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Post by retro399 on Oct 21, 2005 16:19:00 GMT
hats a good pic,dory,i didnt know you had been to see the stereophonics!
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Post by Mad4Ritchie on Oct 21, 2005 19:48:55 GMT
this isa ctr + V entry for today:
completely nothing! wow first time! lol
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Dory
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I'm a puppet not a wh?re..
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Post by Dory on Oct 22, 2005 14:01:18 GMT
lol aye, saw em in 2002....i keep chorving my mum with it, because she loves em too heh
my paste:
coterie
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Rotae
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D.W.A.P & I.H.T.F.W. Tasmania: The Land Under The Land Down Under!
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Post by Rotae on Oct 23, 2005 3:23:48 GMT
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Post by retro399 on Oct 23, 2005 10:36:19 GMT
you are so talented,rotae!!
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Oct 24, 2005 3:18:47 GMT
Aw, shucks... thanks. Peace, Rotae
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Caitlin
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So if he's given half the chance - will he sink or swim?
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Post by Caitlin on Oct 24, 2005 9:09:24 GMT
that's a fantastic drawing rotae! geez ur really talented!
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Post by Dory on Oct 24, 2005 17:33:14 GMT
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Post by retro399 on Oct 25, 2005 14:25:13 GMT
lol,great pic!!!
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Post by Dory on Oct 25, 2005 17:50:37 GMT
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Post by AngelsWings on Oct 25, 2005 20:35:25 GMT
i used to be good at sports in highschool...then i got lazy... me too, i used to do athletics. and my trainer said i was very good lol. then i stopped doing it, cos i got some injuries,. and my trainer always keeped naging at my head whenever i saw him, to come back to training cos i was very good lol but i just don't felt like it before, i stopped when i was about 13. and now i'm way too lazy to begin doing any sports nomore
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Post by Dory on Nov 12, 2005 16:47:03 GMT
my ctrl+v is the latest installment of my story...i've finally got around to writing again, the block's lifted heh its now up to 18,431 words ;D and nowhere near finished yet ahhh well... (it's not been proof read so ignore the spelling mistakes and typos please heh):
here yar:
The sound from the ringing reverberated through his head, his hand was hovering over his heart, scratching at the niggling patch skin and he exhaled some of his doubts. The ringing stopped and the voice calmly answered. Rafe took a second to compose himself and replied eagerly. “Hey, you sexy beast” he jested. “Ahhhh it’s the queen of sheeba, how’s it going dude?” Chris laughed in reply. “Hah yeah, so this is my rsvp for two,” Rafe paused and listened for some form of acknowledgement to his words and after a couple of seconds of revered silence, he continued, “well, I’ve not actually asked them yet, but I want to keep it open just in case ya know?” “Yeah man, I get ya,” the smile evident in his voice, “I’ll have to get Vicky to email you the details, times, places etc because I’m not at one with today’s technology, oh young one.” Chris laughed, “Saves you having to write everything down I suppose eh? Hah” “Yeah, old man” Rafe sblack personed, “I’m not at one with the ancient chalk and board technologies as you are.” The conversation was broken by some noises on Chris’ end of the line and even though he had covered the mouthpiece with his hands, Rafe could still here muffled complaints from someone, so he quickly jumped in and cleared his throat. “Well I suppose I should get going and leave you to whatever you were up to, wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with the little lady.” “Thanks man, yeah, talk soon yeah?” “Aye…laters sexy.” “Bye handsome” Chris replied with a smile and hung up.
Rafe inhaled deeply and pursed his lips, letting the air escape on its own and stared at the second number in anticipation. “Argh…!” he scowled, lobbing the phone down on the bed. It was funny how he felt so comfortable talking to Chris now, compared to a while back; and it was the same with Brendan now, the butterflies and not knowing. With that thought he looked down at the paper and just stuffed it in his pocket then threw a white T-shirt on before stalking out of his room. “Why can’t I do it? Grrr” Before he knew it, he found himself back on that bench watching the world drift by, his eyes slowly hazing as the cold breeze caught them. It was as if time was sped up before him, people leaving vapour trails behind them as they passed by. The branches of the trees swaying in the placid wind eased his mind somewhat and brought his confidence up enough to actually talk to Brendan, right this second. But it was at this point he realised he hadn’t got a cell phone and that by the time he would reach the house, all his coolness would be gone with the wind and evaporated into self-doubt. So he remained fixed to the wooden bench, legs crossed at the ankles and armed folded closely to his chest to shelter from the cold. Completely unaware of the lapse in time as he had drifted into a very light sleep, vaguely aware of the surroundings but not all together with it, there was a breath in his ear but his unconscious dismissed it. “Boo” the voice whispered softly and gently. A tingle rippled through his spine and Rafe jumped out of his skin, whipping round to see the mystery person. “Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here?” he asked. “Looking for you, you just ran out and didn’t say where, I was worried.’ His Aunt replied as she walked around the bench and sit beside him. “You want to talk, darling?” “Nah it’s ok,” he put his arm round her “it’s nothing. Well…” “Let me guess, something to do with the big rock star?” she smiled. “Partly. Long story short, he’s invited me to a wedding, me and a guest.” He paused, “his wedding…and I sort of met someone who I want to take but in a way I don’t want to ask. Jerry Springer here I come..” His aunt laughed and rubbed his arm, “Hmm sounds like fun.” “Yeah…that’s one word for it…” “Awww come on darling, come home…you’re freezing. We’ll get some fluffy cushions, hot chocolate and Moulin Rouge on dvd and talk.” “What am I? Twelve?” Rafe giggled appreciatively, “Yeah..” He got to his feet and held out his hand. "You should talk to this boy, at least ask...what have you got to lose eh?" His Aunt closely followed, using his hand as leverage to manoeuvre herself upwards and they just bantered like best friends as they headed home, arm in arm.
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Post by retro399 on Nov 13, 2005 15:28:59 GMT
;Dthats great,dory!!!!you have a great imagination!
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Post by Dory on Jan 15, 2006 18:15:52 GMT
hah funnily enough my clipboard is full of the next part of this story...i eventually got round to writin it...
The colours leapt from the screen as they swirled in time to the music, Rafe looked down at his Aunt who was now snoozing quietly with her head on his lap and he felt a sudden wave of ease wash over him. It was now or never. Leaning over her, careful not to disturb, he caught hold of the remote and turned the volume on the television down before stretching over his shoulder for the phone. The number he had read countless times, was now imprinted in code inside his mind, he could read it backwards, forwards, every other number, mentally dial it…anything but physically type the keys on a handset. He drew in the last breath he could muster, closed his eyes and went for it, the keys singly resounding like the ticking of a clock as he punched them in. The rest of the background noise faded to a minor hum in comparison to the sound of every hope ticking away with each heartbeat. Rafe’s mind wandered aimlessly around various memories before Brendan’s voice registered in his ears, he was sounding impatient and slightly annoyed. Rafe, quickly realising what was going on, let out a noise to show him someone WAS there while he composed himself. “Er…hello.” he eventually mustered. “And this would be?” the other voice inquired, sounding even more agitated. “It’s me.” There was no reply, or acknowledgment from Brendan so Rafe continued “Rafe…ya know, the bloke you’re dog licked er..” he shook his head and muttered under his breath, “I mean, liked…well I hope he liked me anyway and...I’ll stop now.” nuts… “Aaaah buddy” the atmosphere lifted and the tone lightened, “was wondering when, more if you would call actually.” He laughed to himself. Rafe was still mentally banging his head against a wall and biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming and waking his Aunt. “So, how’s it going?” Brendan piped up. “Erm..” he cleared his throat, “it’s well..I mean it’s going well…” he shook his head again, “I don’t know what’s the matter with me at all” he snorted and promptly held his breath. Brendan just laughed quietly. “What’s say we make this a bit easier, how about a drink?” he paused, “now?” Rafe looked at the clock and noted the time, looked down at his Aunt again, brushing a straggling piece of hair from her face and remembering what she had told him. “Sure, your choice” Rafe said, boldly. “I know this great little place just near the main entrance of the park, be there when you can?” the smile evident in his voice. “Why not?” Rafe retorted, his own smile making an appearance. They both bid their short farewell’s and hung up. Now it felt as though he could do anything, he was almost flying, things like this just didn’t happen to him. He had to grab it while the opportunity was still there. He slinked off the sofa and placed his Aunt’s head down on a cushion, before pulling the blanket over her, taking the DVD out and putting one of the television channels on. Gathering up his keys, he went in search of a notepad. He stuck a short note on the fridge and left, closing the door gently behind him. His Aunt looked up at the door and smiled, then went to see what the note said: ‘Gone to see the boy. Wish me luck.’ She chuckled and went back to her spot on the sofa.
Rafe was putting some distance between himself and safety, finally taking the leap he’d been dreading. Now he just had to gather his strength to see it through.
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Post by retro399 on Jan 16, 2006 10:03:42 GMT
thats great dory!you have certainly been busy....
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