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Can't someone just carry me up the stairs, please?

Sep. 16th, 2010 | 09:27 pm
location: In bed
mood: exhaustedexhausted
music: Pnau - Embrace

 I've been trying to get myself back into a state of fitness for the last couple of weeks. The sun is shining and the potential for repeat colds/flu seems less likely when it's not raining for some reason. That's my theory and I'm sticking with it... hopefully. I'm well and truly over getting sick.

So, with this goal in mind, I have been going to the gym whenever I can and taking on extra classes when people need them covered. As such, my body is in a constant achy state. Which is super fun.

I decided it would be a worthy exercise to put my yoga class through their paces this afternoon. Standing squats, countless abdominal exercises and 12 rounds of Sun Salutation later I think I'll be in regret for the next few days, but no one can say that my classes are ONLY about relaxation haha. The fools.

Anyhow, if you happen to see me around town looking as though I've forgotten how to use my legs you know the reason. Or I'm drunk. Either way, it's gonna hurt.

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Writer's Block: It's allergies ... really!

Aug. 22nd, 2010 | 03:34 pm

What was the last thing that made you cry?

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Jul. 22nd, 2010 | 12:39 pm

 This is totally worthy... if it didn't require me to expose my chest I would totally wear one

Fashion Fail - You Know You Cant Dance
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Writer's Block: Star struck

Jul. 21st, 2010 | 03:57 pm

Do you think celebrities deserve as much recognition, attention, and money as we, as a society, give them? What do you think it says about our cultural values?

Definitely not. I think it suggests that we, as a society, are blinded by the pretty, shiny things. Who needs substance when it glitters? "Oooooo preeeeeeeetty....."

It makes me laugh when actors playing biographical roles based on those who have actually contributed something to the world receive more recognition than the role's subject matter. Does anyone actually remember John Forbes Nash Jr.? The Nobel Laureate who developed mathematical theories that have contributed significantly to economics, evolutionary biology, computer systems, artificial intelligence, military systems and the list continues....

No? But most people know Russell Crowe. Most common comment about that film I've heard: "How amazing was Russell Crowe in that film? He should have won the Oscar." Whaaaaa? How about, "What an incredible life and career that fascinating Mathematician has had! He deserved the Nobel Prize."

Such is the way of the (rather warped) world. Personally, I'd be far more excited to meet John Nash than Russell Crowe. 

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Kitty-tastic times

Jun. 8th, 2010 | 11:54 pm

Hi everyone! I'm still about, just a little slacker than in times of yore - Happy Birthday to all those I've missed. Life is going along quite well in Teneal-land... never a quiet moment but I wouldn't have it any other way.

There have been new editions to our household, for those of you who weren't aware. I have two kitties now and they're cute as hell. It all began very early one Sunday morning as I was rolling in from the night before...

... picture this:
It's 5.30 in the morning. You've just parked your car in your usual parking bay, removed your boots as they're killing your feet from having danced all night, and you're shuffling towards the secure gates of your complex of townhouses. You punch in the code to open the gates when you suddenly here this quiet mewling. You think that it's just the ringing in your ears brought on by the excessively loud music from the night's escapades so you wander through the gate.

You feel something furry wrap around your ankles. "Odd," you think to yourself, "I don't remember putting on fluffy socks..." Looking down you see not one, but FOUR kittens wrapping around your ankles and mewling pitifully. Searching for a mother-cat for a decent length of time, to no avail, you decide to take the kitties into your house and give them some milk. One of your drunken housemates decides to wake up from her slumber on the couch as you bring them in and chooses to sleep on the floor with them...

Now you have kitties.

Clock-wise from about 11 o'clock: Voltron, Raven, Optimus and Steve

Unfortunately, we couldn't maintain our sanity as well as four kittens so two of the kittens were given to a friend (Raven and Optimus) and the other two (Steve and Voltron) are our kitties now! So I spend much of my time fending off the loving attentions of two kittens whose main aim in life is to see who can climb up to the highest point on my body. Steve tends to win.

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Dude, get your finger OUT OF YOUR NOSE!!!

Mar. 17th, 2010 | 06:32 pm
location: China, Shanghai
mood: amusedamused
music: Shoot the Runner, Kasabian

Day 3 of my epic adventure, and it was another day of walking for me. I think I'll wear my legs out before I get home. They'll have to wheel me onto the plane in a wheelbarrow.

I figured I'd do some shopping today, as I haven't managed to get to it before now, so decided to head down to the biggest and best shopping district in all of China (so they tell me). Blisters from the day before suggested that I ought to take the train. "Okay," I thought to myself, "This should be pretty easy. I'll just walk until I find the train station on Changshou Road." Yeah. Trains and I don't seem to be friends.

I walked, thinking I'd come across it at some point, only to realise that it must be up the OTHER end of Changshou Road (Sweet Mother Mary Fucking Jesus! Can they make streets here just a bit more confusing?). So once again, I walked. The same distance as yesterday, and then some.

Made it to the shopping district which, of course, is a LONG FUCKING ROAD with shops all along it. But it is pretty darn impressive. Every major label you can think of have their own mega-stores there. Gucci, Prada, Burberry, Rolex, Snoopy (yeah, that one threw me too)... and the list went on. Do you think I could find Napoleon Cosmetics? Of course not. Everything else, just not what I actually wanted. Ah well.

I was so tired by this stage that I had lost the desire to shop. I was like the proverbial man wandering the desert, but looking for a train station or taxi instead of water. I eventually sat down to try and figure out where the hell I was (without a great deal of success) when this lovely old chinese man came over to ask if I needed help. I swear, this has been the first person who actually offered to help me that wasn't working in a position that required them to.

Gratefully, I accepted his aid and he showed me to where I could catch a bus. Even going so far as to tear a piece of paper from one of his pages (no idea what it said) and wrote a message for the bus driver to get me back to my hotel. I was so overwhelmed I was "Xiexieni"-ing him for ages. Which means "thankyou", if you weren't aware.

Feeling excited at the prospect of getting back to my hotel fairly soon, I jumped onto the 36 bus and patiently waited for the driver to help me. I waited. He ignored me. So I paid my money, sat down and showed my piece of paper to some random old dude. He said he'd tell me what stop it was. So, comforted, I sat down and relaxed.

Suddenly, I noticed landmarks that were familiar. I turned around to the old dude and said, "Here?" To which he replied, "Xingoiccxodhijbfaskjbgfgvirsuhtbglsgj" or something and nodded. I stood up, eager to get back "home", and waited for the bus to stop. Jumped off and realised I had no idea where I was. I got off too early. Fuck.

Once again, I dragged out the Gods-damned Lonely Planet map and attempted to figure out where I was heading, whilst some old guy tried to extract his brain through his nostril with his finger - he did take time to inspect his handiwork, so at least he has standards. Then I proceeded to walk. For another hour. In what, I discovered later, was the WRONG FUCKING DIRECTION!!! Again. Yay.

By this stage my blisters were mutating into second heads, so I thought it would be the most logical thing to attempt to get a taxi. You would think it to be an easy task, but getting a taxi that isn't already occupied in Shanghai is like trying to catch an edible fish in the Swan River - near impossible. However, my prayers (or possibly threats) to the Gods were answered and a taxi came around the corner, at which I waved like an epileptic having a standing fit. Yay! I got a taxi.

I was never gladder to see the 901 on my door. Except for yesterday, perhaps.

One amusing thing to note:
I was in a cafe having a meal, in an uber-flash, ultra-massive shopping mall, watching the crap music videos play on the flat screen. Who do you think popped their face onto the screen? Why none other than Delta Goodrem. Even in China I can't escape that nuisance of a singer. The horror.

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Oh, I'm supposed to get ON the train to go somewhere? Wow. Novel.

Mar. 16th, 2010 | 11:52 pm
location: China, Shanghai
mood: exhaustedexhausted
music: Pecadillos, Clare Bowditch

Continuing on from yesterday...

I decided to check out the streets of Jing'an today, so spent the better part of the morning trying to learn some Chinese, understand the maps in Lonely Planet's Guide to Shanghai, and find some places I wanted to check out. After faffing about for ages, I figured the best thing to do would be to get out there and just see where the pavement took me.

It took me on an epic walking tour to the ancient Buddhist Jing'an Temple. Such a gorgeous place and so very interesting. The architecture was quite impressive, but most amazing to me of all was viewing the gigantic statue of Kwan Yin. I was overwhelmed by her presence, like nothing else. Before me was the love and energy of the people who have visited this effigy for centuries, coalesced into Goddess-form. Their adoration brought her energy to that place and it is palpable. Oddly enough, I didn't feel the same energy at the statues of Buddha, but I do have rather a strong affinity for Goddess energy so I don't suppose it's terribly surprising.

After such a wonderful experience, and a ridiculously long walk, I decided to eat some food and wander through the lovely Jing'an Park, situated opposite the Temple. It is a pretty traditional Chinese parkland, with beautifully sculpted trees, lovely lakes with walking jetties around parts of them, tall flowering trees, and artfully placed stones. Very tranquil, even with the children playing and the old people doing their daily exercises. I think I'll go back tomorrow.

Anyhow, by this time I was feeling fairly tired so I decided to take the train back to the hotel. I mean, how hard could it be?

Apparently pretty difficult.

I took the train in the wrong direction. I know. Genius.

In my defence, there are two roads in different directions on the train line that are very similar. One is Changshou Road, the other is Changshu Road. I was trying to get to Changshou Road, but thought I had to get the train to the end of Changshu where it changes into Changshou. Confused yet? I certainly was. At least now I know which way to go.

I ended up walking twice as far back as I had walked to get there. Hahaha. All the time I'm walking along with the stupid road map out (may I just say, "Fuck you, Lonely Planet! Your maps suck balls BIG TIME!!!") looking like a total retard tourist, thinking to myself, "I'm sure it's in this direction..."

I was right. I was going in the right direction. Just from a very long way away.

Left hotel at 1pm. Returned at 7pm. I chose to order room service. There was no way I was walking to the restaurant, and definitely not outside to search for other eateries!

More of Teneal's Terrifically Awe-tastic Adventures in Shanghai tomorrow...

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I'm so Shanghai-ed right now...

Mar. 16th, 2010 | 11:06 pm
location: China, Shanghai
mood: chipperchipper
music: Fake Plastic Trees, Radiohead

So I'm in Shanghai right now and finding it to be both incredibly fascinating and also perplexing in the extreme. But I'm getting ahead of myself...

Sunday night: A friend's birthday party at the Brisbane Hotel - had a little bit more to drink than I intended, and got up to more "mischief" (code for something that I'm too prim to describe here lol) than I had time for. Suffice to say, my final packing was a bit of a throw-together affair. Not helping the matter was the birthday girl coming home hammered as I'm mid-pack, and my other housemate (who was taking me to the airport) having to help her.

Finally made it to the airport and realised, as I was in the check-in line, that I'd left my money at home. Clever. Lucky they have ATMs at the airport. Although, now I have $2000 sitting in my room...

Plane leaves at 1am. I'm becoming mostly sober by this time. Mostly. Exhaustion hits me. I doze on the plane until one of the stewards wakes me up to ask if I'd like a drink. I realise that I'm so thirsty that my mouth is cemented shut. I nod in agreement.

Doze a bit more. Woken up for dinner. Realise I haven't eated at all that day (probably why I managed to get myself so drunk) and scarf down some tucker. Discover that I can't sleep now. Yay.

Monday morning: Arrive in KL Airport feeling like a train ran over me, reversed, then rolled over me again. Then some bastard threw the lime on the wounds. Okay, perhaps I'm being dramatic. Let's just say I felt pretty average. Ate some very oily food and drank some hot chocolate (with cow's milk because I was too tired to ask for soy) and laid down on some chairs while I waited for them to allow us into the departure lounge. I think I offended some asian people as I lay sprawled out across about 4 seats... I was far too tired to care.

Get onto the plane, after being gawked at by the entire contingent of Indian and Chinese older men [yes, I am blonde and I have tits... deal with it, people]. Sat down, put my neck pillow and my ipod on and promptly fell asleep.

Monday afternoon: Arrive in Shanghai where it's 10 degrees. I kid you not. And the plane had been really hot, so it was rather a shock to the system to step into the chill air - after the epic line to get through quarantine and immigration - once again, gawked at all the way along the line. It's as though these people have never seen a blonde woman before, or perhaps they thought I was a porn star? Either way, creeeeepy.

What was weird, is that they have this long video on customs and how you can't take certain things into China (and that you'll get fined heaps if you do) as your flight is landing, but there is no real fuss made when you go through. You either declare or you don't. Odd.

Jump in a taxi, because the idea of dragging my luggage onto a train and attempting to figure out where I'm going is far too draining a concept for me to even imagine. Honestly, it took over an hour to get from the airport on the outskirts of Shanghai to the hotel in downtown Shanghai. The traffic and roads are so convoluted, it would be really difficult to get around if I were the one driving.

Later Monday Afternoon: Get into the hotel and it's fantastic. If anyone is thinking of going to Shanghai I highly recommend staying at the Holiday Inn Vista. Great rooms, fantastic service, heaps of amenities... spectacular. Drag myself into my room, throw my clothes off and jump into the shower (having not showered in over 24 hours by this time), climb into my nice clean and comfortable bed and sleep the sleep of death!

More to come tomorrow....

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Hmm.... Apparently I'm a Fox Daemon

Sep. 14th, 2009 | 05:29 pm
location: Elemental Forests...
music: Gyroscope - Snakeskin

Your result for The Faery Folk Test...


Kitsune are mischievous spirits or even minor deities of japanese lore. They can take almost any form they want,

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Jun. 15th, 2009 | 03:52 pm
mood: confusedconfused

Okay, so I took the quiz that Moonvoice posted and here are the results!

Your result for Which fantasy writer are you?...

Katharine Kerr (b. 1944)

-5 High-Brow, -15 Violent, 37 Experimental and -19 Cynical!

Congratulations! You are Low-Brow, Peaceful, Experimental and Romantic! These concepts are defined below.

Katharine Kerr is a US author who is best known for her books about Deverry, the result of a thought experiment of Kerr's: What if a tribe from the culture of Celtic Gaul had escaped the Romans and moved to another world? The answer is the culture of Deverry, a fantasy world with, among other things, functioning magic, called dweomer. What sets dweomer apart from many other kinds of magic is that it's a system, with detailed descriptions of how different magical actions are performed by those cunning in it, often reminiscent of new age literature, but actually drawing heavily on as diverse systems of thought as buddhism, the Kabbalah and gnosticism.

Another prominent feature of Deverry is the presence of reincarnation, with parts of the plot (or plots, really) concerning the attempts of various characters to overcome their weaknesses in order not to repeat the mistake they made in previous lives'. All this allows for some rather typical fantasy romanticism, while still allowing a huge amount of plot twists and turns, sometimes making the history of Deverry complicated to the point of resembling a highly experimental suite of novels.

Kerr's fans are often real enthusiasts and it is easy to see that those who have the brains to follow the twists and turns of Deverry history are in for a journey into great tales of tragedy and destiny.

You are also a lot like Orson Scott Card.

If you want some action, try C S Lewis.

If you'd like a challenge, try your exact opposite, Michael Moorcock.

Your score

This is how to interpret your score: Your attitudes have been measured on four different scales, called 1) High-Brow vs. Low-Brow, 2) Violent vs. Peaceful, 3) Experimental vs. Traditional and 4) Cynical vs. Romantic. Imagine that when you were born, you were in a state of innocence, a tabula rasa who would have scored zero on each scale. Since then, a number of circumstances (including genetical, cultural and environmental factors) have pushed you towards either end of these scales. If you're at 45 or -45 you would be almost entirely cynical, low-brow or whatever. The closer to zero you are, the less extreme your attitude. However, you should always be more of either (eg more romantic than cynical). Please note that even though High-Brow, Violent, Experimental and Cynical have positive numbers (1 through 45) and their opposites negative numbers (-1 through -45), this doesn't mean that either quality is better. All attitudes have their positive and negative sides, as explained below.

High-Brow vs. Low-Brow

You received -5 points, making you more Low-Brow than High-Brow. Being high-browed in this context refers to being more fascinated with the sort of art that critics and scholars tend to favour, while a typical low-brow would favour the best-selling kind. At their best, low-brows are honest enough to read what they like, regardless of what "experts" and academics say is good for them. At their worst, they are more likely to read what their neighbours like than what they would choose themselves.

Violent vs. Peaceful

You received -15 points, making you more Peaceful than Violent. This scale is a measurement of a) if you are tolerant to violence in fiction and b) whether you see violence as a means that can be used to achieve a good end. If you aren't, and you don't, then you are peaceful as defined here. At their best, peaceful people are the ones who encourage dialogue and understanding as a means of solving conflicts. At their worst, they are standing passively by as they or third parties are hurt by less scrupulous individuals.

Experimental vs. Traditional

You received 37 points, making you more Experimental than Traditional. Your position on this scale indicates if you're more likely to seek out the new and unexpected or if you are more comfortable with the familiar, especially in regards to culture. Note that traditional as defined here does not equal conservative, in the political sense. At their best, experimental people are the ones who show humanity the way forward. At their worst, they provoke for the sake of provocation only.

Cynical vs. Romantic

You received -19 points, making you more Romantic than Cynical. Your position on this scale indicates if you are more likely to be wary, suspicious and skeptical to people around you and the world at large, or if you are more likely to believe in grand schemes, happy endings and the basic goodness of humankind. It is by far the most vaguely defined scale, which is why you'll find the sentence "you are also a lot like x" above. If you feel that your position on this scale is wrong, then you are probably more like author x. At their best, romantic people are optimistic, willing to work for a good cause and an inspiration to their peers. At their worst, they are easily fooled and too easily lead.

Take Which fantasy writer are you?
at HelloQuizzy

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