Well it's less than a month till I get married on the 15th of March, a moment that I am really looking forward too.
We have just moved as much as we could today into the new house, although it's the tiniest thing you have seen, but it's a roof over our heads. So now just to set everything up and move in completely.
Wedding plans are almost over just some final payments and a seating plan to do :).
Anyways over and out!!!
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Wednesday, 26 September 2007
10:13am The Phone Call of WTF!?
Well I was rather enjoying my sleep this morning, all rugged up in my blanket *purring* away. When a sound scares the absolute crap out of me, I look at my phone it's ringing. Looking at the screen I see "withheld number" having recently applied for a few jobs I answer:
This is how the conversation went:
Me: "Darren Speaking"
Her: "Hi it's Nicola"
Me: "Sorry who"
Nicola: "Don't you remember me its Nicola"
Me: "Sorry I think you have the wrong number"
Nicola: "No remember me I danced with you on the dance floor the other night and you gave me your number"
Me: "Sorry you defiantly have the wrong number, I haven't been out to a Club for ages, let alone danced, also I am engaged so I wouldn't give my number to a girl"
Nicola: "Oh really"
Me: "Yes really"
Nicola: "Sounds interesting"
***I am getting annoyed now, but decided to see what the hell is going on***
Me: "Why?"
Nicola: "Well I think your lying"
Me: "I assure you I am not"
Nicola: "Well the other night I may have told a lie I said I was 18 but I am actually 14 but 15 soon, I hope age doesn't bother you"
***Here I lie about my age I am actually 21***
Me: "I assure you mate that you have the wrong number, and I am 28 double your age"
Nicola: "That doesn't bother me, come meet me, I will give you head babe"
***At this point I am like WTF!?, so I start playing :p***
Me: "Your 14 love"
Nicola: "It doesn't matter, do you like bondage? come meet me I will give you head"
Me: "Righto!"
Nicola: "I am at Federation square, a little blond girl, come meet me and we will have some fun together I will make you (icky word here)"
Me: "Sorry but no, I am going now and please for goodness sake, as a 14 y/o girl do not offer yourself out to people, and don't go to over age events with that attitude you could get hurt dear"
Nicola: "Your way to serious and prob don't deserve the great head I am offering just come meet me I will be here for another hour"
***She then hung up the phone***
I haven't received a phone call back, and it's now 12hrs later so I figure she gave up :).
It makes me ponder to myself tho:
1) Who would let something that young into an overage event
2) Why would a little teenage girl be like that
3) Just what the fuck seriously like what the fuck
4) Was it a prank call, and a randomly dialed number.
I don't think so because she was way to serious and I couldn't hear anyone else in the background.
5) What if someone else like a pervert or some guy who would take advantage of the situation had picked up.
I told my Fiancee' "Abbie" she just found it funny :( I think more the fact that I had received a call like that.
Anyways makes you think doesn't it.
This is how the conversation went:
Me: "Darren Speaking"
Her: "Hi it's Nicola"
Me: "Sorry who"
Nicola: "Don't you remember me its Nicola"
Me: "Sorry I think you have the wrong number"
Nicola: "No remember me I danced with you on the dance floor the other night and you gave me your number"
Me: "Sorry you defiantly have the wrong number, I haven't been out to a Club for ages, let alone danced, also I am engaged so I wouldn't give my number to a girl"
Nicola: "Oh really"
Me: "Yes really"
Nicola: "Sounds interesting"
***I am getting annoyed now, but decided to see what the hell is going on***
Me: "Why?"
Nicola: "Well I think your lying"
Me: "I assure you I am not"
Nicola: "Well the other night I may have told a lie I said I was 18 but I am actually 14 but 15 soon, I hope age doesn't bother you"
***Here I lie about my age I am actually 21***
Me: "I assure you mate that you have the wrong number, and I am 28 double your age"
Nicola: "That doesn't bother me, come meet me, I will give you head babe"
***At this point I am like WTF!?, so I start playing :p***
Me: "Your 14 love"
Nicola: "It doesn't matter, do you like bondage? come meet me I will give you head"
Me: "Righto!"
Nicola: "I am at Federation square, a little blond girl, come meet me and we will have some fun together I will make you (icky word here)"
Me: "Sorry but no, I am going now and please for goodness sake, as a 14 y/o girl do not offer yourself out to people, and don't go to over age events with that attitude you could get hurt dear"
Nicola: "Your way to serious and prob don't deserve the great head I am offering just come meet me I will be here for another hour"
***She then hung up the phone***
I haven't received a phone call back, and it's now 12hrs later so I figure she gave up :).
It makes me ponder to myself tho:
1) Who would let something that young into an overage event
2) Why would a little teenage girl be like that
3) Just what the fuck seriously like what the fuck
4) Was it a prank call, and a randomly dialed number.
I don't think so because she was way to serious and I couldn't hear anyone else in the background.
5) What if someone else like a pervert or some guy who would take advantage of the situation had picked up.
I told my Fiancee' "Abbie" she just found it funny :( I think more the fact that I had received a call like that.
Anyways makes you think doesn't it.
Monday, 24 September 2007
First Order of Service
Well I had totally forgotten about this blog until recently. So just a few things to catch up on.
I have recently found myself reading Nathan's Blog http://dailybloog.blogspot.com which is very funny and entertaining.
Secondly I must say a big thank-you to Malakym of the Brackenwood forum because he recently drew me a image of myself.
So thank-you very much Mal I really appreciate it.
Also thirdly I am now on Holidays from UNI so time to start writing / drawing / designing and basically have some time to myself which is very rare these days :(.
Anyways thought I would try and keep this thing up to date. So meh..........
I have recently found myself reading Nathan's Blog http://dailybloog.blogspot.com which is very funny and entertaining.
Secondly I must say a big thank-you to Malakym of the Brackenwood forum because he recently drew me a image of myself.
So thank-you very much Mal I really appreciate it.
Also thirdly I am now on Holidays from UNI so time to start writing / drawing / designing and basically have some time to myself which is very rare these days :(.
Anyways thought I would try and keep this thing up to date. So meh..........
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
A little story
Well the other day I was just pondering and writing down a few thoughts and came up with this little concuction. Don't what I was aiming at but maybe something worth doing some work on.
Little Story
Once he had made it to the other side of the river, which seemed as if it was a lifetime way he knew that he would then be safe, the problem was getting to the river to cross. As he hid under the shrubs hoping it was enough protection to cover him he watched the attackers get closer and closer to where he had hidden. His heart was beating as though it was going to burst through his chest, his lungs felt as though they where being crushed. The attackers could not see him anywhere, he knew that they would not cross for what laid on the other side, the leader ordered the others to search through the bushes, he was forsaken he had no other options he thought to himself so he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His body felt like that of a giant boulder the weight seemed to be holding him back his tortured body all torn up and not doing any good for him he went straight for the river and tried to jump it, he went flying through the air all the way to other side. The guards turned around and left to go back to wherever they had come from. A boy jumped down from one of the trees to see if the men was ok, he approached the men with extreme caution tip toeing so that not even the bladed crisp grass whish lay down under his feet made a noise. He got to the side of the man and fell to his knees clutching his face with both hands; he started sobbing and screamed, “fran” (father). The painful cry echoed throughout the forest disturbing all peace that once was, as the birds took flight frightened by the horrific scream. The boy then dragged his father down to the river and rolled him in, a part of the splash from his father’s body touched his face sending a cold chill down his spine; he muttered the words “uten ti fran” (rest my father) to himself as his fathers body sank down to the bottom. The boy then looked across the river amazed at how the blast from the weapon of the enemy had sent his body flying across the width of the river for it must be at least 50 meter’s wide. The boy then turned around in such a slow motion as if he didn’t want to leave but he knew he had to he made it up the vast bank through the trees as he departed the river to return to his village.
Property of Darren M (C) Copyright 2007
Little Story
Once he had made it to the other side of the river, which seemed as if it was a lifetime way he knew that he would then be safe, the problem was getting to the river to cross. As he hid under the shrubs hoping it was enough protection to cover him he watched the attackers get closer and closer to where he had hidden. His heart was beating as though it was going to burst through his chest, his lungs felt as though they where being crushed. The attackers could not see him anywhere, he knew that they would not cross for what laid on the other side, the leader ordered the others to search through the bushes, he was forsaken he had no other options he thought to himself so he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His body felt like that of a giant boulder the weight seemed to be holding him back his tortured body all torn up and not doing any good for him he went straight for the river and tried to jump it, he went flying through the air all the way to other side. The guards turned around and left to go back to wherever they had come from. A boy jumped down from one of the trees to see if the men was ok, he approached the men with extreme caution tip toeing so that not even the bladed crisp grass whish lay down under his feet made a noise. He got to the side of the man and fell to his knees clutching his face with both hands; he started sobbing and screamed, “fran” (father). The painful cry echoed throughout the forest disturbing all peace that once was, as the birds took flight frightened by the horrific scream. The boy then dragged his father down to the river and rolled him in, a part of the splash from his father’s body touched his face sending a cold chill down his spine; he muttered the words “uten ti fran” (rest my father) to himself as his fathers body sank down to the bottom. The boy then looked across the river amazed at how the blast from the weapon of the enemy had sent his body flying across the width of the river for it must be at least 50 meter’s wide. The boy then turned around in such a slow motion as if he didn’t want to leave but he knew he had to he made it up the vast bank through the trees as he departed the river to return to his village.
Property of Darren M (C) Copyright 2007
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
1/5/07 Starting Blogging
Well today I decided that I might start to blog some thoughts and ideas that come into my little psychotic brain. I can't guarantee regular updates here but I will try, eventually this will be for what and how I have done things for Shadowed Realm stories and other such things.
Anyways I will update my stuff soon and set this up properly but I thought that I might just get it working for now.
Anyways I will update my stuff soon and set this up properly but I thought that I might just get it working for now.
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