Hmm, okay so neither of my connecting flights, nor white limmo seem to have crashed as I am here to blog, and this it’s all good folks. Oh yeah. xD.

No, but seriously. I’m alright. We caught a rex flight to Sydney which took a mere fourty minutes and then an hour and a half flight from Sydney to Brisbane and after that we got picked up by a white limmo at the airport that brought us the half an hour ride to Sea World Resort. it’s happy! (…yeah still too much sammy even though I’ve barely spoken to her in three days or so.) Theres a spa and gardens, lots of shops and good food in the lobby. I have my annoying arse cousin here to annoy me as well as Lillabub, but it’s not too bad really. Well except for the fact I’ve been swimming too much and I hurt my muscles.

Yesterday we fed the dolphins, not terribly exciting really. You just threw a fish at them. It’s lucky they eat fish or they might have been offended, you know. I would have been offended if people threw raw fish and squid at me. but yeah, it sorta sucked. No swimming with the dolphins apparently, it was just a rather painful walk around the park early in the morning with a grand finalle of throwing fish.

We watched Night at the museum last night, it was good, hillarious actually. It has a whole host of commedians in it, so it would want to be funny, I suppose. The internet here sucks, my aunt didnt bring her laptop so I’m restricted to an internet uh.. stand? I have a photo, when I get home I’ll upload it. Its two dollars for 15 minutes, whichin Australian money isn’t *too* bad.

Oh, about the dolphins. I fed a girl, she was terribly pretty, her name is Stormy. I think Aunty Robyn fed Cyrus. Though, Aunty Robyn freaked a little over the fish. All paranoid we’d smell like it, the fish had been frozen anyways and smelt okay, for fish.

Sammy missed me this morning, I got on here before I went to sea world to talk to her but she was cleaning her room -.- can’t win. Hopefully she’s replied at the rpg, though.

We havent been doing much else really, but between sea world and running too and fro there isn’t honestly a lot to do really. Nor is there much time to do it, though they still make good banana splits here.

 So, who has missed me, eh?

Imiss you all *cuddles* I’m off to check the rpg now though. I can’t do both at once, it kinda only lets one window open at once. they need opera.

I got new sunnies (sunglasses) today for my holiday (see previous post) and I thought I’d show you while I was still home.

Sorry about the quality.

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So, in say…ten and a half hours I’ll be going to Parkes with my little sis and getting on a regional airline plane to fly to Sydney, at which point we’ll meet up with my Aunty Robyn, Cousin Margret and her son Lachlan. At 12 something we’re catching a flight to Brisbane and will be afterwards staying at Nara Resort at sea world for a few days, then staying at a sea side apartment building for the rest of the eight days I’ll be away. I’ll try to update here, so you can check back here. I’ll have Internet access the whole time as far as I can tell so it should be all good. I also get to swim with the dolphins.

Oh I haven’t seen the sea in so long, it shall be glorious.

To all my lovelies. I’ll BBS.

Well today was my 16th, and I changed the layout here and put my own header. I have some more writing prompts to post eventually, I hope everyone had a happy holiday and new year, too.

Today is remembrance day and in honour of that I present that which I do on such occasions, a minutes silence and this;

The Ode

The Ode comes from For the Fallen, a poem by the English poet and writer Laurence Binyon and was published in London in the Winnowing Fan; Poems of the Great War in 1914. The verse, which became the League Ode was already used in association with commemoration services in Australia in 1921.

FOR THE FALLEN

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.

As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.