Love Actually is All Around

I love Love Actually. 
It was on TV last night and I jumped at the opportunity to watch it again. 
It's one of my favourite Christmas movies. 
It's romantic, funny, sad, serious, light, greatest cast ever, the cutest story lines, sexy...man I could go on.

This post has no purpose but this, 

I want to watch it again!!! 

Hm, maybe I should ask Santa for it this year...

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The Downsides to Being a Hermit

Choosing to live the hermit life is hard. 
Firstly, one tends to pick this life after experiencing what it's like to have friends. And as hermit life tends to creep up on its victim, these "friends" haven't yet realised the path you have taken.
Unfortunately the hermit life was forced on me. 
I desperately wish to go out - but my hermit-induced soul will not let that happen. 
Luckily for this part of my body, the rest of me doesn't have to will power to break free. I also contain other characteristics which help fuel my hermit ways. 
- I have few friends (I've touched on this before, so lets not go back there.)
- I don't drive (also something touched upon before.)
- I'm a worrier. 
- I tend to focus on the negative rather than the positive. 
- I don't work. 
- I never leave the house. 

As you can tell, I'm a delightful person to be around. But I wasn't always like this. At the start of last year, most of these things weren't on my list (not being able to drive, nor work, were still on the list) but the others weren't even an issue. I was engaged with real life dealings, would talk through my issues with real people and not that of a computer screen, would leave the house at least five days a week, would regularly attend parties and was always seen as the "funny one" (funny here being ha ha and not weird). 

It is this person, that these friends still believe I am. And was why, yesterday, I received a birthday invite from one of them. 
I haven't talked to most of them in over a year. 
Some I departed with on bad terms. 
They all still talk to each other regularly. 
My #1 arch frenemy - someone who was a friend but wasn't, isn't invited - so I don't know what this means. 
I don't know how to get there (I don't drive remember).
Or get home. 
I don't even know if any of them actually like me any-more. Maybe they are hoping that I wont show. 

But with only a few days to make up my mind - things are not looking good for Daydreamer . HELP. 
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A Radio Station's Massive Prank. A Hospital's Massive Mistake.

I can't believe I have to talk about this. 

Have you ever played a phone prank? You know the ones; calling someone up pretending to be someone else and seeing how much you can get away with before they hang up, discover who you are or, alternatively, start throwing abuse at you. 
What about pretending to be the Queen of England and her son, Prince Charles? 
Well this was the case for two Australian DJ's and now...It's flooding my news feed. 

For overseas readers, I here this news has made it to you too. That a little Sydney broadcasting station is now headline news all over the world. But for those who don't know what I'm talking about or for those people who know a little, I'll catch you all up. 

Now firstly, I want to talk to you about this for a number of reasons. 
1 - I'm Australian, I know the female involved (not personally of course, but she was also the host of The Top 30 Countdown, which I enjoy on a Saturday morning). 
2 - It's flooding up my news feed. All breaking news involves the Presenters and/or the nurses involved - which I'll get to in a second. 
3 - It has been blown way out of proportion and I think people are getting lost in fact and conspiracies. 
4 - It involves a tragic loss and I want to give my own condolences - done properly and not in the form of abuse. 

Now the story:
Two radio presenters rang up the British hospital where Kate was staying (with severe morning sickness) pretending to be the Queen and Prince Charles. 
To their surprise the receptionist put them through to Kate's ward, where a nurse answered the phone. 
They asked how their "daughter-in-law" was going and if she was well. 
The Nurse said (Kate) was sleeping and that she was feeling better; along with other information. 
The radio hosts where dumbfounded. 
The hospital fell for their dodgy accents and they had even given them information on the Princess. 
It was a massive prank. 
People around Australia where laughing while the rest of the world (especially the Mother Land) were furious! It made all sorts of headlines as the news read of a massive mistake and a massive prank.  
Big news - but something that would have blown over in a couple of days. 
And then, a terrible loss struck. 
The nurse who was involved in the prank died of (what I believe was) suicide.
What was just a prank has now become a sad, sad story that should be recognised. 
There are talks of the hospital suing the radio station. 
The presenters have been sacked.
Advertisement has been pulled from the station. 
And today I read that Mel and Michael (the hosts involved) are now getting counselling after being in an intense fragile state. 

Some things I need to get off my chest:

The nurse,Jacintha Saldanha, 46, took her own life due to depression - now this is what I'm getting from my news, and this is all reporting allegations. 
People have linked the prank to the reason she killed herself. We don't know this was the case. 
I have no doubt that the scolding she would have gotten from her manager, her boss, even the head of the hospital, would have been severe. Surely they must have known about her fragile state and what happened wasn't her fault. 
The cast irons they would have dished on her would have been harsh - and nobody deserves that, especially a hard working women such as herself.
Does anyone blame them? Do they look to them and are they suspects for pushing Ms Saldanha over the edge? 

As you can imagine, social media has gone wild. 
Tweets have gone off the hook, labelling the hosts as "murderers" and saying things like "they have blood on their hands." 
Both have deleted their Twitter accounts and have gone into hiding basically. 
There is a Facebook page known as, RIP Jacintha Saldanha. Shame upon those stupid Australian DJs, which has been bombarded with hateful messages. 

The Royal family, have made no formal complaint to the hospital nor the radio station, and seemed not to bothered by the events (this was before the death of Ms Saldanha.). 

The prank was stupid. 
Pranks are always stupid. I personally don't see the attraction into fooling somebody for your own humour-filled benefit. 
The loss of the nurse is tragic and my condolences go to her family, friends and colleagues, and sorry that her death is publicised for the world to witness. 
The hospital needs better protocols for this. It's their fault that this happened and the receptionist who picked the phone up should get her hearing checked out. 
To Mel and Michael - if you could take it back, you would. I believe you are truly sorry for what happened and that the world is watching your every move. 

And to anyone who posted anything hurtful about the indecent - put a lid on it. 
The hosts have suffered enough. 
The hospital has suffered enough.
And Ms Saldanha's family has suffered more than enough. 

Please, let it go, and hopefully this will bring awareness to depression, and the pain it can inflict. 

Forever Alone

Hey guys,
A very unusual and embarrassing account happened to me today and and if I had friends I would surely laugh about it with them. But because I don't, you (people of the Internet) get to hear it instead. 

At least I'm not this guy.

Now, I know I'm not a social person. I haven't left the house since...oh wait, I left it yesterday, but not to meet anybody.
Basically, when it comes to leaving the house for a social occasion (family members excluded) it is very, very rarely. 
A lot of friends I used to have I don't talk to often or at all, let alone actually catch up with them. 

When I heard my phone buzz this afternoon it was quite a shock. It goes off little and the vibration it makes against my dresser is quite loud. I grabbed it thinking it would be the phone company ("A special offer, only for a limited time") and was even more shocked to discover that it was an actual person - an actual friend. 
Even more shocking, someone I haven't talked to (at all) in literally months! 
And the message captured that...

OMG How are you?? We haven't talked in ageeeessssss -_- talk soon Babe. 

Now, even though I hadn't communicated with this person in a while, this wasn't how they acted when I did used to talk to them.
Looking back, I should have seen the signs. 
Nevertheless, I was touched to see that someone had actually remembered me and wanted to catch up (I only presumed). I wanted to reply straight away. Telling them that I know it has been ages, but regardless would love to hang out.

But I had no credit. 

Bugger. It would have to wait. 

So, I continued what I was doing, and decided afterward, I would log onto the Internet and chat with her there. I got caught up with some other stuff and left my room. 
It was around half an hour when I got back. I turned my computer on and went to my phone to check the message again. I had another message.

Me? Daydreamer has another message? Two in one day, that's a record. 

It was from the same person. Telling me that the children she coaches had taken her phone and sent messages to random people. 
And this was it. The bottom of the bottom of my social life. The only person to talk to me and want to hang out, was nothing but a seven year olds prank.

That's embarrassing. But I can be thankful for my phone credit (or lack there of). If I had of had credit and sent a heartfelt message filled with memories, reminiscent and old times - could you imagine the humiliation then; for the both of us? 
At least I could brush it off with a casual "yeah, I saw that - pretty funny" response.  

So I know I'm unsociable - but really?! Did I deserve this? 
I don't think so. 
So for anyone who's feeling a bit alone, here's something to cheer you (and I) up. 

Is It Getting Hot in Here?

 For those living in the great southern land that is Australia, you will be more than aware that Summer is right around the corner (5 days in fact). 
Living in Canberra, I found (here at least) Summer has come up out of the blue - or maybe, out of the clouds; so all of a sudden I find myself not totally prepared for the Summer weather ahead. 
Knowing Australia - it's going to be a hot one. 
And knowing me - I'm going to hate every second of it. 


It's hard to think it's been Spring for almost three months now. It sure doesn't feel like it. People in Canberra would know, Spring was a funny one this year. At first, we had a bout of Spring early in the season. Warm, warm weather; a great change for the miserable and (thankfully) rainy Winter. 
Then it got cold again. Very cold. People who'd packed away their jackets, jeans, gloves and beanies fished them back out of their closets. But not for long. 
All of a sudden, it was starting to look like Spring again. Shirts and skirts, hats and shorts came out in abundance; perfect when Floriade was on. We shone (literally) for tourists who travelled here, and put the spark back into the locals. 
Have you guessed it yet? Yep, then it got dark again. It started to rain...

I'd just like to say, as an Aussie, who has been living in drought for most of her life (I think anyway) rain - no matter what season - is greatly welcome. We never get enough rain around here, and when we do it's usually too heavy and the ground is too dry to absorb the water. So I was a very happy duck, to see it raining for a lot of our Winter. 

Where was I? Oh yes, Winter seemed to be back - and in the middle of October. Basically, as soon as we got some warm weather, Winter came back with a vengeance. 
So to my surprise, when I looked at the weather bureau I was stunned to see 32 degrees on today's forecast (Celsius, not Fahrenheit to my overseas readers). I was even more stunned to realise Summer is only 5 days away. Holy moly, we've only just received a good batch of Spring. 

To my last point in my intro. Now, I know some of you would be thinking that Summer is the best season. Who couldn't love Summer? Sun, surf, sand, hot bodies walking around, ice-cream, swimming, BBQ's, tennis, cricket, picnics...the list goes on.
Well for one - I don't live near a beach; so that gets rid of surf and sand. I also don't have a pool; get rid of swimming. 
Hot bods walking around - true; but it means I need to shed clothing myself, and even though I'm not repulsive, I am filled with insecurities beyond anything. 
BBQ's = mossies. Need I say more?
I will raise my glass to the return of tennis and cricket though. Been watching Australia Vs South Africa - good to have those sports back on tellie. 

And so in a quick conclusion - what have we learnt? Summer in Australia is hot. Daydreamer is also not ready for the hotness ahead. If you are overseas and getting ready for the Winter season; raise a hot chocolate for me - Winter I will miss you. Bring out the sunscreen everybody. 

Oh, and I do love ice-cream. Yum. 

It can't possibly be a Year Already?

Last week was my last week of Uni classes. 
I couldn't believe I've been a Uni student for a whole year! The year has seemed to go so fast. 
It's also been a year, since the end of year 12. 
I can't deny, I was sad to see that place go, and as my brother still goes there; I'm a bit jealous. But I am glad I'm not a college student any more. The freedom and world that is Uni is such an amazing experience, so I'm sad that classes are over. 
Two major assignment were handed in yesterday, and the last thing I need to do, is an exam I have later in the week. 
And then that's it. 
Till next year anyway. 
Three months away. 
And this is why I'm so sad. It hasn't really hit yet - but because I'm lame and don't have a social life; I don't know what I'm going to do with myself for three months! Now, my Mum would say "get a job, you slacker," but I really couldn't be bothered. And who wants to work in retail anyway? 
So I guess it would be a good time to rev up the blog posts, get this thing up and running again and start paying real attention to it. 
So I'm sending you a challenge to anyone who stumbles past this blog. 
From next week, I'll start to look at this regularily. 
If there is anything  you want me to blog about; let me know and I'll do it. 
Got a movie or book you want to share? A serious issue you want brought attention to? Or something tremendously silly - I'll blog about it. 

So just met me know. 

Or alternatively, check out my older blog posts. Some of them are actually good. 

Anniversary Celebrations; but not for me.

Been A while, I know. 
And really, I shouldn't be writing anything now (I have a ton of work to do, it's not even funny, and today I set myself the task of working my little butt off, but then I was confused about this thing and was trying to figure it out and by the end of the day, I still haven't got anywhere.) 

Whoa, what a long bracket sentence *my bad* 
Also, this will be really informal - all the essays I've been doing, plus my writing, plus uni's writing...arg! 
I'm amazed the first thing I want to do is write more! 

But I feel bad for neglecting this poor little thing; with small posts, little views and no comments or followers. *Why do I have a blog again?*

The topic of today's post is a congratulatory one. 
Today my parents celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary. *cheers, Champaign popping, glasses tinkering* - you know that kind of noise. 

I'm so proud of my parents and lucky to have them. Growing up, (at one stage) all of my friendship group's parents were divorced and they lived with their mums. They also never, or very little, saw their dads. 
I'm grateful, that my parents are very much in love (ew, OK, don't want to think about that.) 

So today, it was sad to see Mum trodding off to work early this morning, while Dad stayed home (he's "sick.") Actually, no really he is; you'll be glad to know that he's getting better *I think it's the alcohol* 
They spent the day apart. Mum rang earlier today, and they talked on the phone for hours *glad to know Mum's actually working*
And when she got home, they opened champagne and have been celebrating ever since. 
And it's only 6pm. 
We're staying home and take away will be arriving shortly (something special, like Indian; not the run of the mill Maccas or anything ew.) 

So, basically; congrats to Mummy and Daddy - and I hope in another 20 years, you guys are just as happy. *But hopefully, I wont still be living in the same house* 

Oh dear God - did I just jinx myself?