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11 January 2015 @ 05:07 pm

Sam and the Sea Monster (A Theatre Script)

By S.L.Rush

- Authors note; Please ignore the ridiculous number of stage directions.

SAM – An eight year old boy
SPIDER-SAM (SAM’S ALTER EGO) – A eight year old boy
THE SEA MONSTER – A monster living under the sea
The action of this play takes place in SAM’s bedroom and in his dreams. The set includes a bed, a sea and a row of pebbles that become jagged rocks, a large tree and a group of small bushes. The bushes are on a rotating wheel that when turned show the audience the bushes on fire. This play is aimed at children between the ages of four and six years.
It is set around eight pm on a weeknight. When in the dream sequence, it is set around midday.

8:00 p.m. SAM is sitting on the end of his bed in his pajamas, looking peeved. The audience can’t see anything beyond SAM’s bed.

SAM: (Petulantly, Mockingly) Sam, it’s time for bed. They can’t make me go to bed. They can lock me in my room but they can’t make me go to sleep. I’m going to stay up all night.

(SAM yawns)

SAM: Maybe I will go to sleep. But I’m not dreaming. Dreams are bad. I have dreams that are scary. The Sea Monster tries to suck me down into his water palace to eat me! But that won’t happen tonight. No-ooo. (Excitedly) I could be a cowboy.

(SAM jumps up onto his bed)

SAM: I can lasso the sea monster with my rope (makes rope snapping movement) Kwacha! Yeah! Or, I could be a pirate! (Covers one eye with hand) I could sail over the sea monster in my big boat and yell ARRG! That’d scare that mean old monster. Ooh, ooh, ooh, I could be SPIDER-SAM!

(SAM jumps off bed and into a Spider-Man pose, pretending to shoot webbing from hands at the audience)

SAM: (singing) one little Spider-Sam swinging from the tree. Teasing Mr. Sea Monster, you can’t catch me! Along came Mr. Sea Monster as scary as can be and SNAP! You missed me, you missed me! Haha! Yeah, nobody can beat Spider-Sam.

(SAM scurries off to bed, under the covers and goes to sleep. Stage lights up revealing dream set. It is approximately midday. A bird call sounds waking SAM in a panic. SAM yelps and dives under the blankets, head poking out at the audience end of the bed, surrounded by the blanket.)

SAM: What was that noise?

(After a moment SAM pokes half his body out from the covers. The bird sounds again sending SAM back under the blankets. After another moment SAM crawls under his bed, re surfacing between the stage and the bed.)

SAM: Who is that? Who’s there? You better tell me or… or I’ll… (SAM jumps out from under the bed with a sword in hand. SAM
waves it around frantically) I’ll poke you!

(Bird sounds again before a bird swooping sounds. SAM ducks. SAM accidently throws his sword across the pebbles, over the lake and into the tree. SAM brushes himself off before starting to look for the sword. SAM spots his sword in the tree, gasping in surprise.)

SAM: Owh poop. I can throw my sword all that way but handball a footy and it hits me in the face. Maybe the Sea Monster isn’t here.
(Singing) There is a monster under the sea.
I see him in my dreams.
Let’s use our eyes and scope him out.
And if you see him, give me a shout.

(SAM searches through the pebbles for the monster)

SAM: Hmm… I can’t see the Sea Monster.
(Singing) There is a monster under the sea.
I see him in my dreams.
Let’s use our ears and hear him out.
And if you hear him, give me a shout.

(SAM points his ear towards the sea trying to hear the monster)

SAM: Hmm… I can’t hear the Sea Monster.
(Singing) There is a monster under the sea.
I see him in my dreams.
Let’s use our noses and smell him out.
And if you smell him, give me a shout.

(SAM sniffs over the sea before falling in. SAM scurries out of the water onto the tree side.)

SAM: (Out of breath, coughing) well I can’t smell the Sea Monster.

(SAM turns towards the tree.)

SAM: I made it. Now all I have to do is climb this tree and I’ll have my sword back.

(SAM climbs half way up the tree grabbing hold of the sword)

SAM: Ahha! That wasn’t so haaa- (falls off tree, sword clanging sounds in the distance, sword falls into bushes for the second half the dream. SAM upset) ooof. At least it wasn’t a super tall tree like the one at school. But where did my sword go? (searches for his sword) Maybe it went this way.

(SAM exits stage. Bed moves next to jagged rocks. Meanwhile dreamlike music plays. SPIDER-SAM jumps out from under the bed as music changes to the Spider-Man cartoon theme song; only playing the first thirty five seconds while SPIDER-SAM does action poses on and around the bed)

SPIDER-SAM: I am Spider-Sam! I can run faster than the wind (slow motion running on spot)! I can jump farther than a kangaroo (jumps forward a miniscule amount) and… I am not afraid of anything (cricket noise sounds, SPIDER-SAM covers head in fright) Yes well, enough of that. Now… I must find my sword.

(SPIDER-SAM climbs onto bed searching into the distance)

SPIDER-SAM: Aha, just as I thought. It’s resting in the bushes on the other side of the sea. (Fearful) Oh, but this is how my bad dreams always start. What if the Sea Monster is waiting for me? What if this is all a trap? (Pause) No I need to do this. I’m Spider-Sam, no Sea Monster can defeat me.

(SPIDER-SAM moves between the rocks in a comically stealth manner. SPIDER-SAM comes to a halt at the rock closest to the sea)

SPIDER-SAM: (Perplexed) Now how do I… (Tries to step over the sea onto the other side but the sea is too wide) No… maybe I can… (Tries to jump from the rock to the other side of the sea, not even reaching the sea) Hmm… I know! I’ll get a good run up and leap over. The monster will have no chance against my super speed.

(SPIDER-SAM goes behind all the rocks before running as though doing an obstacle course toward the sea. SPIDER-SAM gets scared at the water’s edge and turns back on the spot. After a sigh SPIDER-SAM attempts the run again landing with his legs in the sea but his torso on the other side. THE SEA MONSTER grabs SPIDER-SAM’S leg)

SPIDER-SAM: AHH!! Get off me, get off me, get OFF me!

(SPIDER-SAM reaches for the bushes where his sword is. When he pulls the bushes the rotating wheel turns. The bushes are now on fire. SPIDER-SAM screams. THE SEA MONSTER lets go of SPIDER-SAM’S leg as he rises out of the water. THE SEA MONSTER puts the fire out with sea water.)

SPIDER-SAM: (Fearful) Get away from me!
SPIDER-SAM: No stay back or I’ll (grabs sword from the bushes. THE SEA MONSTER reels back towards the water but staying on land) I’ll poke you with (drops sword as if still on fire) owch! (shakes hand in pain)
SPIDER-SAM: Please, please don’t eat me.
SPIDER-SAM : I won’t taste any good, I promise. I had vegetables for dinner!
THE SEA MONSTER: But why would I-
SPIDER-SAM: (Whimpering) Please, Mr. Mean Sea Monster, please!

(THE SEA MONSTER is taken aback)

THE SEA MONSTER: (Indignant) Excuse me! Now, I may not have skin like yours, and I may not live in a fancy-shmancy house on the land but I have feelings too you know. I’m a nice Sea Monster, which you would know if you ever tried to talk to me.
SPIDER-SAM: If you’re a nice Sea Monster, then why do you always sneak up and pull me down into the sea?
THE SEA MONSTER: The edge of the sea is slippery; I was trying to stop you from falling. You’re always running by the water’s edge which is dangerous. I was trying to help you.
SPIDER-SAM: I never knew-
THE SEA MONSTER: You always yelled at me! Screaming monster, monster! And you kicked me lots!
SPIDER-SAM: I didn’t think-
THE SEA MONSTER: (Increasingly upset) Now no one in the sea will play with me. They think I’m mean too, even my old friends. First I went to hug Sally Sea Star and she hurt me with her spikes. Then Wally Whale stopped singing when I swam into the room and just today Tommy Turtle hid in his shell when I swam over to say hi!
SPIDER-SAM: Well that’s not cool.
THE SEA MONSTER: No. And now here you are, yelling that I’m gonna eat you when I just saved you from that fire. Everyone on the sea floor could hear you!
SPIDER-SAM: I’m sor-
THE SEA MONSTER: Now I’m gonna have to leave my favorite sea because I’ll never have friends here ever! I love this place but because of you they all hate me.
SPIDER-SAM: Hey that’s not fair, I thought-
THE SEA MONSTER: Maybe I’ll go to Sydney… or Geelong. No, I could go to Whoop Whoop. I hear lots of nice people live there, and it’s super far away from here. Surely the story won’t reach them. Yeah. Whoop Whoop… only. Where is Whoop Whoop?
SPIDER-SAM: Actually Whoop Whoop doesn’t-
THE SEA MONSTER: (Talking to self) I need a map, I wonder who sells maps. Steph Seagull might have a map. She’d know how far it is at least. Oh but she’s down at St Kilda beach. Bother. Now I’m going to have to stay here all day because of YOU (points accusatory finger at SPIDER-SAM) !
SPIDER-SAM: Whoa! Back up. This is not my fault!
SPIDER-SAM: No it’s not! You didn’t tell me you were trying to help, you just grabbed me and I got scared! Wouldn’t you get scared if someone just grabbed you and tried to drag you into (points towards the sea before realizing) … onto land?
THE SEA MONSTER: … Yes, but-
SPIDER-SAM: And wouldn’t you start screaming because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you think something bad is happening?
SPIDER-SAM: And wouldn’t you do anything you could to get away?
THE SEA MONSTER: (Sullen) yes.
SPIDER-SAM: (Takes a deep breath) Right. So this was not my fault.
THE SEA MONSTER: I suppose not.

(Both take a few deep breaths as they try to figure out what to say next. Awkward silence)

THE SEA MONSTER: I’m sorry for scaring you.
SPIDER-SAM: That’s okay. I’m sorry for making all your friends afraid of you.
THE SEA MONSTER: That’s okay. You didn’t mean to.
SPIDER-SAM: You didn’t mean to either. And hey, maybe you’re friends aren’t afraid of you. Maybe it was all just bad luck?
THE SEA MONSTER: You really think?
SPIDER-SAM: Yeah, like your whale friend.
SPIDER-SAM: Yeah him. He could have finished a song and that’s why he stopped singing. Not because you swam up. (THE SEA MONSTER nods head in agreement) Your star fish friend Sally-
THE SEA MONSTER: Sea Star friend...
SPIDER-SAM: Right, well Sally your Sea Star friend, she spiked you when you hugged her right?
SPIDER-SAM: Well that’s because some Sea Stars are covered in spikes to protect them from other animals, like seagulls and sharks.
SPIDER-SAM: Yeah. I learnt about it at school last week.
THE SEA MONSTER: Okay, you could be right, but what about Tommy Turtle? He went straight back into his shell the moment I arrived to say hello. That can’t just be bad luck, can it?
SPIDER-SAM: Did he see you coming?
THE SEA MONSTER: Well… no I came from behind him.
SPIDER-SAM: So maybe he was simply startled. Like me, he didn’t know what you were doing and got scared.
THE SEA MONSTER: You really think that’s why he hid?
SPIDER-SAM: I do. Why else would he hide from a nice Sea Monster like you?
THE SEA MONSTER: You think I’m a nice Sea Monster?
SPIDER-SAM: Yeah. I think you’re the nicest Sea Monster I’ve ever met, and today you taught me something important.
SPIDER-SAM: Yeah. You taught me to get to know people for who they are, not for who I expect them to be. You taught me to face my fears, you know why Sea Monster?
SPIDER-SAM: Because you’re awesome and if I hadn’t gotten to know you, we would never have become friends.

(THE SEA MONSTER and SPIDER-SAM hug. The lights go out. The lights come back up with SAM sleeping in bed. The audience is only able to see the bed. SAM sits up in bed).

SAM: I really am Spider-Sam!
(Lights go out.)

The End.
**Please note these works are of my own creation ©

05 September 2014 @ 09:18 pm
Jackie Chan Lost In The CBD – Ben’s prompt
By S.L Rush

It was at 0100 hours just outside Flinders Street Station that veteran reporter Mark Schreiber found himself looking up at an aging gentleman, who bore resemblance to the famous, Jackie Chan. The man was wearing a bright pink necktie with sprinkle covered donuts pictured over its every inch. What a get-up thought Mark as he lent against the metal fence that separated the road from the footpath. Ten minutes prior he had gotten a call from one of his sources indicating that Jackie Chan was wandering around Melbourne’s CBD aimlessly. If it weren’t for the impeccable reliability of that particular source, Mark wouldn’t have bothered making the trip from his favorite bar stool.

The Jackie Chan look alike set off down Lonsdale Street baring no mind to the florescent red pedestrian lights. Looking at the time, Mark realized the bars would all be closing right about now so set off after the man. This guy might make a good ‘What in the Weird?’ article for Melbourne’s free newspaper, the mX. The abundance of street lamps lighting the city made him easy to follow. It was not as though the man was walking particularly fast, he simply appeared to blend in with the shopping backdrop the city provided. Had there been more than a handful of extremely drunken revelers, Mark would not have been able to keep up with the man who was currently going from one side of the street to the other and back again.

After nearly an hour of wandering the city, the man plopped himself down in front of the State Library near the statue of Sir Redmond Barry. Out of breath and almost sober, Mark decided to join the man on the steps thinking maybe he might get a good quote for the article he would most likely write once the alcohol wore off completely.
   ‘’Scuse me sir, are you Jackie Chan?’
A few cars passed down La Trobe Street, the lights shining upon the metal tracks momentarily blinded the two men.
    ‘I’m not young anymore,’ the man sighed as he staggered to his feet ‘I am really, really tired’
Maybe there was more alcohol in Mark’s system than he realized. The man had not answered his question. It’s no use thought Mark as he got to his feet and brushed off his jeans. Leaving the man standing outside the library, he walked back to his hotel intent on getting into bed and sleeping his impending hangover away.

When Mark awoke the next afternoon he checked in to the Herald Sun website, looking for any articles he could possibly do a feature on.  In the middle of the screen was a picture of the man Mark had seen the night before, necktie and all, swimming in the Yarra River. The headline read ‘Goodbye Jackie Chan’. The Yarra River had claimed another victim. Reaching for a bottle of Jack Daniels Mark leaned back in his chair, taking a sip as he thought, dead warrior killed by a river, now that could make a good feature…

The End.
**Please note these works are of my own creation ©
04 September 2014 @ 11:49 pm
Disclaimer: One tiny mention of the film Frozen. No copyright infringements intended.

Just Another Day In Melbourne - A Short Story
By S.L Rush (nnnjtu)

Adam stood at the corner of Elizabeth Street and Flinders Lane as swarms of business men and women passed by. It was late July in Melbourne, the air as cold as Elsa’s ice castle in Frozen. The smell of coffee drifted through his senses as a man in an expensive and obviously tailored suit brushed passed him in a rush to catch the lights.

Humans he thought such odd creatures. Many of them seemed so focused on what they were doing and where they were going that they failed to see what was right in front of them. When the Don’t Walk signal sounded, Adam walked with purpose across the road.

Once he got to the middle where all the trams and cars intersect he stopped and sat down. He was wearing the best wool so the cold asphalt didn’t bother him in the slightest. Within mere seconds horns started blaring and drivers started swearing. What a ruckus.

One driver had the nerve to get out of his car and attempt to push Adam out of the way with brute strength. Being a strong fellow, Adam sat there as calm as could be. He knew the man was only wasting that precious little energy his morning coffee supplied him with.

After a few more minutes of trying the man plopped down beside him, sweat dripping profusely from his brows. Looking out the corner of his eye Adam saw the man attempt to light up a ciggie while rubbing the sweat from his hands. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
   ‘They’re comin’ for you buddy. Wish you’d get off the road. I don’t want to see you getting’ hurt’ said the man.

The sirens sounded closer prompting Adam to stand at attention. If the police were going to move him, they had better be prepared for a fight. Three police cars turned up blocking off the road even more effectively than Adam himself had done. It was getting later in the morning and the mayhem of cars beeping was starting to become too much.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, please calm down,’ started one officer through a bright red megaphone. The rest of his speech was drowned out by the noise of shocked onlookers as Adam walked right up to one of the uniformed officers and head butted her.

A head butt is the ultimate sign of disapproval thought Adam before he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Looking down he saw a gigantic needle had pierced his skin containing some form of tranquilizer. Bloody pigs thought Adam before he passed out.

Moments later the Animal Control officer who shot Adam appeared at his side, checking his vitals. It was time to get this sheep off the road and back to the farm he came from.

The End.
** Please note these works are of my own creation. (c)
04 September 2014 @ 08:43 pm
Disclamer: The young man in this story speaks in quotes from Star Wars. I do not own these quotes, they are the intellectual property of masters of the art I aspire to create. No copyright infringement inteneded.

The Elevator - A Short Story
By S.L Rush (nnnjtu)

The elevator stopped between the thirty-eighth and thirty-ninth floors. No, no, no thought Phillip as he clutched his clipboard to his chest. This cannot be happening.
   ‘Someone do something,’ he said as the lights blinked off.
   ‘In life… there is always darkness,’ said Jane, her pale white skin shimmering in the darkness. The emergency lights flickered on as a computerized voice announced there had been a electrical fault.
   ‘I bet maintenance’ll take their right good time getting this hunk of junk sorted,’ Marvin said as he methodically brushed his fringe over his otherwise bald head.
Phillip slid down to the floor. ‘I doubt they-‘
   ‘Hold up, let me try that line again,’

Marvin was one of the many actors Phillip managed. They were headed up to do a reading of a new film being produced, ‘Tough Drycleaner’. Not exactly a blockbuster but a job is a job.
   ‘I bet… maintenance’ll take their right good time, getting this hunk a junk sorted,’
Jane stared at the actor from her corner of the elevator, shaking her head occasionally.

There was only one other person in the elevator with them. He was a thin young man wearing a Star Wars shirt and black cargo pants. Phillip was used to seeing odd things in his profession as an acting agent, and maybe it’s because he was in a terrifying situation but this guy gave him the creeps. Trying to appear nonchalant he analyzed every inch of him finally settling on his pimple ridden face.
   ‘When nine hundred years you reach, look as good you will not,’ said the man.
Startled by the sudden attention Phillip curled further into his clipboard.

Marvin was flexing in the mirror when he said ‘Yo dude, that’s a quote from that Star Wars show right?’
The man blinked a few times at him but made no move to speak. Phillip wondered if he felt intimidated by the hardly famous actor he was faced with. No doubt that’s what Marvin thinks. Letting go of his clipboard with one hand, Phillip quickly wiped the sweat that had started forming on his forehead. Were they going to die in here?
   ‘H-how long un-til the… the matinance-‘
   ‘Naw, chill Phil. We’ll be right. The man wouldn’t kill this pretty face, ay Yoga man’
With shake of his head, the young man said simply ‘That is why you fail’

The computerized voice cut through the growing tension in the elevator, reminding its occupants that the Fire Department was on its way. The reminder helped calm Phillip down enough to speak again.
   ‘We’ll be out of here soon, so don’t draw blood Marvin. You don’t want the producer finding out you bloodied his elevator do you?’
Marvin and the young man continued to stare at each other for what seemed like a long time, masculine energy coming off both men in waves of frustration. Suddenly Marvin stepped back throwing his hands up in front of him.
   ‘I hear ya,’
   ‘Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is,’ at that Marvin lost all control.
To Phillip it all seems to happen in a flash. Marvin’s fist came out of nowhere and punched the young man out in one devastating blow. It was only once the man was on the floor out cold that anyone noticed the jewelry around his neck. They were dog tags indicating that this man was one of the many young soldiers about to go off to war. Phillip could only shake his head as he covered his face, asking himself why he signed the idiot actor in the first place. If I ever get out of this elevator, he thought, I am going to fire his entitled ass.

The End.

** Discounting the quotes from Star Wars, this work is all of my own creation. (c)
04 September 2014 @ 07:15 pm
An Unlikely Wedding - A Short Story
By S.L Rush (nnnjtu)

Well this is it, thought Bianca as she smoothed her dress out over her swollen stomach for the forty-seventh time. The shimmering black contrasted nicely with her usual effervescent self. A bouquet of red roses lay upon the desk beside her, looking about as thrilled to be a part of this wedding as she did. Red is the color of passion she thought as she fingered the soft but wilting petals. Placing her hands on her stomach Bianca breathed a deep sigh, reminding herself that this was the right decision to make… the only decision to make. A lone tear escaped from the corner of her eye, blazing a traitorous trail through her freshly applied make-up before dropping into her cleavage and disappearing from sight.

Meanwhile Bianca’s groom Harold stood at the front of the church waiting for the moment that would see him become an obscenely wealthy man. Not only was he marrying the soon-to-be mother of his first born son, he was also marrying into a family of old money. Bianca’s father was on his death bed and everyone knew that that man had a countries worth of dough and then some! Since Bianca was the old man’s only living relative, one could only assume all that money would go to his daughter and her soon-to-be husband, once he finally croaked.

Back in the churches rectory, Bianca was busy reapplying her foundation. I have to do this she thought as a plume of powder lightly dusted the nearby roses. My baby deserves to have both his parent no matter my feelings for the man. I will miss her kind heart, her sweet face and her impeccable understanding of all that I am but…
   ‘It’s for the best,’ she muttered taking one final look at herself in the mirror. Slowly squaring her shoulders she turned toward the church door, prepared to commit to a man she did not love.

Bianca shuffled to the music, smiling tightly at the 50 plus guests in attendance. Harold rubbed his hands together already able to smell the money coming his way. After what felt like a decade but was probably no more than a single minute, Bianca found herself shaking, standing opposite her fiancé.

‘I OBJECT!’ said a young woman standing at the now open church doors, snow billowing behind her.
Bianca was suddenly unsure of where to look. Harold’s hand tugged harshly at her wrist.
‘Who is that?’ he bit vehemently.
‘Her name is Kahlan.’
The woman in question swept into the small church with as much grace as a princess on her coronation day.
‘Bianca, please don’t do this. Hear me out before you make the worst decision of your life,’ her face flushed from the cold she left outside.
With her heart lodged somewhere between her brain and mouth, she could only stare blankly at the woman before her.
‘Finally,’ she said breathing a sigh of relief. ‘Thank God.’
Her words echoed through the church, leaving the guests shell shocked. Now this was love.

The End
**Please note these works are of my own creation. (c)
04 September 2014 @ 03:23 pm
Sister Mary Catherine - A Short Story
By S.L Rush (nnnjtu)

The church was dark as the rain subsided, light failing to shine through the clouds that shrouded the building in an unnatural, oppressive darkness. The scent of old wood and fine sawdust drifted through the empty church halls. Sister Mary Catherine sat alone in a pew four rows from the organ, eyes close and face soft with her hands folded in prayer. She sat in silence until the bells rung twice, echoing loudly through the church and signaling the end of lunch.

Within minutes Sister Mary Francis came swooping in, all guns blazing asking why on earth her fellow sister of the cloth had missed meal time.
 ‘I needed to be alone for a while’
 ‘Sister, you’re never alone. The Lord is always-’
 ‘I know,’ she said brushing her hands over her face. ‘I simply needed space to figure out the meaning behind my dreams’
 ‘Tell me Sister, what did you dream?’

Forty-Five minutes later Father Daniels entered the church as quietly as the old wooden church doors would allow. Expecting silence the Father was gob smacked to overhear two of his faithful Sisters talking animatedly about not so faithful topics.
 ‘- When I started telling my mum sex jokes-’
 ‘Sisters! What in God’s name is going on here!’ he said eyeballing the two women with his mouth agape.
The Sisters jumped before quickly standing to face the Father. The air was thick around them as Sister Mary Catherine attempted to explain what was going on, stuttering the whole way through. After a drawn out reprimand for discussing such things in God’s house, Father Daniels retreated to the rectory to work on his upcoming sermon.

As the light started to shine through the intricate windows of the church, the Sisters took a moment to pray for forgiveness. At the sound of five bells ringing the Sisters left for the kitchen, surreptitiously sneaking glances at each other and giggling as they went.

The End.

**Please note these works are of my own creation. (c)
23 May 2014 @ 05:04 pm

Australia's PM is out of his mind!

'The Australian government just released the Federal Budget with $245 million to send chaplains from anti-gay religious groups, such as ACCESS Ministries and Your Dream Incorporated, to schools where lesbian, gay, bi and trans students are already bullied and harassed' -sourced from: https://www.allout.org/en/actions/australia-budget

Please please please sign this petition. I don't want to leave Australia but I will not live in a country where love is a political decision based on homophobic morals. https://www.allout.org/en/actions/australia-budget

Please help this Country from become a place where love is not okay... Please God Help.

Current Mood: Terrified
13 April 2014 @ 07:47 am
I have found my happy place. I simple read/watch anything to do with the Otalia storyline and the happy comes along for the ride. No worries about living situations, no worries about allergies. Simple, fun, endearing and heartfelt joy. <3 Otalia is possibly the cutest pairing in my fandomverse.
08 April 2014 @ 05:33 pm
From what I have read/heard.. I feel you are all examples of decent human beings.

"You are a good human.. I like you human."

Thank you for improving my view on society.

06 April 2014 @ 05:17 pm
Sorry for the brief departure. Life has thrown me a curve ball and it has taken a few days to get my head around what to do next.


When the world begins to crumble,
When hope is far away,
Focus on the lighter things,
That happen everyday.


Love will shine down on you,
Love will stand beside you,
Believe in love,
Be set free.
Out from the confines of doubt,
Bringing the dawn of a new day,
The light of love will shine,
Showing you the way.
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Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
02 April 2014 @ 11:26 am
So I am missing school again today. I will have so much bleeding work to catch up on when I return to a healthy state *sigh*
Adulthood, you test me...
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
01 April 2014 @ 10:37 pm
Feeling guilty about taking today and tomorrow off school. Yes I had a migraine today, one which appears to be forming again every time I open my eyes... however I have work to do! I need to do something with my time!
Current Mood: disheartened
31 March 2014 @ 07:49 pm
Busy day today. My muscles and brain are both feeling the strain of an intolerable nights sleep. I truly hope that I can sleep tonight. One more night of barely getting into the land of Z's could possibly send me to crazy town :P

Sleepless nights filled with questions and longing. The truth will out... will the truth come forth?
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
30 March 2014 @ 02:55 pm
Today, for the first time in many years, I went to church.

Looking upon gaychurch.org I found somewhere I could go without being condemned for being gay.

Surrounding myself in this community of people felt amazing and it truly did feel as though I was finally one with myself. Physically, Emotionally and Spiritually.

Today has been a wonderful experience and gives me hope for the future.
29 March 2014 @ 07:28 pm
It's official. I am going to teach myself how to bake bread! Not this week, maybe not next week but sometime within the month of April, I will learn this bread baking thing and it shall be fabulous!
Current Mood: Enthusiastic
28 March 2014 @ 09:34 pm
After searching high and low for answers; I found solace in the wise words spoken by Natalia Rivera (Jessica Leccia - Guiding Light). God is love.

Loving someone so purely regardless of gender is a gift from God, not a punishment.
Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
14 November 2010 @ 03:13 am
Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?

May you travel henceforth toward a joyous day :)
24 September 2010 @ 12:11 am
So I know I haven't been posting or even reading my friends page recently :S
Believe me there are really good reasons as to why.

I was wondering if anyone new a website I can use to convert youtube videos to normal videos?
Any help would be greatly appreciated.

I will try and update soon, promise :)

Hope everyone is well and such (Y)
Current Mood: curiouscurious
03 August 2010 @ 09:39 am

Why is my profile working and not my friends list?! *argh!*

Okay in news, my internet has been silly silly, I dumped the 'apparently' abusive ex! And my grandfather died. Can this week get any better.
Oh and on another note.. I really need a better internet provider.. one that actually LETS me watch YouTube *grumbles*

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Current Location: Australia, Melbourne
Current Mood: crankycranky
27 June 2010 @ 04:40 pm


AHHHH!!!!! *runs and hides*
She proposed to me. *freaks out*
What do I doooooooo???
Current Location: Australia, Narre Warren
Current Mood: TERRIFIED
27 June 2010 @ 03:24 am
My heart hurts,
and I just wanna scream.

I'm broken inside,
Been so long since I cried.
The way I do,
When I'm with you.

You hurt me,
You crushed me,
I just wanna be numb.
I'm tired,
I'm pissed,
How could I be so dumb?

The first one I've let in,
The first to have my whole heart.
But you've smashed it to pieces,
You've torn it apart.

How am I supposed to continue to trust?
What is this to you, just a bout of lust?

I swore years ago,
No-one would hear me cry.
I'd keep it inside,
Until the day I die.


Where to go from here,
Only time will tell.
Until that time,
I'll remain an empty shell.
Current Location: Australia, Narre Warren
Current Mood: crushedcrushed
Current Music: Like A Knife - Secondhand Serenade
20 June 2010 @ 07:07 pm
Life is fucking me around AGAIN! >< What do you do when your always the 'strong one' but break, crack into pieces beyond repair?
Current Location: Australia, Narre Warren
Current Mood: crappycrappy
16 June 2010 @ 01:27 pm
I really wanna write a fic, but I'm too bleedin' tired. Thinking maybe I should write a fluff piece. Hmm...
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
08 June 2010 @ 06:27 pm

I am back! Now you may all dance around in joy with the butterflies and sing merry songs from awesome musicals such as but not limited to 'The Sound of Music" and "Repo"!!

Me: *Drinks cold drink because it's 'nomnomnom'*
Mother: Careful! You might get Ice-Cream head!
Me: ... You mean brain freeze?
Mother: Oh yeah, Ice-Cream head was what we called a kid at Primary School.

Oh kids these days. 

J.Paige Out.

Current Mood: crushedcrushed
20 March 2010 @ 05:53 pm



Current Location: Australia, Melbourne
Current Mood: creativecreative
20 March 2010 @ 04:05 pm
Oh my, two entrys in one day, don't you feel special ^.^

Well here be some poems I have written recently.

I no longer feel calm,
I no longer feel peace.
I just wanna run,
I just wanna cease.

I just wanna be where I cease to exist,
I just wanna see through the haze and the mist.

A shadow that haunts,
A shadow that heals,
A shadow that taunts,
A shadow that feels.

Why must I live,
Through the darkest of nights?
When all daytime brings,
Is more fear and fights.

Like a time delay virus I sit and wait,
For nothing and no-one can escape their fate.

I know you'll hate me when you find out i've been smoking,
But please understand in this life i've been choking.

The meaning of life,
There is none at all.
The world just waits,
For you to trip and fall.

If I got kicked out,
Where would I go?
Would anyone care,
Would anyone know?

I find sanctuary at night,
From the darkness of days.
They take so much out of me,
I survive my own ways.

This deal has me constricted,
I'm feeling so conflicted.

I want to find peace,
I want to find hope.
How do I find you,
How can I cope?

Current Location: Australia, Melbourne
Current Mood: tiredtired
09 November 2009 @ 08:24 pm
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Current Location: Australia
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: "Lips of an angel" - Hinder
13 June 2009 @ 11:29 pm
"You shall be the death of me, when the night falls down, and the silence consumes me, you shall be there. With a smile on your face, and a knife in your hand, you shall be the death of me, when the night falls down."

"Without conviction we are but a blank slate. We do not stand up for what we believe in, but for what we think we should believe in. Conviction in is the key. If you can't beat them, know in your heart that what you believe in matters."

"I have never felt like this before. Like a weight is on my chest, while I'm floating through bliss. Everything is surreal, but I somehow still feel grounded."
Current Mood: contentcontent
13 June 2009 @ 08:56 pm

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Current Location: Earth
Current Mood: peacefulpeaceful
Current Music: Silence
19 May 2009 @ 08:18 pm
This is my Maggie Dog. Well she's not mine per-say, she's my parent's, but I have known her for 15 years. I'm slightly confused about a few things though. She has around 5 lumps, of varying sizes on her body, but has a great deal of trouble recovering from surgery. I was wondering if anyone knows of another option.

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Current Location: Couch
Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
Current Music: NCIS - on the television
03 April 2009 @ 04:50 pm

Okay guys, seriously this is some weird shit, funny, but weird.

Basically I was going through deleting my emails from way back, when I found this one...
It's just what some famous people might have said, if given the question, Why did the chicken cross the road.

Why did the chicken cross the  road?

DR.   PHIL :     The  problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on 'THIS' side of the road  before it goes after the problem on the 'OTHER SIDE' of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his 'CURRENT' problems before adding 'NEW' problems.  

OPRAH:     Well,  I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the  chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens  

GEORGE  W. BUSH :     We  don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.  

:    Now  to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road...              

DR    SEUSS :    


Did the chicken cross the road?

Did he cross it with a toad?

Yes, the chicken crossed the road,

but why it crossed I've not been  told.  



ERNEST  HEMINGWAY :    To  die in the rain. Alone.

GRANDPA :    In   my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road.  Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.  

JOHN  LENNON :    Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.  

ARISTOTLE:   It  is the nature of chickens to cross the road.  

COLONEL SANDERS:     Did I miss one?   
BILL  GATES:     I   have just released eChicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your chick book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken. This new platform is much more stable and will  never cra . . . #@&&^(C% . . . . . . . .   

ALBERT  EINSTEIN:    Did  the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move  beneath the chicken?  

BILL  CLINTON:    I  did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?   

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: crazycrazy
26 March 2009 @ 06:02 pm

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22 March 2009 @ 10:09 pm
Do you think people deserve second chances?
Most people do, however those who do the unspeakable do not. Eg: Rapists, Murderers etc.
However I only believe in second chances, not third chances or fourth chances.
I believe: Blow one chance your human, blow two chances your... I don't know what but I certainly think a second chance is more than enough.
Current Location: Bedroom
Current Mood: bitchybitchy
15 March 2009 @ 08:24 pm

Hi all... This is my first go at doing photomerger on adobe.


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Current Location: Lounge
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
14 March 2009 @ 11:09 am
Do you believe in true love? What about love at first sight?
True Love: I think I do however these days it's hard to come by. It sometimes seems people just tolerate each other. Since the wedding yesterday I do however belive it is possible. The love I saw then was almost contageous!

Love at first sight: Honestly I don't know about that one. I think there is an 'Intence attraction' at first sight... but for that to become love is much more time consuming than just a simple look. So 'Love' at first sight... no, but 'intence feeling for' at first sight... yes.
Current Location: Lounge
Current Mood: mellowmellow
12 March 2009 @ 07:15 pm
*grins*   My Friend is getting married tomorrow.

On Friday the 13th!
hmm... I guess she's not supersticious

Getting there by public transport which means, at least 3 different buses in the space of 1.5 hrs.
Wondering if I should wear jeans and a shirt, or jeans and a tank with light jacket... It's very casual from what I know of.
Current Location: Lounge
Current Mood: mischievousmischievous
01 March 2009 @ 05:29 pm
What creature would you choose as your spirit animal?
I would have to say a butterfly. They're so complex, especially with their wings. I'm facinated by them.
Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
01 March 2009 @ 05:27 pm
What is your personal motto or favorite quotation?
My motto would have to be "I'll just shut up now" - Only because when talking, I tend to ramble, all of a sudden I notice the blank looks i'm getting and decide that shutting up is the best option =D. Thus the motto "I'll just shut up now" was born.
Current Mood: chipperchipper
01 March 2009 @ 05:23 pm
What's the story behind your username?
LOL! Well... when I was really little I went on a site where I had to create a username. All the names I could think of at the time were taken, so what do I do? I randomly typed in 6 letters. I didn't look at them, I just checked that it wasn't already taken. Sure enough NNNJTU wasn't taken, and from then on the username just stuck. I now always make my user NNNJTU only because I know that i'll remember it. =D
Current Location: Bedroom
Current Mood: curiouscurious
18 February 2009 @ 02:29 pm
If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?
I would go to a giant waterfall. Just hearing birds chirping, waves crashing etc. It puts my mind/body at ease and I am finally able to relax. I don't know if such a place exists but I am willing to find out XD. Yep I am occasionally a cliché!
Current Location: Lounge
Current Music: Summertime - I honestly have no clue...
17 February 2009 @ 09:39 am
Just like to say my heart goes out to all who have been affected by Black Saturday's Bushfires. I'm also very proud that us Australian's are sticking together and helping. Along with the help of celeb's and other countries of couse. But I must say I am still amazed at the way we've all come together in such tough times. Never in my life did I think that any fire could be worse than Ash Wednesday! Firefighters are Awesome, you've all done an amazing job. Lots of love to all, nnnjtu
Current Location: Bedroom
Current Mood: shockedshocked
Current Music: How to save a life - The Fray?