Happiness is all linked to a bowl of porridge. No, don't look at me like that. it is. I assure you.
On the day of yester, I got up and bustled sleepily around the kitchen to make myself of 1 minute and ten seconds porridge. Unfortunately, I used water instead of milk and coincidently had to force the funny-tasting glue substance down my throat.
Now, my day was not marred by the porridge incident but I was annoyed for a few seconds there.
This morning, I was very careful to pour not water but MILK into the bowl of oats. Yum! The porridge was consequently very tasty and I was happy.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Er... Fame?
I am quite used to being practically the only one who came on my blog (haha, I could tell my dearest secrets to this blog and no one would know!!!) and now, quite suddenly, Woodmonsta's are climbing aboard my ship of self-discovery! (For those who don't know woodmonstas they are adolecent beings from a place named the Fields of Fair.)
I am quite pleased about it... very pleased. As the title suggests, it may almost be - fame, I suppose. I was downloading my emails and it took three minutes for the eight comments on my various blogs to come through! I laughed at that.
So, although it may be a small bout of fame, I shall enjoy it while it lasts... I shall also enjoy my aquaitance with the adolecents from the Fields of Fair.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
I am quite pleased about it... very pleased. As the title suggests, it may almost be - fame, I suppose. I was downloading my emails and it took three minutes for the eight comments on my various blogs to come through! I laughed at that.
So, although it may be a small bout of fame, I shall enjoy it while it lasts... I shall also enjoy my aquaitance with the adolecents from the Fields of Fair.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Monday, 5 October 2009
Forget Miniclip!!!
Okay, maybe not forget miniclip, but I have decided it is not as good as Nitrome. Miniclip doesn't have as many multiplayer games... but then it doesn't have club penguin either.
Hmmmmm...
I'm sorry to the people who have actaully bothered to look at my blog even regularly. I hardly ever post. I should get around to doing more posts sometime. However, Writer's Cafe is much more important.
Oh, that is a very, very sad story, I shall you about it.
Writer's Window unfortunately was shut down because it was sold off to some rotten people who decided not to maintenance it. Huh??? Where is the point in buying something and not doing anything about it???Anway, they did do a bit of cleaning up and so on, but didn't run the competitions or proof and submit any of the writing us poor writers wrote. Soon, Writer's Window had only a few people coming on and doing writing. Then, the site seemed to have become a graveyard, with practically no communication with any other WW writer. Then, someone found the Discussion Board worked! All writers rejoiced and we talked about writing. We made RPG's (Role-Playing Games) and had a whale of a time.
Then, the people ditched Writer's Window for good. They closed the site! If you clicked on the Writer's Window link you were sent to English Unitecnology's homepage. And Writer's Window was wiped from my mind.
However...
on Writer's Window, many people were saying that Writer's cafe was a good place to do Writer's Window sort of stuff. So I checked it out and... volia! I am, once more, a writer!!!
Thank you for listening.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Hmmmmm...
I'm sorry to the people who have actaully bothered to look at my blog even regularly. I hardly ever post. I should get around to doing more posts sometime. However, Writer's Cafe is much more important.
Oh, that is a very, very sad story, I shall you about it.
Writer's Window unfortunately was shut down because it was sold off to some rotten people who decided not to maintenance it. Huh??? Where is the point in buying something and not doing anything about it???Anway, they did do a bit of cleaning up and so on, but didn't run the competitions or proof and submit any of the writing us poor writers wrote. Soon, Writer's Window had only a few people coming on and doing writing. Then, the site seemed to have become a graveyard, with practically no communication with any other WW writer. Then, someone found the Discussion Board worked! All writers rejoiced and we talked about writing. We made RPG's (Role-Playing Games) and had a whale of a time.
Then, the people ditched Writer's Window for good. They closed the site! If you clicked on the Writer's Window link you were sent to English Unitecnology's homepage. And Writer's Window was wiped from my mind.
However...
on Writer's Window, many people were saying that Writer's cafe was a good place to do Writer's Window sort of stuff. So I checked it out and... volia! I am, once more, a writer!!!
Thank you for listening.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Miniclip Junkie
As it has been pointed out, I am world famous. How did this hgappen? Really, as a miniclip junkie, I shouldn't find anything else to do. But when my parents realized that my hour of computer time was wasted playing snow drift, they limited it to half an hour of game-time. What rotten luck! And I'm on level 18 of twenty. Dang.
What really puzzles me is that my life is very normal. Apart from one new and surprisingly sad factor...
TWILIGHT! My friend is aboslutely devastated I fell into the whrill-pool of the books, but with one left to go, you can imagine how excited I am to be nearly finished, and yet I may be very down because I don't want it to end. Happily ever after, like what Dreamyhuntey said.
And the fact is, writing about it doesn't make anything better.
And I think Jacob Black is cooler than Edward Cullen.
NO OFFENCE! I just truly think that Werewolf is better than vampire.
Bye.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
What really puzzles me is that my life is very normal. Apart from one new and surprisingly sad factor...
TWILIGHT! My friend is aboslutely devastated I fell into the whrill-pool of the books, but with one left to go, you can imagine how excited I am to be nearly finished, and yet I may be very down because I don't want it to end. Happily ever after, like what Dreamyhuntey said.
And the fact is, writing about it doesn't make anything better.
And I think Jacob Black is cooler than Edward Cullen.
NO OFFENCE! I just truly think that Werewolf is better than vampire.
Bye.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Thursday, 22 January 2009
High School Musical
I do know that HSM is a weird thing to write about, but at the moment I am escaping the sitting room which has been unpleasantly turned upside-down by HSM 2's rambling.
We watched No. 1 today, and after that, No. 2, and that is all because we're off to watch No. 3 at the theatres. How freaky is it that my little sister, after watching HSM 1, 2 and 3, is suddenly a minniture model of Sharpay (the blonde greazer)? She struts in her pink, making sure everythig is in her favourite colour, pretends to be the queen and acts like we're all her servants. But, she is still my sister, and I still love her. And our bedroom is the best place for her to go when she has been a naughty little monkey.
Ok, now she's singing that solo(ish) song Gabby(rella) sings. How cheesy. It's the worst one of all, no. 2.
By the way, Happy new year.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
We watched No. 1 today, and after that, No. 2, and that is all because we're off to watch No. 3 at the theatres. How freaky is it that my little sister, after watching HSM 1, 2 and 3, is suddenly a minniture model of Sharpay (the blonde greazer)? She struts in her pink, making sure everythig is in her favourite colour, pretends to be the queen and acts like we're all her servants. But, she is still my sister, and I still love her. And our bedroom is the best place for her to go when she has been a naughty little monkey.
Ok, now she's singing that solo(ish) song Gabby(rella) sings. How cheesy. It's the worst one of all, no. 2.
By the way, Happy new year.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Little Miss Sunshine
Little Miss Sunshine... the name doesn't exactly sum up the movie, but it still suits it really well. And, believe it or not, I love it.
Olive is a seven-year-old girl, who lives with her broken family - a father who is trying to sell a motivation programme (with no success), a Grandpa as rude and grungy as they can get (he 'snorts' drugs), a brother who won't speak until he is accepted into an Air Force (he is rather emo), a Uncle who has tried to commit suicide (he's piecing himself back together), and a Mother trying to hold her life together.
Olive entered into her State (it's american) Little Miss Sunshine Beauty Paegent, and came second, but then won by defult. They drive off to California for the finals.
Of Course, everything goes wrong. They are only just accepted, and then, the family finds that her routine (which was coreographed by Grandpa) is a huge shambles. But by the end of the fiasco, nearly everyone is happy.
To spoil it, I have to tell you - They become bankrupt, Grandpa dies, and the brother is found to be colour-blind (you have to have perfect vision to become a pilot).
That is my favourite bit. They have just come from smuggling the body of Grandpa back into the car, and are quietly dealing with their grief. Olive is testing her brother on his sight. She shows him a series of red and green dots - a green 'A' in a red background.
He doesn't see anything. The suicidal Uncle says "Can you see anything?"
The brother shakes his head.
Both Olive and her Uncle try to get him to see it, but with no success. Then, the brother writes on a notebook (he uses that instead of taking) "What?". Then, the Uncle says
"I think your colour-blind. You can't become a pilot if you are."
Blank looks, scared looks, angry and upset looks follow. They pull over (mainly to stop the Brother breaking the bus apart) and he stumbles out, onto the dry grass and screams "****!"
Ahh, nine months of silence. We wondered when it would break.
That made me cry. And Grandpa dying. Please, go to the DVD rentals and issue Little Miss Sunshine. It's amazing. You'll laugh, maybe cry, and feel so stunned at the end. WOW.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Olive is a seven-year-old girl, who lives with her broken family - a father who is trying to sell a motivation programme (with no success), a Grandpa as rude and grungy as they can get (he 'snorts' drugs), a brother who won't speak until he is accepted into an Air Force (he is rather emo), a Uncle who has tried to commit suicide (he's piecing himself back together), and a Mother trying to hold her life together.
Olive entered into her State (it's american) Little Miss Sunshine Beauty Paegent, and came second, but then won by defult. They drive off to California for the finals.
Of Course, everything goes wrong. They are only just accepted, and then, the family finds that her routine (which was coreographed by Grandpa) is a huge shambles. But by the end of the fiasco, nearly everyone is happy.
To spoil it, I have to tell you - They become bankrupt, Grandpa dies, and the brother is found to be colour-blind (you have to have perfect vision to become a pilot).
That is my favourite bit. They have just come from smuggling the body of Grandpa back into the car, and are quietly dealing with their grief. Olive is testing her brother on his sight. She shows him a series of red and green dots - a green 'A' in a red background.
He doesn't see anything. The suicidal Uncle says "Can you see anything?"
The brother shakes his head.
Both Olive and her Uncle try to get him to see it, but with no success. Then, the brother writes on a notebook (he uses that instead of taking) "What?". Then, the Uncle says
"I think your colour-blind. You can't become a pilot if you are."
Blank looks, scared looks, angry and upset looks follow. They pull over (mainly to stop the Brother breaking the bus apart) and he stumbles out, onto the dry grass and screams "****!"
Ahh, nine months of silence. We wondered when it would break.
That made me cry. And Grandpa dying. Please, go to the DVD rentals and issue Little Miss Sunshine. It's amazing. You'll laugh, maybe cry, and feel so stunned at the end. WOW.
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
CAMPING!
Three days without a computer... two beaches and a great TV lounge... a purple tent, made for one person, three people crammed in... friends tagging along... awesome!
The camp at Port Waikato was far from luxury. Mum and Izzy were taken by Tui and her son, I was taken my Jane and her daughter. We all zoomed along (losing a hubcap and having to ask for directions on the way) the country-side roads, until we reached Port Waikato holiday camping place thingy.
Then, the days passed with fun, relaxation and a real holiday.
The TV lounge had SKY, can you believe it!?!?!
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
The camp at Port Waikato was far from luxury. Mum and Izzy were taken by Tui and her son, I was taken my Jane and her daughter. We all zoomed along (losing a hubcap and having to ask for directions on the way) the country-side roads, until we reached Port Waikato holiday camping place thingy.
Then, the days passed with fun, relaxation and a real holiday.
The TV lounge had SKY, can you believe it!?!?!
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
Monday, 12 January 2009
Camping
Weehee, who doesn't love to camp??? That picture that is now my picture - it's a picture of me, taken ten minutes ago, and at 1 we will be zooming off to somewhere else!
(Hi Uncle E!!!)
Other stuff:
Sorry I haven't written on here lately. When people don't respond, there really isn't any point to write here. But then, this can be a tiny bit like a diary.
Who remembers astro-wars??? Modern Kids won't, but my mum fished it out, and now we have a very old-fashioned play-station-ish game that only plays one game.
Duh-DAH-du-du-du-DAH!!!
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
(Hi Uncle E!!!)
Other stuff:
Sorry I haven't written on here lately. When people don't respond, there really isn't any point to write here. But then, this can be a tiny bit like a diary.
Who remembers astro-wars??? Modern Kids won't, but my mum fished it out, and now we have a very old-fashioned play-station-ish game that only plays one game.
Duh-DAH-du-du-du-DAH!!!
Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee
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