My mum always tells some interesting stories from back when she was in her village in China. They're probably embellished a little for effect but they're still based on people she knew. That is the scary part.


Once there was a village woman who was about to give birth. She desperately wanted a son to please her husband. When the child was born, she was bitterly disappointed when the mid-wife told her the baby was a girl. So the next day, she left the little girl in her cradle and turned it over. She then went off to work in the fields. When she came home that night, the baby was dead.

A short while later, she was increasing again, hoping for a boy this time. Again, the mid-wife told her it was a baby girl. The next day, she turned the cradle over and went to work in the fields. When she got home that night, the baby was dead.

Not long after this, the woman was pregnant once again. When she learnt that the baby was a girl once more, she took the baby into her arms to put into the cradle. It was then she noticed how uncanny the resemblance was to the other baby girls she had so unmercifully left behind. Fearful that it was the same baby reincarnated, she brought the baby up as lovingly as if she were a son.

The next baby she bore was a son.

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Halfway through the holidays already... I don't want to go back to uni, yet I don't want to stay here either. *sigh*

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Jingle bells, Ethan smells,
Needs a nappy change!
Oh the smell is really bad
Depending on ur range! Hey!
Jingle bells, Ethan smells,
Everyone's gone away
To get away from all the stink
Oh ask Mum for a nappy change!

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As it says, guys :) Have a safe and happy one and a great new year. I shall see yas all soon! :D

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Lol I had to steal it... to see the original, click here.


Hi everybody! Hi Dr Nick!

Yeah anyway this is actually Michelle but Charlie can't think of anything to write and therefore I am writing for him. Muhahhaha! Now you suffer.

Yesterday I went to the beach and there was sand. Lots of it. Well duh! You think, it's a beach of course there's sand. You didn't need a partially completed uni degree to work that one out. But the special thing about the sand was that it was purple. Bright purple. Glowing, neon, radioactive purple.

So the whole point of this story is... there isn't one. I'm just trying to make you think... but not very hard :)

Thanks for listening!

PS: I'm sorry for Chelle's behaviour...shouldn't've gave her that last ice-cream...sorry again -_-;;

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A new girl at work has started calling me her "darl" and she's only 2 years older than I am.

If you are not over 60 or you don't look like you're over 60, you shouldn't call people (which you only just met) your "darl", "dear", "doll", "pet", etc.

Quite irritating.

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Last night I went out with some friends and I realised how out of touch we'd all been. We'd seen each other almost everyday for 6 yrs and then were bundled off to university or work or a different town for a change of scenery. And, even though we hadn't seen each other for a few months, all we'd chat about would be meaningless small talk. And the more drinks were downed, the more meaningless it became. So is this all it's meant to be, a collection of idle chit chat?

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The best way to stop people staring at you is to stare at them back.

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There is a horrible lack of pictures on this page.

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