way to go about pissing me off, and making sure that I retailiate and do almost none of it.

**Insert reference to previous posts about being stubborn!!** hehehe.

I think next time I’ve got some leave up my sleeve, I’ll put in more of an effort to force myself to do something productive with it – get out of the apartment more. Be social.

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Feb 26: Indoors or Outdoors

Do you prefer to be outdoors or indoors?

 

This all comes back to what my mood is.

Generally speaking, I would be quite happy to spend a week confined to my apartment, spending as much time as I could asleep in bed, catching up on all my TV shows, playing PlayStation, or doing what I’m currently doing, and catching up on overdue blog posts so I can bring myself up to date.

I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I find something quite enjoyable about shutting myself off from the outside world, and living inside in my PJ’s. Drinking countless cups of tea, and waaay too much toast. For me, that sounds like a total joy… however, there’s also part of me that loves the idea of the freedom of being outdoors.

Providing that the weather outside is nice and sunny, I also thoroughly love the thought of being able to spend time outside. I think I’m actually drawn to being outside more, due to the fact that I actually do spend most of my time stuck inside – inside the office, inside the gym, inside a train, inside a bus, inside a supermarket, inside the apartment… Since the weather has been relatively nice, so I’ve been taking advantage of that as much as I can by walking from the train station to the office in the morning, and back to the station in the afternoon. When I get the opportunity I also love to go for a walk at lunch, just to get 30-40mins of sunshine on the skin.

I remember when our building was refurbished, during lunch time I would just go upstairs out onto the open common area, and lay down on one of the bench seats and have a little sunbake. It was great… until I got sunburnt, and then I stopped going up there.

If I was away on holidays, I’d love to be spending as much time as possible outside. For example, if I decided to go to some kind of resort, then I’d want to make sure that I was out and about playing tourist, or hitting the beach for the day. I love being able to just be out in the sun… also because it makes me sleepy and want to have an afternoon nap.

Daily Prompt: SOS

You’re at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the water’s edge catches your eye. It’s a bottle — and yes, it contains a message. What does it say?

I would actually just be content enough with being on a beach lazing around in the sun. If I were to find a message in a bottle, the first instinctive thing to do would be to look around and scan for potential camera crews, like it’s some kind of set-up on a hidden-camera tv show.

If it turned out to be real, I’d probably hide it from anybody else around and wait until I get back to my hotel room before I take the message out and read it.

I uncurl the paper and notice that it appears to have been ripped from a book.

I’ve lost count as to how long I’ve been here.

I don’t remember what happened or how I got here.

One minute I was on the beach with our tour group. I remember seeing people snorkelling in the shallows. I remember seeing others playing volleyball. I remember there being a campfire. Then all I recall is screaming and everything goes blank after that. I feel as though I was being dragged. I remember seeing a lot of blood, and a machete, but that’s it. But i don’t know if it was real or if I was dreaming or hallucinating?!

I woke up in this small wooden boat. My clothes have been ripped. My belongings are all gone except for my whatever was in my satchel. My shorts are stained with blood… but I don’t know if it’s mine or not? I have no serious injuries, but I do have a few small wounds on my arms and legs.

I remember that I woke up to the stench of something rotten. I was the only one in the boat, so I thought it must have been rotten food. I pulled back the canvas sheet, and there she was. I don’t know who she is, or what happened to her. I do know that her hand and half her leg are gone – they appear to have been severed from her body – my guess is that they were hanging over the edge of the boat in the beginning when they put us here, and she got attacked by a shark.

There is blood all down the side of the boat, and there is blood all through the bottom of the boat underneath her body. I made the mistake of trying to flip her over and she has multiple stab wounds to her body – in particular her throat, chest and abdomen. I don’t know whether to dump her body overboard just to get rid of the blood and this foul stench of rotten flesh, or whether to keep up hope that I’ll be rescued.

I don’t know who did this. I don’t know why. I don’t even know where I am, or if I’ll ever see land again.

I’m going to die out here. It’s just a matter of time. If anybody finds this, please help me.

Please.

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