Friday, March 31, 2006

Sunshine Happy Days

A complete departure from the last post, I know. Thank god I can regain my good mood in a matter of minutes.

Today has been an excellent day, though. I've been swimming and attempted to drown Ash in the pool (dunking competition, first to three) and made myself a good dinner. Add in several hours of doing very little and a triumphant battle with the fuse box and you've got yourself a happy Emma.

Plus I got a series of emails which made me grin.

And badges! Oh, my pretty little badges. I'd given up hope of ever seeing them, but they somehow found me. So utterly stoked with them. They've turned out beautifully. If I had more money, I could sit there for hours at a time designing them for people.

And now... I'm going to do the dishes while singing along to my iPod.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Asininity

Despite what some people may think, I am not stupid. I have been taken out of context and made to look like a complete fucktard. I am furious. Let's say, for example, I sent a quick text-message review of a text. Yes? I wasn't writing a bloody essay on the text, and I fancy if I were, it would be a lot more intelligent and articulate than anything that could spring forth from the land of text messages. For fuck's sake, I've spent three years of my university life studying literature, getting better than decent marks.

Well, apparantly, I'm a complete fucktard. At least, according to some.

I hate it when my words are taken out of context! It makes me so goddamn angry! And I would like to think that friends of mine respected my intelligence enough to ask me to clarify a potentially ambiguous remark.

I am SO angry right now.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

iPod Random Five #1

Hooray! New blog segment! It's rather simple, I'll put my iPod on shuffle and record my findings.

  • 'Alright' by Supergrass
  • 'Paperback Writer' by the Beatles
  • 'Everytime You Need Me' by Fragma
  • Better Luck' Scissor Sisters
  • 'Casualty' by Missy Higgins.

Verdict: Poptastic. Would suit a party with old school friends.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Singin' Along

I was flicking through discount CDs in the supermarket today and came across a Frank Sinatra collection. I immediately started whistling a song that one of our Idols performed at some stage during the competition. 'It Had To Be You' was firmly stuck in my head for a good three hours. I hummed it while sorting through leeks, while tramping down a slippery muddy path, and while hauling the shopping up the stairs.

Today has been a day of singing. I put on OMWF this afternoon, and struck poses around Ash's living room. We pranced around with music from the Swedish Eurovision Finalist CD on during the day. Now I'm tapping away to 'Luxurious' by Gwen Stefani.

It feels so good to sing along to good music, even if you miss notes or forget the lyrics or get interrupted with a kiss. It's making me grin just thinking about it.

What's your favourite song to sing along to?

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Snowman! Snowpuppy!

On the way home from Södertälje, I suddenly had the urge to create a snowman, which followed on from my impulse to leap into a snowbank yesterday.

So, Ash and I created...



That little blob beside our punk snowman (look at the hair for evidence, we have lots of spikes there) is his faithful snowpuppy. I call him Snowflake.


See how he's all at attention! With little snow ears and a little snow tail! One more photo of the snowpuppy, go on.

Very well, then.


We're expecting the neighbourhood children to have killed them by the time we go out and see them again...

Saturday, March 25, 2006

To The Dark Side!

In an effort to write so-called 'dark fiction' that seems to be disgustingly popular lately, I sat down today and (almost) finished a piece that was inspired by sleepy mind-wanderings a few nights ago.

I had intended to re-write a piece on uni-student cannibalism that I jotted down in a notebook some time last year (but making it much better, of course) but I ended up writing this instead. I'm rather happy with this as a first draft. I'm sure that it'll look better with a bit of polishing, and then will hopefully get published! And thank you to Sky who looked up a whole lot of magazines for me. Bless.

So, here's the first section. The entire thing is at the 2 200 word mark at the moment, but I might stretch it to 3 000 if I think I can make it work. It needs a bit of a tinker, but should work out fairly well, I think. Anyone who wants to have a look at the rest or wants to workshop it, drop me a comment or an email, and I'll send it over.

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The tap was dripping again. Alice groaned and began to remove the layers that covered her in bed. She shifted aside the lovingly crocheted throws and the itchy woolen blankets, taking special care not to disturb Buttercup, her Chihuahua, who was nestled into a corner. The small dog was curled up nose to tail, and when Alice stopped to gently stroke her companion’s ear, Buttercup woke and yawned, stretching while looking faintly annoyed at having been woken. Alice heaved herself out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen in the dark, carefully avoiding the coffee table that Fred had made her years ago.

When she reached the kitchen, Alice tapped the oversized light switch and padded her way over the worn linoleum to the sink. With her arthritis, she couldn’t turn the taps off as firmly as was needed, and they often worked their way loose in the night. Alice had enough trouble sleeping, despite the pills, and would make her way to the kitchen at least once every night to twist the fittings back into place. Her son Dennis had left her a light wrench that she could lift without hurting herself, which she wedged around the tap and struggled against. Alice puffed and gasped as she heaved the tap shut that extra millimeter. There, it would hold for another couple of hours while Alice got some rest. She flicked the light off and stood in the doorway of the kitchen for a moment, getting her breath. She absentmindedly patted her hair and hummed a little tune to herself. She ignored the scrabbling coming from the closet near the oven, she had put up with enough of Tommy’s mischief for one day.

The trip back to bed was harder than the trip to the sink, for Alice’s eyes had partially adjusted to the gloom. The portraits of her grandchildren sparkled in the dim room, the gaudy frames outshining their eyes. They would come over and visit a few times a year, usually bringing their problems and leaving with crisp twenty dollar notes. She would gladly pay twice as much to see them, but they looked at her only as a pitiful last resort. Rory came more often than the others, and would occasionally gift her with a dog figurine or some flowers, which she would proudly display on the coffee table. They would remind her that she was still important to somebody, even if it was just another greedy grandchild. Alice tramped her way over the immaculate carpet, eyeing an awry cushion here and there. She could clean up in the morning, after reading some more of her book. She always felt that lying in bed with a book of a morning was one of her last pleasures. Buttercup would nose her way under the coverlets, and Alice would feel her warmth on her back or side. It was a cosy enough heaven, for the both of them.

When Alice finally got back to her lonely double bed, Buttercup had vanished. Still humming to herself, Alice settled into the bed, pulling layer upon layer upon her slender body. When she was safely tucked in and could no longer hear Tommy’s pleas from the kitchen, she whistled and called to Buttercup. In the distance, she heard the barking and whimpering of a dog. It sounded much bigger than Buttercup, so even when the howling and whining seemed to come from under her bedroom window, Alice ignored it. She simply clicked her wrinkled fingers for Buttercup, and sighed with relief as the little dog jumped up onto the bed. When she had been a puppy, Alice had had to help her up, but now she could leap all the way on her own. Alice gently turned off her bedside lamp and listened as Buttercup roamed the bed, looking for a comfortable spot.

Alice flinched away from Buttercup’s cold nose as she tried to wriggle under the covers. It was a common trick. However, this time, instead of accepting her fate to sleep on an uninhabited corner of the bed, Buttercup continued to squirm into Alice’s neck. When the tiny biting teeth found an artery, Alice’s eyes widened in shock, before the flow of blood completely ruined her coverlet.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Beautiful Things

A scant handful of suger-like snowflakes dusting uneven, slippery ice.

Living and Learning

I need to learn Swedish. Being in an environment in which I don't speak the language is different and faintly scary. Paris, of course, presented difficulties, but they were outweighed by meeting Ash and hanging out with Hobblings for a long weekend.

Here, I stammer and blush at the supermarket checkout, until the staff take pity on me and switch to English. I nod and smile when I don't undertand what people are saying. I used to be a paragon of social nuance! I could approach complete strangers with utmost confidence and win them over with a smile and a joke. In fact, it was my job to do so! I spoke to Sean the other day, and he couldn't imagine me out of my depth and not talking to people.

I'm not complaining. I really do love Sweden, and being with Ash, and seeing things that I've never seen before. Sometimes I stop and realise exactly where I am and what I'm doing, and it makes me so happy. It's a wonderful experience. But Swedish is such a tricky language. Just hearing it on a daily basis makes me want to cross my arms and say 'No, it's too hard, I can't.' Maybe it's my failed attempts at learning Indonesian speaking, or maybe it's just me at the point before I get motivated and rise to the challenge.

No doubt, I'll pick up bits and pieces and will eventually learn to make myself understood. I'm looking forward to that, and not just because I want to show off my Swedish when I get home. I need to dig in my heels and grab hold of this problem. I want to be able to chat and joke with Swedes, even if they are, as Ash says, a taciturn people. I want to be confident with another language.

And then I'll have absolutely nothing to complain about...

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

An Unofficial NaNo Part 2

Bleugh, I'm sleepy. Don't direct any pity whatsoever to me; Ash got up at 6am to faithfully go to uni. I'd skip the damn seminar if it was me.

So, I got a reply from one of the editors I emailed saying that they don't want my carnivalesque piece, but are happy to read other things, so I sent him my poisoner piece. I haven't done anything with it yet (I guess I've been 'saving it up' in a sense) so godspeed to that particular piece of work. If it does get published, lo, I will dance and be merry. If not, I'll send it elsewhere and keep my fingers crossed!

I'm thinking about making myself do another Nano-type hard slog. I could do it, but I wouldn't have the fancy charts on my side. Still, it would be awfully good for my writing if I could force myself to write 2000 words a day. Eugh, just thinking about it makes me cringe. Why don't we ever like the things that are good for us? (Aside from Swedish hard bread. The stuff is god, I tell you.) I suppose I should push myself. I'll be very happy later on when I have a first draft under my belt.

Well, then. No time like the present. Banner waving and words of encouragement are welcome!

Monday, March 20, 2006

Determination

Last night I sat in front of the computer until my eyes went blurry, tracking down possible publication opportunities and scouting for competitions. I am firm in my resolve to get work out there, to have pieces published and to make some kind of name for myself. I also wrote a few pages of notes for the novel idea that has been gnawing on me lately. I can acually see enough of the characters and setting and conflict for the whole thing to flesh out. Sure, it might be terrible, but I have it all there in my head, waiting to be written and shaped.

I love that feeling. The clamouring of ideas in your head that need attention. Of course you can ignore them, but taking hold of them and giving them shape feels so much... better. More productive.

I want to be a better writer. And I think that the only way that's going to happen is to keep on with it. To learn more about creating a wonderful narrative. Of course it's slow and hard, but what else am I to do? I have to get better! Because I want to improve.

I guess we'll see.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Out of Body

I just had the weirdest experience. I think that I was playing with things that I don't really understand, and quite rightly feel odd.

Perhaps I should start from the start. That might help. And I'm telling you right now that I probably sound completely mad. For that, I apologise.

Remember when I was talking about the White Light trick? It's basically a shield against negative energy, taught to me ages ago by my mother. I've used it when I've felt threatened or bombarded with too many people... Like on the tram, when a whole lot of crazy people get on and start swearing and fighting. Just as a bit of a back-up. Well, a step up from that is the cleansing part. Supposedly, if you have negative energy in you, you can pull it out and encapsulate it within white light, therefore getting rid of it, right? Until tonight, I wasn't quite sure if it worked (still not) but what the hell, right? Can't do any harm.

After an hours-long chat with Ash, I attempted to clear something from her. A negative energy. What my mother would call a 'gorbie.' You know, something... wrong. This is going to sound completely odd, but... It was hard. I used the shield trick, and tried to get rid of it... And I think it went. Afterwards, I felt all weird and shaky and... Not myself. Not myself at all. But, I think I'm better now...

Wow. That was completely weird. I shouldn't mess around with that shit. I must sound nuts, but I felt completely strange afterwards. Like I had been drinking or I was on something. Huh.

I guess I'm feeling better now. But still. That was really, really weird.

And I sound nuts. Oh, good.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Have/Have Not

While in Sweden, I have:

  • Blushed and stammered my way through several encounters with Swedes. I simply cannot maintain my confidence when I have no idea of what to say to people.
  • Eaten far too much chocolate. But it's dark, so it doesn't count.
  • Learned that thermal pants are vital to my survival, no matter how much they make Jes laugh.
  • Discovered Angel. Oh my, but he is a handsome boy.
  • Found snow pretty on many many occasions.
  • Realised that I'm living with my girlfriend. Woah.
  • Made a joke about burying a dead body under ice then watched a news story about police finding a body under ice.
  • Eaten at an Aussie themed restaurant and sniggered at paintings of emus.
  • Socialised more than I thought I would.
  • Gloated time and time again over the fact that I'm avoiding Commonweath Games trouble.
  • Got songs from Swedish Eurovision finalists firmly stuck in my head.
  • Eaten Vegemite every day.
  • Had a snowball fight, much to the disapproval of a man walking behind Ash and I.

Have not:

  • Learned any Swedish other than 'Tack' and 'Banan.'
  • Called work. I'm sure they'll be flat out and I don't want to pester them.
  • Done any constructive writing. I'll get to it.
  • Died from the cold. Again, woah.
  • Been surprised by cars driving on the 'wrong' side of the road. Perhaps I'd be slightly more shocked if I drove myself.
  • Lost anything. I'm actually organised for once in my life.

I have more to add, but my traitor brain can't think of them at this point in time. God bless the edit button.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

A Moment

I was snuggled up in a doona on the couch watching Angel when Ash leaned over and whispered 'You are the love of my life,' and little bubbles of warmth danced around in my chest.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Culture War

So, today we went off on a little trip to Ikea. It was sort of strangely exciting because I hadn't even been to the one in Richmond, let alone a proper Swedish one. It was disgustingly confusing, but I was enchanted by a whole lot of the little rooms that they'd set up. One of them had banana curtains. And one of them had a bathroom that was more or less shielded from public view... So we snuck in there and made out, then joked about getting kicked out and suing for discrimination. Heh.

Tonight we're off to an Australian themed restaurant/bar called Croc's Inn, which has Foster's logos emblazoned on the doors and a poster in the window saying 'Come on in and say G'Day.' I think I may actually die laughing. I wonder if we'll get a chance to eat emu or crocodile? Never tried those, but have had kangaroo a couple of times.

From the most Swedish thing ever to an Aussie haven, eh?

Today wasn't so cold, I could walk around without my Warm Jumper on and even without gloves! It was a welcome change from the near-midnight stroll at -12 last night. My boots froze.

And now we're off to Croc's.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Emma: A Woman In Snow


See? See how cold it is? I'm wearing all of those clothes and I'm still freezing!

Now, I'd better get back to the Swedish Eurovision heats. I think I might actually die laughing at the costumes. They just had a bunch of cowboys frisking around on hay bales. Before that were camp teens in leather and eye makeup. Must retain mask of respect for the performers... *sniggers*

Just One More Building, I Promise.


Is it wrong that I would kill the owner of the red house to have it for my very own?

Buildings! They Have Those Here!


They sure don't build 'em this way back home.

More Photos


So, this is part of 'Queen's Street,' I think. I totally drooled over the red buildings everywhere.

Now, it seems that something is wrong with Ash's broadband, so I'll have to put the photos in separate posts. How annoying.

Swedish Things


So, we went for a walk around the Old Town in Stockholm today. It was about -6, but I think I'm actually getting used to it. Scary. Anyway, I took a million photos, and it's going to pain me not to be able to put them all on here, but here we go, anyway.

This is the main street, obviosuly. Most of the buildings are that pretty orange colour, although some are red or yellow, too. That seems to be the standard around the suburbs as well. It was so pretty! I couldn't stop taking photos!

I'll put some more up when this internet connection sorts itself out.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Here and There

Christ, it's cold! And Sweden has so many oddities that I can't stop getting faintly excited about. Just little odd things, like stop buttons being on the roof of the bus, and bins having little hats so as not to fill with snow... Oh, and they have little metal rails on the stairs so that you can push a pram down them without possibly killing your children. Sort of inventive, eh?

So, pretty much all I've done since I got here was get to Ash's place from the airport and eat and sleep and go and look at Södertalje, which has droolworthy architecture and is pretty much like the main strip of Cardiff. (More snow and less dragons, though.)

The water hasn't made me sick (thank god) and the food is pretty much the same.

Oh, I have a bunch of things to add about the plane trips, but I'll leave that for later. Aside from one thing that I think is worth mentioning. When we were about to hit Kuala Lumpur, the Captain comes over the intercom thing and says something like 'We're about 10 minutes away from landing, the weather is lovely, 30 degrees, and please remember that trafficking drugs to Malaysia is punishable by death. Thank you!'

What the hell? I completely wigged out over the Naprogesic and Immodium that I had on me, and panicked that someone could have slipped something into my bag ala Ms Corby. Holy hell, I must have looked so suspicious. Oh, and I was really proud because the language is almost identical to Indonesian (which I know some of, having been subjected to it for about 8 years in school) and even though I don't remember much, I could pick up words here and there and pretty much understand what they were talking about. That was rather exciting. I was all smug about that.

Right, I'll put some photos up soon! Miss everyone like mad but having lots of fun! Especially listening to the awful angsty Nordic pop music. *sniggers*

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

And I'm Off

Last post, I think, before I go.

*dances*

To all of my friends back in Melbourne, I say this. I'm damn well going to miss you! The Auto crew have been a family to me for years. And I doubt that I could get by a day without Eck, Leigh and the Boys. You guys are my core.

And Hobblings... Don't you worry. I'll be around. Promise.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

All Packed Up

Or very nearly, at least.

My huge bag is almost full, and I still have things on the line! Probably shouldn't have packed so many socks.

All I have to pack now are the random things, like cords and CDs and my camera, most of which will be going in my carry-on. I'm taking rather a few things that I really shouldn't:

  • My juggling balls.
  • A box of cards I got as a present.
  • My fountain pen.
  • My lucky dog collar.
  • Half my DVD collection.
  • My Blue Sun hat.
  • Too many socks.
  • A tube of Vegemite.
Ah well, I'm sure it'll all come in handy. Or perhaps I'll re-pack when I've got my things off the washing line. Either way, it's a fairly good start.

And I've just realised that this could be the last time I post from this computer! Sean is taking care of it. My preciousss...

Friday, March 03, 2006

Learning the Swedish

I got a Swedish CD from Reader's Feast today. It has a patronising American woman saying things like 'Are you ready to learn Swedish!?' in an insanely happy voice. I've put the lessons on my iPod for the purposes of mobile learning. Some of it is really fast and complicated, but I'm sure I'll learn something on my disgustingly long plane flights.

I've also been getting all creative lately. I was up at 3am with a bit of poetry stuck in my head that I had to write down, and was assailed by a particularly good idea for a novel on the tram yesterday morning. I messaged Erika with a few keywords to write down for me. It is actually a possibility, so I'm quite happy about that.

Also, I picked up my tickets and my backpack today! I'm almost ready to go, it seems. I'm looking forward to some frosty Swedish mornings instead of waking up sweaty and disgusting in this heat.

And I can tell that I'm going to look back on that and roll my eyes.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Max Brenner

I said goodbye to a good friend today. Alas, I shall no longer be able to visit my patron Saint, the glory that is Max Brenner. Still, I had the most delicious chocolate-covered waffles you've ever seen in your life, so I thought it was a pretty good bargain.

I've been indulging in things that I know will be difficult to get in Sweden. It has been a very wonderful three days of teriyaki chicken handrolls and the chicken jhalfrezy from the good curry place around the corner. Don't you just love engaging in a sensory delight? I know I do.

Also, I have had 'Sparks' by Coldplay stuck in my head all day. I figured out how to shuffle within playlists and albums on my iPod, and so was smug about that for an hour.

Just a practice for the overwhelming smugness that shall be the next seven months.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Radio Marathon

So, I just kept on going in the end. I had about four or five listeners that just kept on listening, and messaging, and even calling in a few times. The show was great, even though I was hung-over and was hungry and could really have used a few more bathroom breaks.

I had four or five large music folders that I could choose things from, and a couple of times I just picked random songs, or songs that I sort of knew but not really. It worked really well! The sms log went crazy (and thank god, it gave me something to talk about) and I had heaps of fun asking questions!

Ah, that was probably the best show I've ever done. It worked really well, and I had a great audience, and Hobblings played along too!

Of course, I'm never going to do four hours straight by myself ever again, but that's not the point of the story. The point is, I managed it. And I'm damn proud of myself for doing a good job and actually having a really good time while I did it!

...And I loved telling Hobbling stories on air.

"That is a HUGE DUCK!"