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My floor shelf


Yes you did read that right, my floor shelf… Because I have a floor shelf. Not a book shelf a floor shelf, that I have since added to and need to pack in boxes (well 1 box).

When I moved here I had the daunting task of deciding what books to take with me and what ones to leave behind and collect later, well when we have our own place again.

Who knew packing books was a hard task, but luckily I will have my full collection back – as soon as I get a book shelf. So packing my books and she’s was easy this time, they all just fit in one box.

I felt like this post should be a sharing post about why I have surtain books :p

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Lets start with this one, its an autobiography written my Martha Long. I haven’t read it just yet, but I did buy it because I was drawn to the initial idea that someone had it harder than I did and still came out on top – books like these draw me in, we are all interested in other people’s lives and an autobiography is the best way to read about someone’s life.

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I am a few chapters into this book, so far so good. Its hard to read something written by such an amazing author who is stuck with the label “The author of the harry porter series” it isn’t really a bad thing, but it does sort of set the standard if you know what I mean. I am hoping this book is just as amazing, in its own non harry potter way.

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This is by far one of my favorite books, no matter what anyone says. I absolutely love this book and I can and do read it over and over again, plus I have also watched the movie. This book and the Scott westerfeild series ‘The midnighters’ will always be my favorites until I die…

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This book in particular was such a help to me, I insit you all go out and buy it and read it :p

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And mums you should read this one.

Ahhh William, your work is so… Just right there in that book

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These books are really helpful – yes is you haven’t already noticed or learnt, I am a sucker for self help books, because there should always be room for improvement in everyone’s life. No matter what form you seek it in.

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This is a cute little book filled with many different, interesting and crazy ways to show affection to loved ones.

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Just a few cool photos from the books, oh my wouldn’t you love your washing machine to be filled with flowers like that?

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This book helped me to be less afraid of things that were out of my control, and also to understand what real courage is and where fear comes from. I once herd a line in a movie (oh no here comes a cheesy movie quote) “Real courage isn’t knowing when to end someone’s life, its knowing when not too”

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I recently bought this and haven’t read it yet alone with these two books.

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I specifically bought withuring heights because a lot of people don’t like it… And its like they say, you can’t judge a book by its cover (although sometimes I buy books because I like the cover)

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I need the other books (there are many) in this series, if you know Anne rices’ writings, which you might be familiar with her if you have seen “Interview with a vampire” and “Queen of the damed.”

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I am a few chapters into this book, its by brother in laws book I’m pretty sure, he lent it to his mum and she said I could read it – thankfully I am not one of those book thiefs and it will safely return to hos bookshelf, or hers – who ever wants it first :p

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I have yet to read this book – so I guess um ‘Review pending’

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This book recently entered my collection, as you all know I am studying to eventually make it to the top and obtain my PH.D. in neuroscience, but it means that I have to go right back to the beginning and learn everything again from chem to biology and so on and so fourth. Thing is, people get the wrong idea when they meet someoen who didn’t finish school… Lets just clear something up if you don’t already know. I did not finish school due to being severely bullied… I am actually (well used to be once upon a time) a grade A+ student… Oh yes the girl is a smart one… Hard to believe right, ok… Stop joking around now.

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Do this is a book I have read before, and I will read it again to re-cap anything I have missed. It used to be my mothers. I find even if the information you learn is old and outdated, and may be disproven now, it is still really important when in the science field that you know what used to be, what isn’t and what is now until proven otherwise.

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Yes… A book about improving your vocabulary and using ‘big words’, why did I buy this book? Well going back to your life have room for improvement, this is one those books for improving your life… Well your vocabulary – problem is, I knew most of the words in this book, I just chose not to use them because I don’t want to sound up myself and better than by using these words… Besides everyone here thinks I am weird, have an accent and I grew up with my English family…

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My DVDS… Yes I love them all, I don’t mind of you don’t… The mummy was the first ‘horror’ I saw and all the others in the series I am a sucker for. I have always been obsessed with Egyptian things, and I used to be a belly dancer (before I had my kids and had c-sections for them both) I will probably return to it after I lose more weight (I am down to 65kgs now). My eldest sons name is also Egyptian.

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And this book… ‘Act like a lady, think like a man’. This book seriously helped me ditch male ‘friends’ that were clearly sticking around, waiting for my relationship to crumble… Too bad guys.
This is a book written by a man, about men but its for women – I think all women should get it, because men are sneaky, even when they do love us.

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And this is where they were all kept before I packed them in the box, my floor shelf – you were great while I had you, but I need to move on and upgrade now. Its been great!

Bitten by the study bug


I have just over a month and a half until I can enroll into my science course at RMIT. Wow – so much to study. So I have been trying to re-cap everything… Yes everything. The other week I was online with one of my curtain uni tutors and he was  re-teaching me algebra, in the middle of him teaching me it was time for me to go to the gym, so it was like….

8x – 5 = 6 to like grawrrrrrrrr benches 30kg (which by the way is amazing for a tiny 5 ft 2 beginer like me).

Yeah sorry I am a bit excited about may 1st (can’t you tell?) I have never been more excited for something in my whole life. With all the qualifications I do already have I think this one will be the cherry on top.

At this point in time I CANNOT doubt myself for a second, because at the end of the day I am not stupid and I Will get that P.H.D ;p Just watch me.

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The self confessed impecunious bibliomaniac within.


I guess you could say I am an impecunious bibliomaniac, yes an impecunious [im-peh-KYOO-nee-uhs] one, not because I am literally ‘poor’ per say, but because I really can’t afford to buy new books all the time, and sometimes I do anyway… even if I don’t get around to reading it until a year later and it becomes the next addition to my backlog of books to read.

Right now my book collection is in storage at my parents’ house until I move into my new home… and buy the amount of book cases I will need for them. But until then I have just been building a new collection until I can be re-united with my older collection.

When I go shopping for a new book, I have no idea what I am looking for, I really at the end of the day just buy whatever books seem interesting at the time, I don’t go for the ‘popular’ books because sometimes you can end up buying something that was not so flattering and along the erotic side of things, when really you just wanted to see what the hype was. The last ‘popular’ novel I bought was ‘The casual vacancy’ written by the one and only J.K Rowling, I still haven’t gotten around to reading this because I have so many other books to read first.

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I’ve decided I need to keep a book log, like the ones you get in the library, to show which books you have read and which ones you haven’t, I guess doing a book log is a great way to keep track and review all the books I’ve read. I guess like the website Goodreads. The problem I have with the popular site isn’t that I don’t like it, we all know how many people consider it their esprit de corps, it is that it does not like me… well not me, but my laptop and my phone. For some reason I have the worst luck when it comes to technology, my choices never seem to want to support the regular websites I usually go to.

I don’t want to sound like a mountebank here, but I think paper and pen will be my best option. I am constantly having to buy new writing books because they all serve different purposes. I have separate writing books for everything, from chemistry to theory’s and maths, I also have one specifically for the elements of the periodic table and all the elements properties.

I must stop speaking so magniloquently now, some of you might be getting confused. ;)

Passionate about Science


For a few months now I have had my head stuck in the science books as you may have read (if you are paying attention to the fine details) I am embarking on a huge journey to become a fully qualified Neuroscientist.

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It has been something that I have wanted to do for a long time, something that I love – there is nothing more cool than discovering something cool about the human brain and the way we make connections in life. How the brain works – how life works for that matter. It’s not just that, I have my own theory’s about the human brain – But of course we all know that you must have a qualification for people to listen to your crazy theory’s about the human brain (well all brains really). Its something that I would like to have behind me aswell – The fact that I love science means I know I can do this. Just because someone is ‘smart’ doesnt mean they can do something great aswell. I feel that you need to be passionate about what you are doing, such as, you reading might want to be a great writer but you are passionate about art – why not paint more and write less, or find some way you can join art into you’re writing? You could draw pictures for youre blog like this wonderful blogger Doodlemum.

I personally wouldn’t mind what science field I got into – Last night I was watching a BBC documentary ‘Wonders of the solar system’, I remember how much I love learning about astronomy, and biology, and physics and all the crazy theory’s and awesome science stuff. I have had to go back to basics and start learning chemistry though – I was never given the opportunity to attend any chem classes in school because I moved schools 3 times (weird crazy Adelaide school rules that you have to start chem in a particular grade to attend the classes in all the other years). I guess it doesn’t matter about that anymore because I am to start from the basics again and I love to learn.

One of my strengths I think would be being able to admit defeat when it comes to factual information, I would love to personally thank the inventor of google and the internet for giving people the ability to settle arguments with a simple google search. When I am wrong and I am proven wrong, I can happily admit it and be thankful for learning something new (some people don’t take being wrong as a good like I do) I am always open to learning something new – It is why I read self-help books, because there is nothing more satisfying to myself as learning something new, especially something to better myself and make my life great (learning something new about people in general that is NOT gossip is great). I want to be able to learn more, I want to be able to help others by sharing the information I learn – it is also another reason I write my blog (regardless who reads it), it gives me the opportunity to share what I know and whether people like a know it all or not, I enjoy being able to share the information I learn and I love being able to talk about science.

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You really only have to look at this to realise how amazing life is, and how important science is.

And this

Cartlidge cells from stem cells http://www.engin.umich.edu/college/about/news/
Cartlidge cells from stem cells http://www.engin.umich.edu/college/about/news/

And how these two things

egg and the spermCreate this

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And eventually create a human being or an animal. How amazing is that?

At the end of the day, these things show exactly why I want to be a scientist, the small and the big things in life that are still waiting to be discovered – and I would like to start with the human brain, I would like to learn how it works, how to reach my own full potential, how I can help make other people’s brains function better.

I don’t know the meaning of life – But what I do know is the meaning of ‘What do you want to do with your life.’

I want to be a Scientist, and who knows – Maybe one day I will discover something great.

 

Rubys Notes – Chapter 1 part 1 edited


For those of you who are wondering, I posted my first draft copy, of my first chapter, of my first novel and for the first time. That is a lot of firsts. http://allworldissues.com/2012/12/05/rubys-notes-chapter-1-draft-thoughts/

I asked people for constructive criticism (yes good and bad) one thing you need to realize if you want to publish your work – you need to seek the criticism, and face the music – otherwise how are you going to improve and make it better?

Last night I spent a bit of time editing it (old school paper and pen style)

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here is some of the edited copy – And for those who are wondering ALL my work IS in fact Copyrighted. So don’t be thieving ;)

Being a school teacher wasn’t all it had cracked up to be. Sure there were a few perks, seeing the smiles on those children’s faces every time I entered the room, just as easily they smiled when it was time to pack their bags and go home, teaching them all about how the world works… How much they actually listen to is a different story. My name is Ruby, Ruby Kensington but you can call me Miss K.

I’m not married, I don’t even have a boyfriend, I don’t have children of my own and I don’t have any friends. No I am not a weirdo or maybe I am. You can decide that for yourself. I’m going to tell you a story about how I ended up in the position I am in.

June 28th 8:40pm. 1993

It was the 90’s and I was fresh out of law school, already I had already received my first job offer. I was desperate, so I went for it not knowing quite what I was getting myself into. We had arranged to meet at 9am the next day to discuss what the job involves, the only problem was that I did not know who I was meeting or why. I had received the phone call out of the blue, and the person I had spoken to did not go into any detail about the job, they just gave me a time and the address of where I would be meeting my ‘potential employer.’ When you are a lawyer, you don’t think too much about those types of phone calls – although I would have preferred to pick the location myself.

That night I had a group date with my best friends Chloe and Sandra.

They had been my friends since we were in law school. Chloe had long blond hair with colors running through it, pinks, purples, blues and oranges. She was short, maybe 5’2 and she was very socially awkward. When Chloe was younger she really wanted to be a hairdresser, but her mum forced her into attending law school. Chloe didn’t want to upset her mother, so, she used her talents with hair as a side business as a way to make some extra cash. Now Sandra on the other hand was the complete opposite. Sandra was a girl of status in the law industry – as her dad was a lawyer. She was tall with luscious tanned legs that go for miles. Sandra had dark hair and dark eyes, with a European look to her plus she was really skinny and everything about her screamed sexy. Sandra always had all the guys pining over her like little puppies, even though she turned them all down.

As the night progressed I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. You know the type of feeling you get when you think there is someone who just won’t stop staring at you? The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and cold shivers run down your spine, as if someone had ‘just walked over your grave’ as they say. That’s the feeling I had now, so I decided to call it a night with my friends and walk home.

As I was walking I started to feel dizzy, queasy even… did I really drink that much? A few minutes passed by and I couldn’t bring myself to walk any further. I hailed the first cab I saw and jumped in. My house was about a 10 minute walk away from our favorite hangout but I just couldn’t bear to walk any longer. The taxi drive made me feel worse. I wasn’t even sure if I was even in a taxi anymore and I just passed out.

Rubys notes chapter 1 draft – thoughts?


This is indeed the draft copy to chapter one… Needs lots of work – things to add aswell, I wrote this along time ago and thought it was about time to get some critique good and bad. Sorry about the awkward paragraphing, I did this on my phone.
P.s I am aware of the grammatical errors. This is just a rough draft and does need work.

June 28th 8:40pm. 1993

It was the 90’s and I was fresh out of law school and I had already got my first job offer. I was desperate so I went for it not knowing quite what I was getting myself into. We had planned to meet at 9am the next day to discuss what the job offers the only problem was that I did not know who I was meeting and why.

That night I had a group date with my best friends Sandra and Chloe. They had been my friends since we were in law school. Sandra was a girl of status in the law industry as her dad was a lawyer, she was tall, tanned, had dark hair and dark eyes.

Sandra was really skinny and everything about her screamed sexy. She got all the guys even though she turned them all down.

Now Chloe on the other hand was the complete opposite. Chloe had long blond hair with colors running through it, pinks, purples, blues and oranges. She was short, maybe 5’2 and she was very socially awkward.
See when Chloe was younger she really wanted to be a hairdresser but her mum forced her into attending law school. Chloe didn’t want to upset her mother so she used her talents with hair as a side business as a way to make some extra cash.

As the night progressed I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. You know the type of feeling you get when you think there is someone who just won’t stop staring at you? The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and cold shivers run down your spine as if someone ‘had just walked over your grave’ as they say. That’s the feeling I had now, so I decided to call it a night with my friends and walk home.

As I was walking I started to feel dizzy, queasy even… did I really drink that much? A few minutes passed by and I couldn’t bring myself to walk any further. I hailed the first cab I saw and jumped in. My house was about a 10 minute walk away from our favorite hangout but I just couldn’t bear to walk any longer. The taxi drive made me feel worse. I wasn’t even sure if I was even in a taxi anymore and I just passed out.

June 29th 9:40am
Suddenly I woke up. I didn’t know where I was and my vision was as blurry as my memory was foggy.
My face was wet. I could tell it wasn’t sweat that had drenched my face and I soon discovered it was blood as I touched my forehead to find a deep wound gaping open inviting bacteria and disease into it.

“Where am I?” is all I could think as the pain from my wound radiated throughout my head.
I had a look around after my vision had come back to me. All I could see were photos of Sandra everywhere, Sandra in her car, Sandra in the court room and pretty much her whole life right in front of me.

Suddenly a swift not so delicate closed fist met with my face and believe me did it hurt. I didn’t see who was hitting me repeatedly. All I could hear was a recording in the background and it didn’t sound like anything I had ever heard before. It was a mixture between white noise and violence mixed with some classical and calming music – which didn’t make any sense given the situation that I had been put in.

“Where is she?” I heard in the background repeatedly, I recognised that voice but who was it? The voice got louder and louder and I started to get all my senses back and then I saw it.
I didn’t know exactly what it was; all I know is that it scared the hell out of me. This thing that had me locked in this room like a stalker turned murderous. By now I had my sense of smell back and the smell of this thing was not pretty at all. It smelt like I was lying in a cesspool filled with rotting carcases of animals and humans alike. I heard that voice again but this time it was screaming for its life.

I tried to stand up but this thing had me pinned to the ground with its tentacle’s. I felt my heart beating faster.

A person walked up to me “it’s alright let her go” a dark husky voice yelled and immediately I was let go. I stood up to take a better look around but before I could take a step I felt this burning sensation in my legs and I immediately dropped to the ground. I had fainted from the pain.

June 30th 3:07pm
This was the day that changed my life forever. It changed my identity and who I used to be.

I woke up in the hospital, nurses rushing around and kids running in and out of wards. Everyone kept calling me ruby. I didn’t remember my real name but only what had happened over the past couple days. I made note to not let anyone know what I had seen; even though I didn’t really know what I had seen.  When I woke up I was given a bag that was supposed to be mine containing my belongings… but I didn’t recognise any of them. 

The bag contained a birth certificate to a woman named Ruby Kensington, a fresh out of teacher college degree in a folder filled with resumes, a keychain with a key attached to a note, what looked like car keys and a purse with a photo ID with my picture and the name Ruby Kensington.

As soon as the nurse’s left me alone all I could think about was the note that was attached to the keys. Without hesitation I reached into the bag, just as a child would dig through its party bag full of treats, eager to locate the best piece of candy and eat it in one huge bite without hesitation. I quickly located what I was looking for, that note… the one that has been haunting my every thought for the past hour. ‘Should I really be so hesitant to read this note?’ I thought to myself.
All I knew was that I was apparently Ruby and that this note belongs to me. I procrastinated for a little, avoiding the inevitable by looking over my newly acquired qualifications and identity “Who are you Ruby?” I thought to myself while closely examining my license. “Do I even know how to drive?” I thought but quickly made the decision that I would know soon enough.

After closely examining all the belongings in my bag over and over again I decided it was time… The dreaded note, I sighed. Why was it so hard to just open this small piece of paper and read however many words are on it? I didn’t know.
Finally without a thought I just opened it, swiftly as is I was ripping a band aid off my arm, I closed my eyes for a minute just to take a breath and then I opened them again. I began to read. The note read ‘all the answers you seek are at the house.’ But what could that mean? What house? Frustrated I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it across the room “Score!” I shouted as it had landed in the bin. Fed up with all the unanswered questions I decided to have a shower as I suddenly felt dirty.

I managed to get a nap in after my shower before I was woken up so abruptly by the nurse. “Ma’am is everything alright?” The nurse said to me. “Yes, sorry you just startled me” I quickly replied. For some reason the nurse looked very familiar to me, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Even the smell that consumed the room in her presence was familiar but then again I didn’t even know who I was so how could I know this stranger? She was just a nurse… right?
“Everything seems to be alright, you can go home now” The nurse said interrupting my train of thought. “Oh thank you” I replied, the nurse left the room and I collected my belonging and discharge papers.

After I was discharged I walked out into the parking lot to try and find this mysterious car that I had never seen in my life. But there was no car here. I looked around and there was a payphone and surely this purse I was carrying would contain some money to make a call.
I slowly walked up to the payphone as I was still a bit lethargic from being stuck in that hospital. The payphone from a far looked pretty clean but as I approached it I was learning my lesson. Nothing is ever what it seems… The smell of the payphone varied between dead animal and urine, it definitely was not pleasant and I did not picture my day to go like this.
“Why me?” is really all I could think right about now while coming to the realization that yes, there was a payphone here and yes I did have some change to make a call but I don’t know who to call or where to go. I was suddenly lost in my thoughts, I mean if anybody saw me right now they would probably think I was crazy, just standing here consumed by my own wandering mind but there was a sound in the back of my mind that just wouldn’t go away. Then it dawned on me and quickly I snapped out of it.

The sound in the back of my mind was actually the constant ring of this payphone “how long had I been standing there consumed in my thoughts and why is this phone ringing?” thinking to myself, I just stood there – staring at this phone and its constant ring “Why is it still ringing?” I thought, hesitant I decided to answer it.
“Hel…” I started to say by was quickly cut off “Go home Ruby.” The stranger said, the voice was so muffled I couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman who had just told me, well, Ruby to go home. “But I…” I proceeded to reply but by that time the person on the phone had already hung up.
I quickly moved away from the pay phone as I just could not stand the smell anymore it was horrid. I decided pacing the car park again would be the best idea for me right now; surely I look like a crazy woman now – answering random pay phone calls and constant pacing of this deserted car park. 
I am not sure how much time I had just wasted trying to figure out how I was going to make my way to my ‘so called home’ but man did it feel like forever. ‘Maybe this is what it feels like to be alone, who am I kidding, I am alone and in a car park and why am I in a car park… ugh maybe I should try and hitch hike… wait does that even work these days… shit what is the date?’ thoughts were racing through my head, one after another and by this point I was just confusing myself so I decided to just sit down and take a breath.

Just as I sat down and made myself comfortable a car pulled into the car park.  The car was black; the sun light reflected off it and stung my eyes. When the black car pulled up in front of me it my imagination run wild. I began to imagine I was secretly a spy in an action movie about to embark on a dangerous mission. The car door opened and I jumped in without thinking. The doors locked behind me and I snapped out of it.
Suddenly all I saw was the inside of a boring black car. “How could I have let my imagination get the better of my judgement?” I wondered. The car started to move and immediately I started to panic, “where are we going” I thought as flashes of memories began to cloud my vision, I couldn’t see the driver but they could obviously see me. A hand appeared out of a little slot in the tinted glass that was shadowing the driver. The hand held a paper bag and a note was stuck to it “again with the notes?” I thought to myself. I had decided to just go ahead and read it straight away, what did I have to lose? I was already in a strange car, received a strange phone call and had woken up in a strange hospital with a strangely familiar nurse. So what did I have to lose on another piece of paper?

‘Don’t panic you’re safe now’

More paper please.


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It’s been a while since I have written more for my novel. The break is much needed – but it wasn’t intentional.

I’ve only had my laptop 11 months now, and about 4 months ago, my toddler destroyed it – he pulled off majority of the keys, somehow deactivated the little touchy mouse pad thing and about a week later the charging doc stoped working.

Now ofcourse I backed up my work – I’ve printed out the chapters and there should be a copy on dads computer, and a USB somewhere.

What bothers me about the situation us not having a computer in general – I would like to get a new laptop, but splurging on a new laptop would be a horrible stab to my bank account – which I can not afford at all.

I was hoping to get atleast half of my novel written by the end of the year, but now it looks like I am going to have to extend that until middle of next year – maybe.

The problem is, having no computer really sucks – if you are wondering – I write all my blog posts on my phone (which would explain the spelling and grammar errors you may come across.)

Sure – I could use my dads computer, but I cant read the screen properly, my eyes have gotten worse since I have had my glasses (6 months) – I get head aches now and my eyes hurt – so its too painful to sit and write at my dads computer with his obscene computer screen.

I would write it all on paper, but I don’t have enough and have no time to buy more at the moment.

So I guess I am thankful for this break.

Question: How do you feel with where you are at, personally with your writing?

Eg: emotions and thoughts on it.

3D Ultrasound, Award post and so and so with a bit of such and such


Last night I logged on to find that I had been nominated for of the same awards. So I would just like to take some time to thank these people before I continue.

Firstly http://radaronelson.wordpress.com/ for their blog Seasons Of Insanity

You always have the most interesting posts to read and I never get bored when I read them. Although I must say I am sorry for never showing you that I have read them. Much like my presence in real life at the moment, the appreciation I should show for my friends gets left in bed when I wake up because my mind gets clouded with lots of other thoughts. My favourite post you have written recently is this one http://radaronelson.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/psycho-chick-magnet/

It’s just a tad naughty ;) and I must admit I like the naughty posts (giggle)

Secondly http://mittenskittens.wordpress.com/ For their blog Mittens Blog Stop

Every time I visit your blog to see something new, I see something extravagant and well written, exciting and enjoyable to read. I am always waiting to see the next post to come up. My favourite post you have written recently is http://mittenskittens.wordpress.com/2012/10/13/i-wasnt-neurotic-enough-before/ not only because it is well written, but because it is written in a sense that it can relate to almost everyone using wordpress. I think that is a wonderful thing being able to relate to your readers.

“When someone likes 8 of your posts in 20 seconds, are they the fastest readers in the world, or did they line up all the posts in individual tabs, read them all, then go back and click like like like? …Or are they just faking it in the hopes you’ll come check their blog out? Hmm. This happened to me once. Yeah man, I knew what you were up to! I win! The prize is the honour of being neurotic.”

This bit is my favourite because it happens so often. I think it might be because they read it in individual tabs and I just hope it isn’t because they would like to get noticed by spamming our inboxes with many ‘likes.’

So with that I must move on to all the different questions I should answer.

Mittens has asked me these questions

  1. Does Spongebob Square pants creep you out a little bit now you’re older?

HAHA YES!
2. What is your favourite kind of big cat?

Snow Leopard
3. What’s your personal favourite post on your blog?

Oh well that would easily be http://allworldissues.com/2012/09/05/my-personal-struggle-as-a-self-proclaimed-writer/
4. Who do you wish would make a wordpress account and follow you?

Katy Perry, because I think she would have some pretty unique things to write about.
5. What’s your dream job and nightmare job?

My dream job was being a mother (which I have now) and my nightmare job is working as a poop cleaner
6. What is your favourite kind of tea?

Twinning’s Lemon scented Black Tea
7. What is your biggest achievement (in your eyes)?

Writing the first couple of chapters of my novel
8. How many blogs do you run? Or just one?

Just 1
9. Favourite band or singer or song?

That’s a hard one ill skip this one
10. Would you rather be a part of the Brady Bunch or the Addams Family?

Addams Family

Now time for Seasons questions

1. Your favourite colour – Blue

2. Your favourite animal – Tiger

3. Your favourite non-alcoholic drink – Coffee

4. Facebook or Twitter – Facebook :/ Unfortunately

5. Your favourite pattern – I agree with Seasons here, the pattern 8 J

6. Do you prefer getting or giving presents? – Giving, always

7. Your favourite number? – Agreed 69 ;P

8. Your favourite day of the week? – I don’t have a favourite

9. Your favourite flower? – Lotus

10. What is your passion? – Writing, music, art and being a mum

 

Now that I have answered all those questions and you know a little more about me time for my nominees

http://promethios.wordpress.com/

http://blavamac.wordpress.com/

http://cherylmoore.wordpress.com/

http://37prime.wordpress.com/

http://writersclubkl.wordpress.com/

http://onceamonth4ladies.com/

So far

I can’t think of my own questions, so feel free to answer any of the ones I answered.

 

 

Now time for my Normal post –

This week has been hectic, I have realized a lot in this week about the way I react to a particular person and things this person has said. I still think about how manipulated I was for ages, sometimes I think that maybe I deserved it, but then I remember I am only human and the other person is only human too… so who can blame them for wanting things to go their way all the time and stopping at nothing to get it… all I can say now is sorry mate but you lucked out this time, but good luck next time right?

 

I recently took my son to the swimming centre, it took a little bit of time to get him used to the water again – as he hadn’t been in the water in so long – But I will just have to take him more often now to get him excited about swimming.

I also haven’t written about my 3D ultrasound yet, I was going to write about it, but the father forgot that I was even having the ultrasound done that day, so I got angry and refused to post the pictures and write a post until he remembered, and just as I suspected I had to mention it while I was angry to get him to remember… but at the time it was the perfect conversation changer. Sometimes I don’t understand how someone can forget something so important.

So here are some pictures

 

I have also been spending a lot of time with a really good friend lately, and we have been boarder line obsessing over our star signs and reading them every day then discussing some different interpretations of that particular text. I would like to share my Aires one today

“Life gets intense today. Your passionate nature is right at the surface of your consciousness. You’re attracted to potent people and deeply intimate encounters. You’re like a child playing with matches — drawn to the flame, though you’ve been warned about what will happen if you get too close! It’s good to delve into your own inner power, but try not to create dramatic situations purely for their own sake.”

Also check out my mums blog Marbox – Healthy, Wealthy and Wise

 

 

Notes to Ruby


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“Onward, to chapter 3″ I shout as I lead my group towards victory against the infamous town of chapter 3. My trusted friends Paper and Pen join me on my quest to the town of ‘End Story.’

Just a small update for everyone. While my partner eats his eggs, and my son plays with his toys, I sit here on my little Samsung Galaxy Tab thinking about chapter 3 of the Novel I am writing. So far chapter 1 was my hardest… As it took me about 6-8 months to actually get stuck into it and write, now I feel I might reach the end, sometimes that scares me… Sometimes when I think about it, I dont want to think of an ending… Not at all.

That is where I think about a book 2, maybe… If once I am done, get it proofread, then go visit an editor and try my luck with a million different publishers, and maybe if I am lucky and I get published. Then I might try for a second book, but I doubt if I even get my first one published, that I will be anything other than a one book wonder… If that at all.

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Here is a plant from my backyard.

Don’t sweat the small stuff for mums


So as mentioned in my previous post ‘Why? Because I am a mum I am currently reading Dont sweat the small stuff for mums: Simple ways to stress less and enjoy your family more, written by Kristine Carlson.

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I havent read much more since that post earlier today, but I did say that I was going to write some more about it. So where do I start? I took a few photos of some chapter titles to help with this particular post. So here we go.

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It is true, I have been in many situations where I have been looked down upon for my parenting, and I am sure that you (if you are a mum reading this) have been in this situation too. I would have to admit, there are some mums I know, that I would not see as ‘the perfect mother’ and some that I just do not see the ‘mothering quality’ at all… But as it explains in the book, just because your parenting style is different to that of your fellow mothers in crime, does not mean it is not working for them. Every child is different, every child needs to be taught different, every child has different energy and achedemic levels, and who knows your child best than you? So you adapt your parenting to suit each individual child.

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Being a mum is stressfull… Very stressfull… And we have our good days and our bad days, it is important that we ‘nourish our spirit’ as well as our over all mental health. What this means is it is ok to take time for yourself, have a breather, and dont feel guilty about it! Honestly who cares if your partner is nagging you because you want a 20 minute break – he can look after the kids for a bit. If you are a single mum Kristine suggests that you make a safe play area outside of your bedroom door so that if something happens you can still be there. We need time out of each day to regain our composure and our energy, otherwise we are usless and cranky. And nobody wants that.

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I don’t need to go into detail with this one, all I will say is Kristine suggests you warn those around you that you are having an off day and not to take your mood to heart.

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This particular one is mentioned in one of the other ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’ books in the series, and I think this one in particular applys to everyone. The act of breathing before you speak is simple: when someone says something to you take a breath before you respond – this not only allows the other person to see that you are listening to them, it gives you time to think clearly about what you are going to say back to them. How annoying is it when you are speaking to someone and they cut you off mid sentence because they are so eager to be center of attention? I have had this many times, and find I cannot get a word in, then I notice myself doing it back to them… Which makes it worse. So try breathing before you speak, you might find the person you are talking to starts to do the same.

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My personal addition… Sit down and sip on a drink you really enjoy, read a book or reflect on your day, write a personal diary entry about your day, week or year. Reflect a bit, maybe write a post for your blog reflecting your time on wordpress. I would like to take the time to reflect on my post I posted earlyer today where I screen shot my progess so far.

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I had this many views and now I would like to just sit here be happy for a moment about this

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Taken a few hours later, I really do appreciate everyone who has been stopping by to have a read of my posts and leave a friendly comment. Thank you again for all the support!