I have just received an SMS from one of my besties, we are going off to the movies this afternoon, to watch Mr Bean. I had a thought of a post i wanted to write and she has triggered it. It’s about my friends, how special they are, and the ones who have had those most impact on my life.

I have met some very special people in my life, and then we have moved on after spending time together in eachother’s company. I call it, the campfire philosophy after a discussion with now a long lost friend.

He called himself Wulfblue. He shared with me the philosophy, that people in life are travellers and nomadic in nature, just like most animals in life. We come across eachother in travels, and share a campfire together, and then we move on, and some stay longer than others before leaving, and others, well just stay. I have often thought of him, and as I wander through what is now becoming an interesting life journey, I am constantly reminded of his philosophies. That friendship was a short brief one, but burned brightly, and I will probably always remember him for his humour and wisdom.

There is was Erica, who I could still have a friendship with, but, I don’t know if it the right time. She introduced me to a world where at the time, all I could think about was a career, and all she wanted was to get married, buy a house, and have babies. Her perfect life. I met her through work, and that’s what she ended up doing. She eloped to Bali, in a wedding dress we brought for her when we went shopping together one night. She bought a house, and had 3 babies. I had the priviledge of helping her choose the name for her eldest child. She showed me that there was more to life than a career.

Then there was 2 girls I met through another workplace. Cass and feeps. These two I still maintain a friendship with. Cass has stayed married, and had 2 children, and feeps and I both had long term relationships kick the bucket. 3 of us have gone in different directions professionally, but we still keep tabs on eachother,  Cass and I meet every so often, and feeps is on my blog roll. We shared alot of time together at work, stresses, and when we met for coffee, would talk for hours on end about life, what it has done for us, and our futures. Cass is my confessor and one of my best friends. Feeps went and travelled around Australia, and let her heart direct where she went, and I found inspiration in her travels.

J adopted me at work 2 yrs ago, and is also one of my best friends. We had a similar upbringing, had the same times, still have the original parents (still married) . She is my practical wake the fuck up friend. Her no nonsense approach got me through my split with X. Whilst I would be feeling like shit, she would just tell me he was a dickhead and didn’t like him, which made me feel much better. We are like yin and yang. She is the harder dose of reality in life, and I am that softer person.

David from Staypuff is one of my special people in life. He and I clicked instantly when we met during a blogger meet. He is wise, and on a journey in life to figure his shit out. He’s been around since before the great split, which is a while now really. Probably nearly 4 years. Each time we have met,  he’s been entertaining witty and wise. David and I don’t live in the same country, but I would like to think that as we travel around the world, if we are in a country at the same time, we will meet up for a coffee and a long talk. A good friend when I am down, who I think is my glowing awooga signal to not take myself to seriously. Your comment about me talking about my work, a fair warning, is one I will keep in mind. However, I need some kind of outlet for it!

MM is just MM. My friend, my heart, my rock. Words can’t describe how he makes me feel.

New friends pop up on the horizon periodically, and have an impact on my life which to start with, seems very slight, but like a pebble hitting a pond, the waves spread wider.  I don’t make new friends often, but I would like to think that the latest friend I have met of late, will be one that will have an impact on my life, in a positive way. Each of my friends, has an effect on a different part of my life, Fulfuls a particular need i have.

The special people in life need to be celebrated in some way, and whilst I have invited new friends to share the campfire, I would like them to remember, as they move on, that they are welcome back any time for a rest, a chat, and to rest their weary souls for a while before they move on again. So, this is a thank you post, to my special people.

Someone at work in my team has a big mouth, and stuff that he got up to on the weekend, which should really remain unmentioned, resulted in him encountering someone else here at work, in a socially awkward situation.  So he came into work and told everyone. some how the gossip made it back to that person. So I then had to have the awkward conversation with a 3rd party to talk to my bigmouthed team member.

How does one say, stop gossiping about your weekend, leave your personal life at home and shut the hell up about it before you lose you job you idiot.

Well.. that’s about what i ended up saying, and now we cross our fingers in hope, that nothing bad happens.

Some times i post personal things and mark them as private, because they are just for me. Purpose of a diary, which basically what i am writing in now, is to record how a person thinks of feels. Since most of this isn’t too personal in nature, it’s ok to view. Stuff happens, and last night, I had to make some choices. I feel I have disappointed someone, and it’s hard to know how to claw it back and fix things.

I am mildly irritated that someone has closed their blog off to the world. I may not be a close friend, or even a friend, but I certainly am always an interested observer.

So when someone closes their blog, and puts there, invite only, I really object. It’s like taking a toy away from a child. This rant is in place, not because I wasn’t invited, but because their blog has been closed off to everyone. Kind of defeats the purpose of Internet, you know, free exchange of information and knowledge, ability to grow and develop into a better society (that’s my definition anyways)

You can’t just start something, and then take it away like that! Better than you had just kept the blog private when you first started long ago. Since your blog is invite only, perhaps it should have been that way in the first place.

Perhaps you should delete the blog and be done with it, if you can’t face sharing it with others who either don’t like you, don’t know you, or just the general internet public at large.

I know you have your reasons, just like some other who have had theirs. Give the rest of us a go, who aren’t out to get you, who just want something interesting to read and learn about someone else who lives in another part of the world.

~whatever~

*KiNG> hi
*lori> bye
*KiNG> damn
*KiNG> wat i do
*KiNG> i just said hi
*KiNG> hello? is dat wat u want me do say
*KiNG> damn
*lori> i am going to bed
*lori> thats why
*lori> dont be sad
*KiNG> i am in a way
*KiNG> but in a way im confued
*KiNG> badly
*lori> erm.. ok why are you telling me this ?
*KiNG> i dont even know
*KiNG> u see
*lori> well when you do, write it up on your myspace
*KiNG> wahhh
*KiNG> ouch

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At work this week, we were discussing attraction. What attributes were men/women were drawn to ? What personalities? Once you start getting to know someone who attracts you, how do you know they are the right one ? Heavy stuff for a call centre, but we didn’t actually have alot of calls for a while, so there was a few of us sitting down the back where my pod is, exchanging opinions.

One of the guys said well, he thought that hot chicks were there to have fun with, but when it came to settling down, he would rather settle with someone he could have a conversation with when they were old and grey. Another piped up, that when we grow old, we all end up looking the same. Of course if you are rich like elizabeth taylor, perhaps you might look scarier.

As a woman who has only really been single for 18 months, and perhaps seeking a relationships with the relative safety of knowing the man for a long time, the idea of being out there, in the meat market, looking for a new person is a foreign concept.  Despite my weight issues, I have still been able to attract some men, and not sure if it is due to my sparkling wit or disarming personality, however, i don’t look like a dog either..

I have noticed that men in high profile sports, do tend to get themselves the hot looking chicks. Where are the plain or OK looking chicks? I want to see someone who doesn’t have a model like looks or body with a hot looking sport star.  I want to see real love on my magazine cover with belly rolls and a look in their eye that most women and men would kill to have their beloved’s looking at them in the same way.

Unfortunately, in today’s society, that won’t happen. too much tabloid press and the pressure to look like they have eaten 2 carrots a day for 5 years.

My Saturdays are normally spent with me in full relaxation mode, and pottering around. I don’t do much, social life is winding back a bit due to my need to save some money.

Today was different. I had half a bottle of wine last night and pizza, and I am feeling fat! I tried to sleep, but I kept getting phone calls. Normally no one rings me. Some of my friends are off at Swan-Con - so I won’t hear from them. Others are just doing their own things as normal, and my family usually leave me alone. Not this weekend.

I had calls from my sister and mother, both talking about tomorrow. Mum wondering why she just doesn’t tell us the truth when she doesn’t want visitors, my sister wanting me to visit the parental units tomorrow at the same time, i think she wanted a lift, but i plan on doing the public transport thing.

So what’s the point of today’s post? Well apart from the fact that I just feel like talking random stuff, I wanted to comment on some of the things I saw whilst rummaging around in Victoria Park. I went to get myself a coffee from Gloria Jeans. I was a little disappointed about muzz buzz being closed, so needed A coffee, so hence the extra distance (extra 3 k’s?).

Purchased my usual Mocha Truffle with cream, chocolate sprinkles, and a swirl of caramel.. mmmmmmm delicious. Purchased some GJ coffee beans, a small plunger coffee set, so I can have mocha type coffee without spending big $$ at work.

I noticed 3 men shouting at each-other, all wearing shorts, bear foot, carrying plastic bags, and bleeding. On opposite sides of the road, they were shouting abuse, and what seemed to be quotations from the bible. But yes, that’s what they did, I think they were from those Potter’s house freaks. There’s one of those places just opposite where I get coffee. Quite often, people with eyes burning bright with fervour will stare me down as they gesticulate towards the building telling me that God needs to forgive me for something.

So.. after I get out of the coffee shop, they are still shouting god quotes at each-other, one guy saying, he wants to live, and live a good life etc, I noticed blood all over the footpath. Ugh. my jeans are getting a little baggy and scuff on the ground, I hope that I haven’t got blood on them… *shudders*

Drove off, and around the corner at some lights, I notice a man pulling up his trousers, with his shirt hoisted to his man-boob levels. It was a big round belly.. covered with grey hair… and.. just there is something wrong with a man hoisting his pants in public. So.. eventually he pulls his shirt down.. thank god, and then he flicked his legs out, obviously he had hoisted too much and his erm.. man kit was restricted, so he reached down, adjusted and pulled the crotch on his jeans down.

Still i was stuck at the lights, staring in horrified fascination at this man, wishing that the lights would just turn green so i could get out of there. I then looked to my right at a very elegant woman in a nice black car, who had her finger in her nose fishing around for a booger of some description. She then wound down the window on her side of the car and flicked the booger out onto the road.

….

I feel scarred.