tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82293649943424808662024-02-19T04:10:35.708-08:00Not What it SeemsEnigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-45583311248171558842010-03-20T03:02:00.000-07:002010-09-09T23:34:19.621-07:00My life<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuEf1SUnR18&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuEf1SUnR18&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>
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<br />This is my life
<br />Its not what it was before
<br />All these feelings I,ve shared
<br />And these are my dreams
<br />That I,d never lived before
<br />Somebody shake me
<br />Cause I, I must be sleeping
<br />
<br />Now that we're here,
<br />It's so far away
<br />All the struggle we thought was in vain
<br />All the mistakes,
<br />One life contained
<br />They all finally start to go away
<br />Now that we're here its so far away
<br />And I feel like I can face the day
<br />I can forgive and I,m not ashamed to be the person that I am today
<br />
<br />These are my words
<br />That I've never said before
<br />I think I'm doing ok
<br />And this is the smile
<br />That I've never shown before
<br />
<br />Somebody shake me
<br />Cause I, I must be sleeping
<br />
<br />I'm so afraid of waking
<br />Please don't shake me
<br />Afraid of waking
<br />Please don't shake meEnigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-84731715169638879582009-06-27T04:45:00.000-07:002009-06-27T04:47:11.640-07:00Forty Six & 2<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tja6_h4lT6A&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tja6_h4lT6A&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-10512616994197388662009-06-20T02:33:00.000-07:002009-06-20T02:40:57.658-07:00Addiction, Pain, Sorry?<object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVC1iBVnKJk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVC1iBVnKJk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I could...<br />Hold my head up high<br />It's been a while<br />Since I first saw you<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I could stand on my own two feet again<br /><br />And it's been a while<br />Since I could call you<br /><br />And everything I can remember<br />As fucked up as it all may seem<br />Consequences that I've rendered<br />Have stretched myself beyond my means<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I could say that I wasn't addicted<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I could say I loved myself as well and...<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I've gone and fucked things up<br />Just like I always do<br /><br />It's been a while<br />But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you<br /><br />And everything I can remember<br />As fucked up as it all may seem<br />Consequences that I've rendered<br />Gone and fucked things up again... again<br /><br />Why must I feel this way?<br />Just make this go away<br />Just one more peaceful day<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I could...<br />Look at myself straight<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I said I'm sorry<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I've seen the way candles light your face<br /><br />It's been a while<br />But I can still remember just the way you taste<br /><br />Everything I can remember<br />As fucked up as it all may seem<br />To me... I know this pain<br />Can I blame this on my father?<br />He did the best he could for me<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I could...<br />Hold my head up high<br /><br />It's been a while<br />Since I said I'm sorryEnigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-65396997049389558942009-05-22T22:59:00.000-07:002009-05-22T23:09:26.907-07:00Ode To EnigmaEvery one asks me how do I go on with my life<br />without finding my other pair of socks.<br /><br />Why don't I put some order in my wardrobe also?<br />And live (instead) sometimes in the shed<br />and sometimes in the garage<br /><br />But I know well how it endures, crazy door opener,<br />puppy love that runs for the unknown car<br /><br />Love that constantly barks,<br />comfort does not need a nail in the head (again)<br />and answers does not have knight of the Jedi, you<br /><br /><em>Chorus X 2 many</em><br />My Enigma, Enigma, was a WW2 machine<br />my suffering (torture) I fell in love with a box of cogs<br />My Enigma, Enigma, the Germans had it<br />(it seems) that I will never find a solution to this bloody code<br /><br />I say again, again<br />strange thing the room doesn't stop moving when you<br />drink too much<br />All things leave, go, pass, (like a) ship out of my bottom<br />(that) comes in the bay but does not stay in the hay,<br />no way, today<br /><br />But I know well how it can last,<br />crazy love of strange green<br />blobs<br />love that runs for the unknown potty<br /><br />Love that constantly asks, gets really annoying<br />comfort does not need this master of Jedi<br />and answers does not have younger ones confused<br />they are. Maybe<br /><br />Chorus X 4<br />Christs sake My Enigma, Enigma, it needs some oil<br />my suffering (torture) I fell in love with a squeaky box<br />My Enigma, Enigma, what's wrong now you bloody thing<br />(it seems) that I will never find a solution as my hand is<br />stuck<br /><br /><br />From KentlyEnigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-19752156005351753862009-04-01T04:56:00.000-07:002009-04-01T05:01:29.005-07:00Funny Red Sheet<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbT1otL7YQo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbT1otL7YQo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />I can’t stand to fly<br />I’m not that naive<br />I’m just out to find<br />The better part of me <br /><br />I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane<br />More than some pretty face beside a train<br />It’s not easy to be me<br /><br />I wish that I could cry<br />Fall upon my knees<br />Find a way to lie<br />'bout a home I’ll never see <br /><br />It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive<br />Even Heroes have the right to bleed<br />I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede<br />Even Heroes have the right to dream<br />It’s not easy to be me <br /><br />Up, up and away…away from me<br />Well it’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight<br />I’m not crazy…or anything… <br /><br />I can’t stand to fly<br />I’m not that naive<br />Men weren’t meant to ride<br />With clouds between their knees <br /><br />I’m only a man in a silly red sheet<br />Digging for kryptonite on this one way street<br />Only a man in a funny red sheet<br />Looking for special things inside of me <br />inside of me ...... inside of me ...(x2)<br /><br />I’m only a man in a funny red sheet<br />I’m only a man looking for a dream<br /><br /><br />I’m only a man in a funny red sheet<br /><br />It’s not easy ... wu.. hoo.. hoo..<br />It’s not easy to be me...Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-70060415583479291252009-01-08T05:17:00.000-08:002009-01-08T05:22:38.309-08:00Too Long I Have Wandered in Winter<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAIMbYSwSWg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAIMbYSwSWg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-26434296711047056712008-12-08T14:05:00.000-08:002008-12-08T14:13:28.968-08:00New Guy In TownHi Folks,<br /><br />A very dear (rather sexy) friend of mine has just launched his blog.<br /><br />He is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">professional</span> certified astrologer, so obviously its an astrology blog, but one with a twist , jam packed with useful information, and a rather <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">humorous</span> take on things.<br /><br />Check him out at <a href="http://www.astrologic.us/">http://www.astrologic.us</a><br /><br />And to all my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bestest</span> buddies, a merry Xmas and happy New Year to you.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-35887855116505991012008-11-11T01:43:00.001-08:002008-11-11T02:01:46.462-08:00re; overdue amount<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzwXoP21Pv6ISQsE6wQKbPeMnp95-T8nNiu555whZHOSuxePKNeGhp55vqFbtyhyphenhyphenSFEIK0qU28wblA0ShEKfSf0cUE2gwcNlZCs6Mdv_bRpTMZyIgqwnb6v9cD8RYpGxhLnogESUmZO0/s1600-h/overdue1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzwXoP21Pv6ISQsE6wQKbPeMnp95-T8nNiu555whZHOSuxePKNeGhp55vqFbtyhyphenhyphenSFEIK0qU28wblA0ShEKfSf0cUE2gwcNlZCs6Mdv_bRpTMZyIgqwnb6v9cD8RYpGxhLnogESUmZO0/s320/overdue1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267333531006845970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehO6lCyhS9YIQ07KReQQMfCJEaptMOc-z8cLEjokcW9aAVuF63cVBoOn7B4T-FzLMVTOZAga6mMXPK6DsNZePOZ2tIM0mA-Xu9w2NXO_ggXOYP2HcaVAcCMqS29RoEsZb01LSm2IfOrc/s1600-h/overdue2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehO6lCyhS9YIQ07KReQQMfCJEaptMOc-z8cLEjokcW9aAVuF63cVBoOn7B4T-FzLMVTOZAga6mMXPK6DsNZePOZ2tIM0mA-Xu9w2NXO_ggXOYP2HcaVAcCMqS29RoEsZb01LSm2IfOrc/s320/overdue2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267337898546053234" border="0" /></a>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-38748583954608837332008-09-27T20:43:00.001-07:002008-09-27T20:43:41.366-07:00Hi Guys, the last post is removed due to tecnical problems.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-51183952576386030232008-07-19T19:24:00.000-07:002008-07-19T19:25:47.344-07:00For The Romantics<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sonnets from the Portuguese, #43 </span><br />by Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (1850)<br /><br />How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.<br />I love thee to the depth and breadth and height<br />My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight<br />For the ends of being and ideal grace.<br />I love thee to the level of every day's<br />Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.<br />I love thee freely, as men strive for right.<br />I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.<br />I love thee with the passion put to use<br />In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.<br />I love thee with a love I seemed to lose<br />With my lost saints — I love with the breath,<br />Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,<br />I shall but love thee better after death.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-29864320132717866682008-06-28T15:57:00.000-07:002008-06-28T16:10:55.147-07:00Famous, or Maybe Infamous?I have had one of my more humorous <a href="http://enigma-notwhatitseems.blogspot.com/2008/01/conversations-with-mum.html">posts</a> published in a <a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/2625898">book</a> about Bloggers, along with a few other Notables, <a href="http://fallenscorpion.blogspot.com/">Scorpie</a>, <a href="http://needlessinput.blogspot.com/">Just A Girl</a>, to name a few.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And just to clear up a strengthening rumour -I am <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> an Australian man, pretending to be 3 other Australian men ,</span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://thedogsname.blogspot.com/"> </a><a href="http://fallenscorpion.blogspot.com/">Scorpie</a>, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://thedogsname.blogspot.com/">Indy</a>, <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://kissnblog.blogspot.com/">Wombat</a> ,who is pretending to be an Australian woman. (<span style="font-style: italic;">sorry Scorpie, I couldnt resist ,LOL)</span></span>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-45229655789017832862008-06-23T05:16:00.000-07:002008-06-26T16:55:16.251-07:00WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?It is a disease in society today, be nice, be kind, be patient, be spiritual.<br /><br />What the majority of people don't realize is ,that attitude often create the 'predator-prey" mentality.<br /><br />The violent regimes of this world regard it as weakness to be exploited.<br />We are all God, but not all of us are aware of that fact.<br /><br />What that creates is a climate where Messianic maniacs like Mugabe can decimate,rape, kill,plunder and destroy their own county and people , and we in the free world sit back and do nothing.<br /><br />We are so fearful of being seen as politically incorrect, that the basis premise of advanced life on this planet is forgotten.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">THE STRONG PROTECT THE WEAK<br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >In primitive cultures the strong attack the weak, the "predator-prey' syndrome.It is a sign of an advanced culture to protect those weaker than us, whether its people, animals, or our planet.</span><br /></span></span></strong><br />So we have the UN, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">who</span></span> tries in their misguided fashion to reason with a madmen and mad regimes.<br /><br />We have a situation in Burma, where we are begging and bargaining with corrupt generals to let us save their people.The generals are telling us they will let us save their people for 3 billion dollars.<br />What the fuck!@!!!They think we are stupid, and we actually are.<br /><br />But the generals are smart, they realize that after 4 weeks or so, the dying starving people will be old news, and forgotten to the general public,so they wont really have a problem.<br /><br />When will we realise that there is NO negotiating with despotic regimes?<br /><br />They regard negotiating as weak, and a ploy for getting what they want.<br /><br />Where the hell has common sense gone in this mad world?<br /><br />People talk about the evilness of America invading Iraq.<br /><br />The main problem was they weren't honest about it.<br /><br />What they should have said is 'We cant afford to have the main oil, and world power supply in the the hands of extremists, so we will doctor up some excuse of weapons of mass destruction to take it".<br /><br />This may seem like a very unpopular thing for me to say, but any one reading this, ask yourself, who would you want to be in charge of the worlds oil fields? And the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">associated</span></span></span> power that brought?<br /><br />American? Afghanistan, the Taliban ,Pakistan, the Mullahs ? Bin laden? I know who I would want.<br /><br />Because if America <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">didn't</span> do what it did, you can bet it in a few years it would have been a very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">different</span> world we now live in.<br /><br />Think about it.<br /><br />And mad dictators must be overthrown, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wether </span>we gain anything material from doing it or not.<br /><br />....And unless we in the west, start taking real action, not the endless talking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span></span></span>,dissembling, discussing, crap that we now see, many more millions will die, in Burma, Sierra Leonie, Afghanistan, Africa.<br /><br />We, in the western world, as a democratic powerful society, have a duty of care to protect these people, and to help them gain independance from repressive regimes.<br /><br />Until we do, their will never be world peace, and we can protest, think positive thoughts, study Zen ,do affirmations till the cows come home, but until strong, moral, responsible action is taken, regardless of public opinion, we are guilty of being the one good man that does nothing.<br /><br />This is OUR responsibility, OUR world, OUR people,OUR planet.<br /><br />And we can let popular opinion rule, or stop being sheep and stand up for what we believe is right, no matter the religion, race, gender or nationality.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-45027163551249639782008-04-13T18:33:00.000-07:002008-04-13T23:40:11.162-07:00Good-byeHi Folks,<br />I am back from my retreat and have decided to stop blogging, I,m not sure if its forever, or just for a while.<br /><br />The reason I started blogging, was due to certain problems with my partners film business, I had to leave what I had been doing for 15 years ( intuitive counseling)and put all my time and energy into changing the structure of the existing business, and also branching it into a new one.<br /><br />I have been working on this full time for about 2 years now, and it is now stable, and the new one is ready to roll.<br />I also had to drop my prison rehab programs, my Indian orphanage program, and various workshops and groups I used to run.<br /><br />This again isn't a whinge, just what had to be done.<br /><br />So I felt very lonely.The world of SFX, and the military, whilst very interesting, didn't really have a lot of "me" there..So I started reaching out to others through the Internet.<br />It was a medium for me to express the parts of me that weren't being expressed in my day to day life.<br /><br /> The 'others' I met are a diverse bunch of people who have stunned me with their awareness, kindness, intelligence, humour, spirituality and compassion ( yes, You Guys) who's loving support I have felt and treasured from across the miles that separate us, and I have also made some deep personal friends along the way.<br /><br />However the cyber world has been gradually taking over for a while now, and its time for me to withdraw from it and get back into what I need to do.<br /><br />To all my much, much loved blog buddies out there, email me if you feel like it, and I want to say thank you, I love all of you, and if I am ever in your part of the world, or you mine, lets meet up and "do lunch".<br /><br />I wish you all the very best this life has to offer,<br />Love EnigmaEnigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-23967039040102518142008-04-08T18:50:00.000-07:002008-04-09T20:54:50.578-07:00A Foxes Tail<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOLwGr3rJYFnBaIS2bWQ0YU1RVjTcgvhkjOqjEzDLQFDLRGwBZ_ZIe7OeACP5z5orr22sThgT52i4cJ4FXE2lQ1rnb0Hyi3EXv7caWL9hc1zQz9iXlMBrOJx1n9RO6hPQcZS8UoFHIBc/s1600-h/kitsune.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187057639145667138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOLwGr3rJYFnBaIS2bWQ0YU1RVjTcgvhkjOqjEzDLQFDLRGwBZ_ZIe7OeACP5z5orr22sThgT52i4cJ4FXE2lQ1rnb0Hyi3EXv7caWL9hc1zQz9iXlMBrOJx1n9RO6hPQcZS8UoFHIBc/s320/kitsune.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I am going away for a few days, to work on getting a few more <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitsune">tails</a>.</div><br /><br /><div>I leave you all in the safe and wise hands of <font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gingatao</font>.</div></div>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-10812931335134781552008-04-07T21:06:00.000-07:002008-04-07T21:11:38.797-07:00The Law<p>The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun<br />Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.<br />And when into chaos the systems are hurled,<br />Again shall the Builder reshape a new world. </p><p>Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal;<br />Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul.<br />And though it may lead into darkness of night<br />The torch of the Builder shall give it new light. </p><p>You were, and you will be; know this while you are:<br />Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.<br />It came from the Source, to the Source it returns;<br />The spark that was lighted eternally burns. </p><p>From body to body your spirit speeds on;<br />It seeks a new form when the old one is gone;<br />And the form that it finds is the fabric we wrought<br />On the loom of the mind with the fibre of thought. </p><p>From cycle to cycle, through time and through space,<br />Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace.<br />All that you ask for and all you desire<br />Must come at your bidding, as flames out of fire. </p><p>You are your own devil, you are your own God.<br />You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod.<br />And no one can save you from error or sin<br />Until you hark to the spirit within. </p><p><i>Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1850-1915</i> </p>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-3951703778488992852008-04-07T05:00:00.000-07:002008-04-07T05:01:32.539-07:00A Miserable Life (back as a reminder)<p>Here are some handy tips to guarantee that your life is as miserable as it can possibly be<br /><br />*Constantly think and talk about the past, preferably all the negative things. Even the positive things are a great way to make you feel miserable, they are gone, who knows if they will ever happen again.<br /><br />*Define yourself by your age.<br /><br />*Always be right.<br /><br />*Never inquire into your thought processes, that would undo being right.<br /><br />*Have most of your conversations revolve around what someone else did, and don't forget to judge them accordingly.<br /><br />*Take everything, absolutely everything, including the weather, personally.<br /><br />*Use the expressions "it isn't fair, and this shouldn't have happened" whenever something goes wrong and always find something to blame, including yourself<br /><br />*Compare yourself to other people, positively or negatively , it doesn't matter which.<br /></p><p>*Learn to react quickly , subjectively and emotionally to whatever happens .</p><p>*Cultivate the philosophy "if your not with me, your against me".</p><p>*Never forget who has hurt you, the first tip helps enormously with this.</p><p>*Treat your children and your partners as extensions of yourself.</p><p>*Expect people to think and feel exactly like you, and react with justified anger when they don't.</p><p>*React with even more anger when <strong>they</strong> do all of the above.</p><p>*Always do what you think is expected of you, never tell people how you really feel and then blow up in justifiable anger at how they are abusing you.</p><p>*Get into the habit of generalizing and putting people in boxes</p><p>*Expect people and life to never change.</p><p>*Use as your favourite expression "this is the way I am and I cant help or change it".</p><p>*Be defensive and evasive, after all if your honest, you, ll give the game away.</p><p>*Think that if someone loves you, they know what you are thinking and feeling.</p><p>*Spend hours trying to work out what someones motive is , come up with your own ideas, and treat them accordingly.</p><p>*Make sure that you are never kind or purposely back down from a fight with someone you don't like, it shows weakness.</p><p>*Cut people out of your life who don't agree with you.</p><p>*Blame everything in your life on external events, and when someone refuses to treat you as a victim, get really angry and call them <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unsupportive</span></span>.</p><p>*Never learn anything new or meet different people.</p><p>*Surround yourself with people who actively practice these tips as a way of life, this helps perfect it . Remember misery loves company.</p><p>*Expect people to do things on your time frame.</p><p>*Pick unavailable romantic partners , be with them for years, use all of the reasons above why you cant leave them, and then do it all over with someone new.</p><p>*Regard every new relationship as "The One'.</p><p>*Have set rules, regulations and expectations on the relationship, if they don't fulfill them , ditch them , they weren't "The One", this nicely validates all the other techniques.</p><p>These are just a few handy hints, but even if you only do a few of them, a miserable life is guaranteed. And the beauty of this is it can only get worse.</p><p>Try it for two weeks, and if you don't feel like total shit by that time you can get your money back.</p><p>Enjoy</p>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-60395467241957180932008-04-04T23:45:00.000-07:002008-04-05T01:07:13.644-07:00The Kitten Gets It!<div style="text-align: center;"> Who will save <a href="http://www.samcooks.com/flavor/Rabbit.htm">Table Wabbit?</a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht90IhfB13jvzKg7Ue6t-QilxeSREw6QeKYUG-gIP8NVPZkAIdaKstHkIrK_2RRYB0SZQTSR4rZBElihiWuBAzblSFhra7D-9FXAK5QLGmj1h0PGvWMgd2vay8aaD0-Nhr9HhY5AquM_M/s1600-h/table+wabbit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht90IhfB13jvzKg7Ue6t-QilxeSREw6QeKYUG-gIP8NVPZkAIdaKstHkIrK_2RRYB0SZQTSR4rZBElihiWuBAzblSFhra7D-9FXAK5QLGmj1h0PGvWMgd2vay8aaD0-Nhr9HhY5AquM_M/s320/table+wabbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185669595909913138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:1585/4f97e6c2a804c80c01f813fbf63ef434/image1027.jpg"><img src="http://localhost:1585/4f97e6c2a804c80c01f813fbf63ef434/image1027.jpg?size=400" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /></a> </div><br />This is the last of the rescued kittens, we have called her "Table Wabbit" as she is really soft and fluffy like a rabbit. The other 2 went to good homes together a few weeks ago.<br /><br />We are making a poster up saying that the kitten gets it in 2 weeks if we cant find a home for her.<br /><br />The feral mum had another litter last week, 6 of them.<br />I will be de- sexing the little tramp as soon as possible.<br /><br />Mother and babies are doing well, I'm rather frazzled with 10 cats.</span></div></div>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-63368440546034335992008-04-04T01:24:00.000-07:002008-04-04T15:54:27.258-07:00My Immortal<object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-A-4NQfFRs&rel=0&border=1&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-A-4NQfFRs&rel=0&border=1&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object><br />I'm so tired of being here<br />Suppressed by all my childish fears<br />And if you have to leave<br />I wish that you would just leave<br />'Cause your presence still lingers here<br />And it won't leave me alone<br /><br />These wounds won't seem to heal<br />This pain is just too real<br />There's just too much that time cannot erase<br /><br />[CHORUS:]<br />When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears<br />When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears<br />I held your hand through all of these years<br />But you still have<br />All of me<br /><br />You used to captivate me<br />By your resonating life<br />Now I'm bound by the life you left behind<br />Your face it haunts<br />My once pleasant dreams<br />Your voice it chased away<br />All the sanity in me<br /><br />These wounds won't seem to heal<br />This pain is just too real<br />There's just too much that time cannot erase<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone<br />But though you're still with me<br />I've been alone all alongEnigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-72502389953961489742008-04-03T02:56:00.000-07:002008-04-03T02:57:00.121-07:00Where its at.Understanding men, and people in general is really simple, you just realize that you will never really know where someone else is at.<br /><br />Why? <span style="font-weight: bold;">Because you are not them.</span> Its an impossibility to know fully and completely where someone else is at. Its that simple.<br /><br />You can only know your <span style="font-weight: bold;">ideas</span> of them.<br /><br />Understanding where you are at is the important thing, everything else naturally falls into place once this is worked out.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-16448488631832144572008-04-01T21:06:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:31:27.015-07:00(The Gingatao Dancers)From Princess LakotaI have stolen this from Princess <a href="http://naughtylakota.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lakotas</span></a> site, I found it too hysterically funny to keep hidden in the back room, and also <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Princess</span> is so talented at putting this sort of thing together, it should be shared *raises glass to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Princess</span>*<br /><br />This was in response to a strange comment tangent that myself, <a href="http://florescence.wordpress.com/">Jo</a> ,and Princess danced of with on <a href="http://gingatao.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/critics/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gingataos</span></a> site.<br />Paul, you know you've really made it when you have a dance troupe named after you<br /><object id="A791041" quality="high" data="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf?content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/4wqBUzZIyzDjNnIl3iM7fObY.xml pluginspage=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="369" width="435"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf"><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="FlashVars" value="content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/4wqBUzZIyzDjNnIl3iM7fObY.xml"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"></object><div style="">Don't send a lame <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.jibjab.com/sendables%27"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">eCard</span></a>. Try <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.jibjab.com/sendables%27"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">JibJab</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Sendables</span></a>!</div><embed src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDcxMDkxNDYzOTAmcHQ9MTIwNzEwOTE2MTc2NSZwPTE5MTEzMSZkPSZuPQ==.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="0" width="0"></embed>Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-2454582281673811782008-03-31T23:15:00.000-07:002008-03-31T23:20:30.651-07:00Thank You ( again)I have deleted that last post, as I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> feel comfortable having something so personal permanently up.<br /><br />I also want to give every one who commented a big group hug, for your heart touching concern, words of wisdom (and humour), and actually for just being there...it means more to me than you all can know.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-59665774326342609062008-03-29T16:10:00.000-07:002008-03-30T00:13:12.727-07:00Mush Brain<span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">AAARRRGGGHHHH</span>!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />I don't feel like doing anything,<br />my brain has turned to mush.<br /><br />I have so much to do,<br />and I'm wading though<br />the slush and crush<br />of this Sundays hush.<br /><br />Come on Brain,<br />do your thing,<br />Finnish that thesis,<br />give those people a ring.<br /><br />Write that proposal,<br />don't make it antipodal<br />And remember to call Jenny<br />At The Weapons Disposal.<br /><br />Stop talking to the cat<br />It doesn't have<br />a clue where your at.<br />Finnish building that site<br />or you ll be up all night.<br /><br />Read through that script,<br />though its probably shit.<br />Who knows?Maybe one day<br />it will be a hit.<br /><br />Organise that meeting<br />with Colonel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sweeting</span>,<br />for some time next week<br />or well be up the creek.<br /><br />Do the dishes, and the laundry too<br />and clean up the rest<br />of the messy cat poo.<br />Brush cut the lawn, don't you dare yawn,<br />there is so much to do<br />I'm counting on you.<br /><br />"OH bugger off "<br />says my brain.<br />Your giving me a pain,<br />it will be done when its done,<br />Think I'll go and laze in the sunEnigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-33671986639975582812008-03-27T17:27:00.000-07:002008-03-27T18:14:47.313-07:00Another one Bites The DustWell there goes the American film we were contracted to work on for the next 9 months.<br /><br /><a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=114495">http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=114495</a><br /><br />This is a rant from me, on the deplorable state of the Aussie film industry...especially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NSW</span>.<br /><br />In the last 4 years, we have watched so many of our friends and business associates go bankrupt, loose absolutely everything, and some of them commit suicide.<br /><br />We are one of only 2 studios left in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NSW</span>, and believe me, its been a bloody struggle to hold onto.<br /><strong>And why is this?</strong><br /><br />1-The Australian Government doesn't want to give tax credits to overseas films, thereby guaranteeing that no big films are made here, and with the Aussie dollar almost the same as America, what is the incentive?The government only wants to give credits to Australian films, but most Aussie films are low budget, and cannot sustain a large crew. And it has been shown that they are pretty much uninteresting to the wider market, how many Rabbit Proof fence's, Danny Deckchairs, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Prissilla</span> , etc can you watch?<br /><br />2-You have rich media moguls (not mentioning names) who keep the biggest film studios in Australia booked up and constantly empty, so their equally spoilt favourite directors can decide at their leisure if they want to make a film there or not, with the result that no big films can be made, they usually go overseas. The rent of these studios to the rich moguls is an unbelievably low amount, so they are under no pressure to make it profitable, its a tax write off to them.<br /><br />3-When something does finally get made, you have the piranhas that are in the council circling around, all wanting a slice of the pie, and charging exorbitant location fees. The last big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">TVC</span> we did, we rented the premises privately of a company, worked out the price, and away we went.<br /><br />A council officer stepped in, and tried to blackmail the production company into giving them $10,000 a day. Now as this was private land, it was pretty obvious who's pockets this would be lining. Luckily the producer called the council big Whigs in and called them on it, and they had to drop it, but this sort of thing happens all the time.<br /><br />The upshot of this shortsightedness, is an industry that was once thriving is dead, not dying, actually dead.<br />It was an industry that once employed thousands of people, and trained young people in the actual (not film school) way of film making.<br />Now any talented people who want to survive have to go overseas. ..which puts a huge strain on families, relationships, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">guarantees</span> that our brightest and most talented are not working here, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">again</span> flows what could be money into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Australia</span>, out of it.<br /><br />So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">that's</span> my rant.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-85271233392626157462008-03-26T16:30:00.000-07:002008-03-26T17:05:48.395-07:00Boys Will be BoysI get woken up by my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mobile</span> phone ringing at 4 AM this morning.<br />Now most people would be somewhat worried getting a phone call at that time of the morning, I am used to it as it is often our security company ringing to tell me our workshop alarm has gone off, (to which I respond, I'll fix it in the morning) or my ex, drunk, saying "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wotcha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doin</span>? Baby"(to which I respond, sleeping).<br /><br />However this morning it was the call every mother dreads, "Hi , Ms Enigma, this is Mikey, there has been an accident ,Little Man is in the hospital".<br /><br />I have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tendency</span> to become super calm in the middle of a situation like this, so I just said "What happened? And how bad is it?"<br /><br />The upshot is that he got plastered with his friends, tripped over going into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">apartment</span> building, and smashed through the plate glass door, cracking his head open on the concrete.<br /><br />So Mikey puts <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LM</span> on ,<br />"Mum" he says, "I'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ve</span> got a really bad headache." "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">You're</span> a bloody idiot" , I say, in true loving mother fashion.<br />"I'll come to the hospital " I continue, "No, No ", he says, "They are stapling my head up, and I,ll be home in a minute."<br /><br />So I get a nurse on the phone, see what the damage is, make myself a cup of tea and calmly wait for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">immanent</span> arrival of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">LM</span>.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">LM</span> arrives about an hour later, totally drunk, covered in blood, with 5 staples in his head.<br />Now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">LM</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">doesn't</span> get drunk like this very often, which is a good thing, as I mentioned in another post , he is over 6 foot, very muscly, and when hes drunk he is a bit difficult to control.<br /><br />So he comes in yelling at the top of his lungs, "Ive got metal in my head" over and over.<br />I,m trying to get him settled on the lounge, check the damage, mop up the blood, and give him some tablets, hes flailing around, yelling about the metal in his head.<br /><br />I end up saying" Oh for Gods sake, shut up and lie down, and let me fix you up"<br /><br />He subsides onto the lounge, I clean up the blood, and as I'm bending over him, I get the strangest feeling, my blood starts <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">pounding</span> in my ears, I think I'm going to throw up, and everything starts going dim ,"Oh God, I'm going to faint",I say.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">LM</span> starts yelling again, "Mum its not that bad, I'm O.K, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">don't</span> be upset"<br /><br />I rush to the bathroom, throw up, and sit with my head between my legs until its passes.<br />A shock delayed reaction I think.<br /><br />So I come back, sit on the lounge and cradle my Little Mans head in my lap, and soothe him to sleep.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">don't</span> talk about my son much, but he is the love of my life.<br />I raised him on my own from when he was 6 months old, and for a long time there was only him and I.<br />He was my only reason for living for a long time, and if something happened to him, I really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">don't</span> know if I would survive it.<br /><br />He is not just my son, but one of the finest human beings I have ever known, and I am blessed to have him in my life, as my family and friend.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229364994342480866.post-49831500880294015192008-03-22T20:22:00.000-07:002008-03-22T20:26:30.226-07:00The Voice of The Voiceless<h2 style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</span></h2> <p>I am the voice of the voiceless;<br /> Through me the dumb shall speak;<br /> Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear<br /> The cry of the wordless weak.<br /> From street, from cage, and from kennel,<br /> From jungle and stall, the wail<br /> Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin<br /> Of the mighty against the frail.<br /> </p> <p>I am a ray from the centre;<br /> And I will feed God's spark,<br /> Till a great light glows in the night and shows<br /> The dark deeds done in the dark.<br /> And full on the thoughtless sleeper<br /> Shall flash its glaring flame,<br /> Till he wakens to see what crimes may be<br /> Cloaked under an honoured name.<br /> </p> <p>The same Force formed the sparrow<br /> That fashioned man, the king;<br /> The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul<br /> To furred and to feathered thing.<br /> And I am my brother's keeper,<br /> And I will fight his fight,<br /> And speak the word for beast and bird,<br /> Till the world shall set things right.<br /> </p> <p>Let no voice cavil at Science -<br /> The strong torch-bearer of God;<br /> For brave are his deeds, though dying creeds,<br /> Must fall where his feet have trod.<br /> But he who would trample kindness<br /> And mercy into the dust -<br /> He has missed the trail, and his quest will fail:<br /> He is not the guide to trust.<br /> </p> <p>For love is the true religion,<br /> And love is the law sublime;<br /> And all that is wrought, where love is not,<br /> Will die at the touch of time.<br /> And Science, the great revealer,<br /> Must flame his torch at the Source;<br /> And keep it bright with that holy light,<br /> Or his feet shall fail on the course.<br /> </p> <p>Oh, never a brute in the forest,<br /> And never a snake in the fen,<br /> Or ravening bird, starvation stirred,<br /> Has hunted its prey like men.<br /> For hunger, and fear, and passion<br /> Alone drive beasts to slay,<br /> But wonderful man, the crown of the plan,<br /> Tortures, and kills, for play.<br /> </p> <p>He goes well fed from his table;<br /> He kisses his child and wife;<br /> Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,<br /> Or robs a deer of its life.<br /> He aims at a speck in the azure;<br /> Winged love, that has flown at a call;<br /> It reels down to die, and he lets it lie;<br /> His pleasure was seeing it fall.<br /> </p> <p>And one there was, weary of laurels,<br /> Of burdens and troubles of State;<br /> So the jungle he sought, with the beautiful thought<br /> Of shooting a she lion's mate.<br /> And one came down from the pulpit,<br /> In the pride of a duty done,<br /> And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ,<br /> While murder smoked out of his gun.<br /> </p> <p>One strays from the haunts of fashion<br /> With an indolent, unused brain;<br /> But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start<br /> In the purpose of giving pain.<br /> And the fluttering flock of pigeons,<br /> As they rise on eager wings,<br /> From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath:<br /> OH, THE RAPTURE OF KILLING THINGS!<br /> </p> <p>Now, this is the race as we find it,<br /> Where love, in the creed, spells hate;<br /> And where bird and beast meet a foe in the priest<br /> And in rulers of fashion and State.<br /> But up to the Kingdom of Thinkers<br /> Has risen the cry of our kin;<br /> And the weapons of thought are burnished and brought<br /> To clash with the bludgeons of sin.<br /> </p> Far Christ, of a million churches,<br /> Come near to the earth again;<br /> Be more than a Name; be a living Flame;<br /> 'Make Good' in the hearts of men.<br /> Shine full on the path of Science,<br /> And show it the heights above,<br /> Where vast truths lie for the searching eye<br /> That shall follow the torch of love.Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12922251760966894583noreply@blogger.com28