Lyrics- what you need

Through the cloudburst
Now the rain has gone
Sky is clearing
And i can see
Where we went so wrong

Empty silence
You were never there
In your own space
Now i can see
You didn't ever care

What you need
What you breathe
What you see
Leaves nothing to me

What yoyu need
What you breathe
What you see
Leaves nothing for me

Broken voices
Distant looks i gave
In your time
I had to guess
What was left to be saved

Empty faces
Now my eyes have closed
Final kisses
Now i can see
How i will never know

Our Pets

 

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY

6:00am - At last! I Go Pee! My favourite thing!
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - They're home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY


Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...

 

shoot me now...

Random phone calls

 

Random phone calls yesterday;

 

Unknown female - 12:00

'virgin active' guy - 15:00  (Are you a member of VA? um...yes, been for 2 years...)

Unknown male - 21:00

 

Today - random calls (and it is only 10.27 now):

 

2 x women....OOOPS - wrong number... sorry!

 

:-(

 

I am going to change my number and not tell anybody what my new one is!

I'm dating Harry Potter!

Ok, Clinton will definately kill me after publishing this...

But people, how often do you have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead?

couples

some couples' mutual interests include watching movies together, going out for dinner, gyming together...

Not Clinton and me, we collect pictures of people with mullets! And this

is quite a tricky thing..cos one (Ok, Clinton) has to sneak up on Mr mullet (and these are usually BUTCH guys) and snap a pic, without him noticing you!

Ha ha ha - I love him!

we all know I love signs

how random is this sign??

If you can't make it out, it says: " PLEASE KEEP THE TOILET AREA CLEAN FOR THE NEXT PERSON..." and the small print:

"NO ROLLS ON FLOOR. NO ROLLS ON FLOOR. NO"

Um..some psycho must have written this!! Interesting fact; this is the same place where we went to the snake park...do you remember those weird signs written on rocks?

I am starting to think there is something in the drinking water at Hartes!

take a guess

Guess where these pictures were?
at a club on ladies night? .....

....Mills & Boon convention?

....Teaze-hers?

Nope - at a family restaurant, in the bathroom! What is happening to the world out there? YIPES!!

team building - San plays adventure golf

analyzing the angle of the hole...wait for it..wait for it.....now for the follow through..look at the angle of my foot...perfect!
the water may LOOK pretty, but man it REEKED

That blue spec is Thabi... ;-)

yup - more spa day pics

don't judge us - some of these plates may be in YOUR Mamma's house too...
the chicken approaches
Clinton getting in touch with his inner farm boy
my camera obsessed LOML

Clinton fell asleep in almost all the treatments...he was snoring away in all the sessions where we were lying down, aaaw - I love him!

pix

I love giraffy's
mwah!
Our room (on the right)
Ok, at night, this does look like an abstract meerkat...don't ask
San getting in touch with her inner farm girrl

even more pics

It's me! with oily hair from the Indian head massage!
Clinton and me - talk about stealing the spotlight
LOML (love of my life)
mmmmmmm- picnic! This was the second picnic I had ever had

the Mickey Mouse hoodie strikes again!

more spa pics - Clinton was camera happy :-)

my outfit the entire day
this is where we had our hot stone therapy - pretty cool stuff!
bedroom - me dodging the camera

Everthing in the room was carpeted - the bathroom, and even the safe! Talk about going all out on the plush luxury look!

More spa pics

here for like to be more pics of our spa weekend @ Taragoa farm...sigh! Wish I was back there now!

driver's in Fourways

Ok, besides the fact that they are a$$holes..they actually use ancient (well, if you want to call High School ancient, some people are so old, that it does fall under ancient) anyway, they use ancient techniques of intimidation...

 

If you recall your first hockey match (or rugby match, to be politically correct) ....

You were petrified of these dudes and dudettes hurtling at you with balls, you would approach very slowly..and try come in at a very submissive angle.

The attackers / defence team would in contrast, pretend to come at you, just to try make you approach quicker

 

The same applies to driver's in Fourways...

If you are driving a bit slowly, and the gap is JUST small enough for them not to be able to drive in front of you...they use the scare tactic.

Pretending to move forward, trying to make you drive faster..

 

I, of course respond to this, by driving extra slowly...