Clare Gardener, why are you following me around in an orange Torana? Can’t you think for yourself? -Pickpockets in Gunnedah (and who follow me around wherever I go and steal from me)! Really and truly, I’ve had it up to here with stupid little bimbos who steal, it’s not going to be so funny if I catch you red-handed, I assure you. I have got 47yrs of pent-up anger, what do you suppose will happen? Every time I drove into town, I had dogs break into my car and steal whatever was in there that Life Stories P15 Screenshot of my Wix Fabric Website 1. Screenshot of my Wix Fabric Website This is a part screenshot of my fabric collections, on my fabric website , which gets no traffic at all - not that I'm too concerned, because it's not the best website, I'm not a computer illiterate person in this sense, but I wanted to put it here as some kind of proof. I mean I did sell quite a lot of these fabrics, enough to keep me in new clothes. When they were for sale on Spoonflower, {prior 2020 when I was ban}, I would sell them myself, as in, because Spoonflower did not market the fabrics back then (oh gee, I wonder why they started doing it…. – copycat cunts). Anyway, what I would do, as back then, as a part of the ‘nazi scam Centrelink jobs provider agreement’, I had to apply for 12 jobs per week, and I mean, in my local area, there wouldn't be 12 jobs available in a single month let alone in one week! - back then at any rate. So, I had to come up with a way to fulfil my obligation of 12 applications when there were only one or two (they were totally nazi about it too, as in threatening, tyrannical, would cut off money…..numerous times they did this - many ugly tactics they had at Centrelink and jobs providers – I now have EXTREME HATE FOR ALL THE STAFF WHO WORK THERE, quite frankly I can’t believe someone hasn’t already made a terrorist attack on their buildings)…... maybe why they now have to follow me around where ever I go? Unbelievable stupidity. So, I took the initiative, and came up with a clever plan involving selling my designs; I would go onto seek.com (careers/jobs website with available jobs Australia wide), and starting looking for suitable candidates who I thought may be interested in my fabric designs. It's the perfect place! Not only do they have contact details, and names of the recruitment officer or the company owner/manager, they often have information about themselves and their business, to try and entice candidates. So I targeted people who I thought it might buy them. Marketing myself via this network - and it TOTALLY WORKED. Like I said, I sold quite a lot, enough to keep me in clothes, and for fabrics that were twice the price of what you could get at your local Spotlight, plus were based in America, and not yet a trusted website - it was a pretty good turnaround as far as I'm concerned {I’m sure it was not as many as other designers, but I certainly do not claim to be a ‘world class designer’!! OMG, there are some stunning designs on there. So, but apparently taking this kind of initiative is not allowed according to Centrelink AND Queensland police, thus I was ban. - It never ceases to amaze me how stupid people really are. And exactly still how nazi they are, non-thinking, stupid nazis at Centrelink, and Queensland police. Wake up you backwards retards. As you can see I'm still a little sore about being ban, especially since my whole wardrobe is getting pretty tatty after being ban for so many years now...... BUT guess what? my wardrobe is tatty, YET the dogs are still stealing from me! So even though I don't wear brand-new shiny clothes anymore STILL STEALING FROM ME!! So, your theory, you narcissist control freak idiot nazi woman, was completely wrong - suck it up. Wrongarse. All right; I will try to be more graceful in the whole ‘See I won’ from now on. 2. Double-barred Finch - Taeniopygia bichenovii (my CHANEL Birds) I called them my CHANEL birds….as they are so stylish and smart in their brown and Ivory tailored suits! I loved watching these little birds at Rangari, they were so cute! There were dozens darting around on my veranda, they had little nests in the pandora and jasmine vines. When I was forced to move 700km up to Queensland, to Builyan, the backyard of my rental had an old large walk-in Avery, and guess what, there were these little CHANEL birds; they would come and go out of this Avery frequently, maybe once upon a time the owner used to keep them in there? who knows. But there were hundreds of them, and, I noticed these CHANEL birds were slightly different from the CHANEL birds near Gunnedah. The ones in Queensland were taller, just slightly, and slimmer, also slightly! After I moved from Builyan to Gin Gin and Sarina, – no more Finchy’s! They must only like the heat of the inland. I did put up a bird feeder for them, but it’s been there for months and no birds have even ventured near  I wish I had a better shot above (if I had of known I would have to leave……) that one was all I could find on my pc, plus a little video of them playing in a puddle, that was very pixelated. They never sit still and “pose”!! 3 . The Dedicated Lifestyle of Copying me. Some People are so Weird in their Dysfunction. I had to do a story about this strange phenomenon of copying what I do. The phenomenon of copying me has been going on for years, particularly in the craft world, but things like that don’t matter at all - it’s human nature to see something really cool, and be psyched about it and want to try and make one too. I do it frequently. (I certainly do not condone copying someone’s artwork exactly and calling it yours, which happens – stupid young bimbos). But I am not really talking about that today, I am talking about seeing what I purchase, then wanting one too, and if it’s no longer available, or they don’t want to spend money on such item, then they will just steal my purchase through the post before it reaches me. There are certain couriers who will help the girls steal in this manner. Fastway does it, and some of the post mail contractors will do it, (no convictions of anyone) and of course, they can break into my mail locker (I was informed they have keys for all my padlocks and can break-in at any time, on any whim they get.) plus, I think that bimbo has an exact replica of all my good things, and I suspect, that’s how the chips appear, she is a careless bimbo who inevitably ends up with chips in her crockery, so she replaces my good one for her chipped one, at least 4 times now this has happened. That person or people has turned this copping into a dedicated lifestyle. I don’t think anyone has pointed out to her how dafty she is for copying me. So, I am now; DAFT. I want to add here also copying members of my family, as in people in the community see what my family do, how they treat me, and then they copy them. I have written about this before, but it was stolen, so, it must be an important issue. I’ve mentioned my siblings stole my bag one Christmas, as well as an old Fur Stole, I mean it could’ve been the dogs trying to make it look like it was either Penny or Daniel, or well, even Tomas’s wife Melanie. But specifically, after those items were stolen, I had many many many more items stolen. I mean it could’ve been Daniel, and so then Heath Barwick, Daniels friend, (naive Daniel), has just copied Daniel (no convictions). So, he continued stealing from me for years. I mean this is the stupidity that goes on in the community. I just can’t believe, the older I get, how stupid people are. And it’s not just the stealing. It’s like if my siblings behave disrespectfully to me, which they do, they’re little shits sometimes, members of the community will copy them too, sometimes in exactly the same manner. Then this total copping factor goes much deeper. I know people in the community will copy movies exactly, like Fight Club. I can’t begin to tell you the number of problems I’ve had with food sabotage - they’re just disgusting, and the boys who work at Gunnedah Woolworths are the worst, but still get up to food spoilage in Bundaberg, and possibly at Mackay- they sign that they are sabotaging and contaminating the food. Once I had urine put in my water bottle, (that would have been a neighbour at Gin Gin or my landlords 10 yr old son) I mean disgusting stupid little copycats. There’s one bimbo in particular from Australian Tv industry, I’ve mentioned her before, she was in the hallway at the nursing home - she looked like the Maltese girl at Bonds, pretty sure NOT her, but a look alike. She regularly appears on television doing dog signs, saying that she put cockroaches in my pies, or mice, spits – she is seriously mentally ill, and should be in JAIL. Rack off you stupid dog – I am not talking to you. Once they did signs that they were going to give me monkey meat. I feel like I’m surrounded by disgusting people constantly who have no brain. I don’t know if this is related, but at school there was a bullying incident, it was long forgotten as far as I’m concerned, but 5 yrs later at school, there were 3 girls, who, in effect, ‘stole’ my and my 3 friends, roles as chapel Lieutenant! - after 6mnths, they saw us doing it, and they wanted to do it to. Typical little copycat girls. This situation I’ve been writing about just reminds me of that incident at school, those girls would’ve stolen it out of jealousy, and I’ve never thought it would have been the same girls, but I have just been reminded about a certain incident involving Charlotte, Amy and Sophie Powell -and as one of those girls that stole the chapel lieutenant position was Amy Powell, I’m thinking other thefts in all these years since, might be related - if so, she really needs to get her own life and stop obsessing over me. I think that family may consist of females only – definite imbalance. Possible dishdraw theft? Or that may have been Wainberg’s sister? I just bet the person who stole those shoes above , was the person who stole my dishdraw – jealous dog. Although I noticed certain people in life, who see something that has happened, like a slight injustice like that, have heard about it somehow, and then recreate the situation, but with different people - they literally do this. Sickoes, I would think there’s something wrong with them and their heads, to do that. 4. The Power Games People Play – typical dysfunction and abuse, in families and workplaces This has been a problem, way before I started to take note of why, and what was actually going on in the situation. And, when it comes to these types of issues, dad, has really not been a problem, until, 2005; {because I felt, he was manipulated by female dogs; he was weak}. I had to briefly move back in with him, after I left rmit in Melbourne, as I had nowhere to live. Mum had died by this point. So, I noticed, I had certain old men in the community copying dad - I think I might know what that was about – around that time, I used to visit the online library catalogue, and borrow heaps of books, I like knowing about things that I do. (This was before the library incident, if you read “Gunnedah Council Library Dogs – devious plans to steal through fines” – as I can no longer go the library, thankgoodness for google now. So, l went to the library to borrow that book “The Games People Play" they had to order it in, they did not have it. Because I’m aware that people play stupid power games, but really have no idea what they do (as someone who is healthy and has common-sense, stupid power games is not something I get off on, nor did I really ever take much of an interest in other people’s psyche, but probably felt it would be an area I should know about, given the problems I was having from the community re harassment and thieving). But all they got in, at the Gunnedah library was a book about children’s games like hopscotch, they didn’t have the other version, if it exists? and refused to get it in for me. This was the time I was having monumental problems with a whole lot of cars parked outside my house in Henry st (like about 10), and they would rev theirs cars all at once and suddenly leave at specific times, repeated often, plus verbal harassments, and theft. I was there for about 5mnths before I was ‘saved’ with an offer of another house out of town. I was doing the Horticulture course at the Tafe every day, while I was there. The car thing is a bit hard to explain, but it was a ‘thing’, designed to manipulate. Also in this time people, young men would come down to my house and let dogs out – they looked like stray bulldogs from the pound? At the time I remember thinking, did he just go and break them out of the pound and decide to drop them in the middle of town, so as to be ‘free’? I had no idea at the time of what he was up to, – and he was up to something, very offensive. Heaps of other things happened outside where I was living there, major problems from many young hooligan type people in the community, let alone what was going on inside; So, other men in the community who respect Dad, as he knew practically everyone. They copy him, they see his game and want to play too, people like Coll Atkinson and Peter Lee from the Tafe, also Mark Kesby (the pin) and that old man from the 2nd hand shop, heaps of others - weakness at a whole new level. I believe this is a game specifically for old men, but since many people could see the game, they all wanted to play. So, I believe that’s what everyone in the whole town was doing; playing power games with me, just so I understood – no book necessary. We'll show you. We'll teach you a lesson. Fuck them all and they’re all be going to hell - stupid little people. (And so, some of those men would just be the tools. Gunnedah council girls / Gunnedah local radio / Gunnedah Art gallery GUILTY – burn in hell). So, back in 2005, these ‘games’ that dad played, were basically, I felt, a form of abuse, I felt like I was the victim of domestic violence at the time, just not in the usual way that people associate with abuse, i.e., sexual or physical. It was psychological torment in the form of bullying, ‘social’ abuse (gang mentality) I will give you examples of his power games (bear in mind, there are many more examples that other people do, that I DO NOT WANT TO LIST); Using a “stand over” phase and intimidation, with looks and gestures, in order to manipulate or make feel inadequate. Verbally abusing things, I care about, pets, to me when drunk. Making issues out of things I know he does not really care about () fight fight fight Making me think I’m crazy. Not acknowledging things that are going on – undermining my opinion, and disbelieving me. Making me feel guilty, and using humiliation to do so. Not taking my concerns seriously. “Ti-ti” verbal negative comments, and passive aggressive face pulling re my choice of clothing. Interfering with my property - territorial issues. And I am pretty sure he had help to accomplish all these ‘games’ - completely manipulated by women on the local ABC, (Billy Baxter?) and dog hoons in Gunnedah, I think they do signs to him about me, shaming him. (Cathy Goldman is probably involved - many dogs from that school, NEGS, who try to blame dad for all my problems, rather than the school I went to and the dogs from that school who follow me wherever I go, (and still do in 2023). So, while I was staying at Dads then, they saw it as an opportunity to manipulate dad, so he could take the blame. Dad – so naïve about women.) They shame him, their biggest tactic to manipulate. He is weak to be manipulated by them. I never remembered dad to be like this, and play these ‘games’, back when I used to live at home as a young person before I went away to school. And I know he did not treat mum with such disdain either. The only thing I specifically remember dad having an issue with, was rambunctious confident show offs! none of his kids were going to be loudmouth braggers, especially the girls! (I believe this to be a whole country wide Australian problem, with no one being allowed to ‘rock the boat’ so to speak, too. Plus, I believe that’s why he got his promotion at work to be the boss, he’s the type of person that never rocks the boat - so the powers that be, could be the powers that be, without having to be the boss! Course, he had some personal issues his own, issues going on which I’ve put down to the fact, that he, like me, was most likely humiliated as a child, same as I was by Debbie Croft in fourth class. But back and dad’s day, it was much worse because there was also physical violence with the cane, and they were even less evolved about how to raise a child. So, I strongly felt, this was a game for him at that time in his life (his 50’s), and a game for the dogs on the local ABC, he and they felt like they were doing me and the community a favour by showing Power Games. (He was also pissed off with having lost mum). All involved will be getting cancer and dying – shame on you – real shame. Also, I have encounted other men, fathers, whose power games were way worse, and often illegal in their bizarre form - some people take these games very seriously, and make it their life purpose to play, and in effect be ‘the most powerful’ – IDIOTS After reading the story someone told me that apparently it's a thing for men in their 50’s - they suddenly understand all about power and want it all, and do mean things in order to get it. That's why a lot of man will leave their wives, and hook up with a young naïve woman, because she still doesn't understand about the whole ‘power game’ situation. Btw, I mentioned the dogs on the local radio, as I have noticed, my family refuse to acknowledge the dogs – they cannot handle them at all, (I blame morning show tv for that, they never talk about negative issues that people need to be able to handle) Penny and Daniel especially also cannot handle the dogs. (Tomas heard one on the radio once when I was visiting Henry st, I think he knew something as afoot). I need to add, at the moment at my new address in QLD, I am still having problems with blonde bimbos wanting me to say hello to me, - much worse in Gunnedah, especially around that time. STUPID WOMEN) (read my “Hello Bimbos” photo story,) SO, BUT then when I do say hello, like a forced encounter that they set up – to trick me, (I was going to put the example here, but that person is not worthy of me talking about her!), so then when I did say hello, she turned away and strode off. Like that was her point, to get me to say hello, so then she could ignore me. A power play – insinuating, you are beneath me, and I am not going to respond to you. Please, this behaviour is the epitome of a stupid blonde, only a stupid blonde would think of a plan like this, then only a stupid blonde would do it. (Before this incident I had no reason to assume she was stupid, but after that – STUPID. Well, I guess, at least she not a zombie! Here is a good spot to express my thoughts about a certain situation, because several times over the 15 years I was living back in Gunnedah, I heard some girls over talking about me, and they noted my living situation, and what I was doing with my life, and said to me that my father has totally screwed me. And I thought at the time it was really odd because I was quite happy in my situation, aside from a few things that I had to deal with. I thought maybe they were confused, because I was single, maybe they thought I had been sexually abused in my family childhood - but that certainly was not the case. But in 2024 and with my current living situation at the moment; I know exactly what those girls were talking about; A woman needs her own place to live at. She cannot be used as a guinea pig by rental landlords if she wants any type of quality life. And this needed to be arranged with caring parental guidance back at the naive age of 18, or even before. A woman cannot be reliant on other people to provide in any way, shape or form. I remember talking to him about it at one point, it was just before I moved into the Rangari farm house, I said to him I thought I could build my own house for $40,000 (of course not including the land, the slab or the electrics and plumbing, plus no doubt the windows! – they would be extra). But he could have helped out at that point, but he just ignored me. 5. Renters Tips - byo induction cooker – piggyback the electrics I purchased this ‘half induction / half regular,’ electric stovetop cooker about six years ago . I easily sat it on top of my awful rental electric coil cooker/stove grill, by piggybacking the coloured wires (or easily fitting a 20amp plug for those who have sockets). And it is brilliant! it’s the best $500 I’ve ever spent! Not only that, but I can take it with me to any rental and easily set it up on top of the existing ‘very old-fashioned’ 4 hotplate oven/grill, which seems to accompany every rental I’ve ever had (no one updates ever, even when technology and price overtake by great strides). So, together with my convection microwave, (which was only $160) - I have top-of-the-line cookware in even the lowest cheapest rentals available. I thought it worth mentioning: if you’re a long-term renter, invest in one of these, it blows the socks off any rental cooker I’ve ever encountered. Half induction, half ordinary - brilliant. So easy to clean saves me hours of tough cleaning. Here is a good a spot; ‘General Electric’ is an American company, which unbelievably, is still in operation, this company is the most evil over charging company in the world, and I can’t believe it is still in operation Wake UP Americans and boycott that greedy dishonest sneaky company. 6. Money Saver for Electricity , If you want to see a photo of the cover, go here Money Saver for Electricity re Hot Water A lot of people don’t know this, but you can actually take the cover of your hot water electric system, (off with a Philips head screwdriver), on most systems. And most (not all) systems have a little switch there, where you can turn it up or down, and if you turn it down from 80°C to 60°C, you save about $50 a quarter (I tested it!). I find for me, one person, 60°C is perfect (50°C is too cold, I tried it). Here is a good spot to talk about electricity since moving to Queensland; I've mentioned before on my blog, the first time I got my new bill without the solar panels at my new location in Builyan, I was freaking out, because I thought it would be astronomical without my 5kw solar panel system. But it was WAY less in a 3-bedroom home, which tells me, and everybody, that I was getting totally screwed by my previous provider in Gunnedah (Essential Energy, they changed their name to AGL). So they would have been stealing at least $400 a quarter, if not up to $600 from me personally - I did a whole story about it with more details. No apologies from them ofcourse. But so, even when I moved from Builyan to Colosseum, my electricity bill was still reasonable, and I didn't have to deal with the electricity company like I did in Gunnedah; constantly calling them up and telling them about the black outs. Although when I did for connection/disconnection, well, they were NICE! I was just very impressed with Queensland electricity (Ergon). Although my unit at Sarina was so tiny, 5m x 7m yet electricity bills were more than my previous address at Gin Gin, by a lot, $200. Could be from the insulation, in particular roofing. I am pretty sure the old motel at Sarina did not have any insulation in the roof, nor did it have ‘roof space’. I had to have the fan on pretty much all summer at night, whereas, at Gin Gin, (and even though the climate is pretty much the same), I only had it on about 2 or 3 nights the whole summer! And that comes down to insulation, PLUS an extra tall/high ceiling space at Gin Gin. I can’t believe the rules are not stricter; laws about insulation. A little bit of savvy goes along way, in saving a lot of money, not to mention in comfort. Looking back, that unit was UNBEARABLE. Plus, it costs me $1200 in a new futon from the mould in that unit  Compensation? At Gin Gin, there was also one of those very small hot water systems, the kind that you find in a campervan. I don’t think they make them any more (?) I tried to google one to find a price, and all I could see was cars (?). that little system was so good I made a YouTube video about it (but they deleted my account along with that vid). So together with that system, was a 50m real of blueline poly on the roof for sun hot water - brilliant for one person; better, hotter than some other bigger more expensive hotwater systems in some rentals. So, my electricity bill at Gin Gin, was pretty much half what it was at Sarina! And I didn’t run any cameras; at Gin Gin I had 8 cameras running constantly. I later found out that Ergon, at Sarina, did not physically read the meters at that unit, especially mine, as the meter was locked inside the room below, so they just estimated, which I hear is quite common. So this may explain the more expensive bill. Something else in life you simply cannot do anything about. (I was saved at my next address with the Gov’s Electricity Cost of living supplement – thank God!) 7.Thieving Perverts around 43 Audley St, Petersham NSW, Bad inner-city suburbs of Sydney If you read my “dream watches” or “ Cleaning up the Trash of Society”, about problems I had with people, dozens, sometimes hundreds of people hoarding outside my house at night, particularly when I lived in Petersham, but also at Pendle Hill and Hornsby, and my problem re thinking my private thoughts and image transfer – quick recap; I recalled thinking to myself, when I was living at Petersham, that I would like to get a cat, but then I thought Petersham was really an awful area, I wouldn’t want to “raise” a cat in such a restricted environment. Then I was thinking that would be true of kids, I wouldn’t want to raise kids in an inner-city suburb like Petersham. I believe some of those dogs, either next door, or, who knows where? heard my personal thoughts, and taken my personal thoughts to heart, implying that their local suburb is CRAP. And this/these persons has then proceeded to follow me around, I would say for about 20yrs (?) plus who has harassed me, and most likely steals from me; AS, at that time I had my wallet/bag stolen. It was stolen at night from inside my house. It was later found (with no money) next door at no 41 Audley St, Petersham, in their garage, next to a litter of kittens. I’m 100% sure it’s related to dog bimbos who heard my personal thoughts re raising a cat, and then took bimbo offence at my passing thought of Petersham being an unsuitable suburb for a cat. Plus, there were, I think 2 teenage boys who lived at no 41, who used to perv on me through a drain pipe on the side of their house – it’s probably still there, it looks straight in to my – what would be a bedroom, but I turned it into a sewing room. It’s like that open pipe was put there deliberate to perv on the neighbours rented bedroom – such a disgusting neighbourhood – little boys – you are NOT worthy. (Reminiscent of my current rental house having a door that just slots out, so it can be broken into…or when I got out of the shower, there was a plumbing camera making a quick exit out the window) I feel like in my whole adult life, I have been surrounded by complete stupid thieving morons. It’s very seldom have I come across someone who has common sense, and who is anywhere near part respectful or polite, this is the same for young kids, young adults, or adults, they all act in the same way. Male or female. So many dysfunctionals. My theory of Petersham being an unsuitable neighbourhood is true, it still stands. You shouldn’t raise your kids in such a crap suburb. And don’t have kids unless you can afford to buy them a house when they turn 18 so they don’t have to rent from perverts. PERVERTS. Or in a neighbourhood with perverts. I think I mentioned it on my other story where I described that Petersham house I was living in - it was really horrid, I mean an awful, kind of poverty like situation reminiscent of those tenaments in New York City back in the day!! So I want to add, anything I do whilst I lived in that house is not going to work out, the whole vibe of the situation ruins everything – maybe a man could handle that kind of ugliness, but not a woman. Btw, I was working then, same as, full time, and that place was the only place I could afford. Total waste of working. Btw, the police used to patrol around, and they would see all those people outside my flat “what are all those people doing there”!! lol clueless police, clueless. Not crazy – there’s your proof. I remember some other thought I had at Petersham - I remember thinking about the petty theft that goes on in that neighbourhood, then thinking about how, as I was growing up in Gunnedah we never had to worry about that, nothing of mine or my families, was ever taken - we always left our house open, the windows open, it was only if we went away on holidays that dad felt like he should do the right thing and shut off everything and lock up the house before we left - but I don’t think he did it because he was scared someone would break in and steal, it was just like his manly fatherly duties that he should do that! And so, in thinking about that fact, at Petersham one night, I was kind of, in affect boasting about it, and Gunnedah, especially when compared to Petersham. So I bet, in retrospect, some little dog – probably the same ones, would’ve heard me ‘boasting’ and so probably used that as a reason to steal from me. Infact they could be the 6 young men that came out to my house at Rowan Leigh, when I moved back to Gunnedah, they could be responsible for all the thefts that happened to me in Gunnedah after I returned, they followed me up to Gunnedah from Petersham? Possible. Stupids – meet the stupids. If you grew up in the country, probably best to stay in the country! I know after I returned from Melbourne, I had considerably more items stolen then, and I am pretty sure the girls I went to RMIT were following me too and stealing from me. Orchestrated by someone like Cathie Goldman. Inner city suburbs are full of thieves. I do not recommend living in the inner city suburbs unless you want be plagued by trashy little thieving leech bimbos for the next 20 odd years – or until you start writing a Blog about them!!! Update in 2025 apparently Melbourne is worse!! Btw, there was a lady and her 2 kids, 2 grown men, next door to me, and they had a cat, and I don’t think she ever changed her catlitter ever. At any rate, she used to leave it next to the window, which was always open, and the window would go into the hallway and the draft would carry the smell directly into my unit from the window, so the window was right at my front door. It was beyond bad. I mean, it was a total stench. It was disgusting. Like, as in hold you breath while your at the door. So, as a result I couldn’t use the front door, I totally blocked it up on the inside with heavy fabric and door snakes to stop any drafts, so then I used the back door, but that created some problems because every time it rained, the door shifted, and it didn’t lock, then it would dry out and shift back after I had changed the position of the lock!! One night I was broken into because of the door shift, and they stole my bag and wallet, money. But I didn’t complain ever about that women and her sons (she reminded me of Miss Cox!). I was there 18 months and when I moved out, I noted on the very same day that I was moving, this woman was moving too. I thought at the time ‘Oh well that’s too bad it wasn’t before’ – just really bad. On that day I encountered her and her two boys, they were rude to me. I wondered what an earth I had done to invoke such a reaction? I thought maybe they thought I complained about the smell and were being booted?? WAS NOT ME. I’m writing about this now, because those two boys I saw with her, possibly the same ones harassing me at the Mt Annan Botanical garden? holding a grudge against me re the cat smell? And following me around and stealing from me?? I think they spat in my lunch and I got sick? So I would just like to put down for the record: Hey, you little arseholes I didn’t make any complaints against your stinky mother. As if. I am not from Petersham! I would otherwise maybe have thought that unit was just another “punishment” by the stupid bimbo bully dogs, but as I recall, that place was organized by male rental guys. I don’t think you could find any male rental guys anymore. Or maybe she is like that other women from back then, the tomato roll woman, who named her daughter after me and has stalked and followed me around for like 20 years??? NUTTERS! 8. Australian Medicare Australia likes to think it has good health care for everyone, but it’s not really true, and needs to be greatly improved, especially in the ‘subsidy and rebate’ areas that Medicare offer. ALL areas of health need to be included, not just GP visits, so Specialists, like rebates for, Physio, Osteo, Chyro, Massage and Podiatry (these are just things I’ve needed, so there’s bound to be many others needed too). With those rebates this would also remove the need for the ridiculous health care plan which is sometimes known as chronic disease management plan. It’s sort of a crossover area, the term chronic disease is very vast, it covers areas from Aids management, to having a sore foot. So, where an eligible person (person with a healthcare card from Centrelink) may be suffering from a sore foot, and doesn’t even have a diagnosis yet, so needs to see a specialist merely just for diagnosis, before even determining what kind of treatment /care this person will need – yet to get that diagnosis, they need to be put on the healthcare plan in order to see the specialist. In fact, this situation is so ridiculous I really don’t know how Queensland health or probably the whole of Australia health for that matter have come up with such a ridiculous program and way to treat medical conditions. Maybe they don’t want to admit that GP, cannot diagnose all medical conditions. (Only took 3 yrs to diagnose my Collapsed Arch, and even then, only by a Chiro, no GP even thought about). And bear in mind, a care plan only lasts 12mnths, that is 1 care plan per 12mnths, so if you have said, a sore foot, and a sore shoulder at the same time, you will not be able to seek medical attention for one of the problems. Also, the care plan includes, well it’s meant to include, 5 visits to the chosen health professional, so that’s 5 visits without having to pay, that’s what it is meant to happen, in theory, but in practice that’s NOT how it is at all. A lot of those professionals will charge an initial fee, sometimes you can part claim back some on a Medicare claim, for others you can’t, and in my experience and they’ll go ahead and charge a second fee for you anyway, and often refuse you a visit, cutting your care plan short. One female physio in Gunnedah refused to treat me as I was a female, and not a young good looking football player. Also, the concept of rebates for massage is so foreign to people, but I have to talk about it because of the benefits of massage, particularly amongst people over 40- it’s really essential. Massage works on the Immune system - massage prompts the release of endorphins – the brain chemicals (neurotransmitters) that produce feelings of wellbeing. Levels of stress hormones, such as adrenalin, cortisol and norepinephrine, are also reduced, thus improving the immune system. This is scientific fact, not some weird hippy philosophy. There are many other health aspects to massage like: Reduced muscle tension Improved circulation Stimulation of the lymphatic system Increased joint mobility and flexibility Improved skin tone Improved recovery of soft tissue injuries Heightened mental alertness Reduced anxiety and depression. There needs to be something along the lines of a SUBSIDY OR A REBATE for massage for everyone, I would say at least 1 per month for every individual over the age of 40. I know the Gov can afford this. And while you’re at it Gov, boost the number of Massage therapists too, Afterall, it’s not Rocket Science, all you really need for it, is a “Feel for It” (despite what they say) I would expect at least 2 Massage clinics on every block! That is how beneficial they are to health. If the government does not know the health benefits of Massage and Physio by this point in time, then there is no hope for you. (I strongly suspect the QLD gov has no idea). Anyway, I know I need massage, physio, osteo, Chyro, podiatry, at the very least, to maintain functional health – and Medicare does not pay for these health concerns, and as a result, I am pretty much immobile and have issued me a Medical Certificate. 9. My Life Contributions and/or I should call it aid and inspire; Because not my invention for most listed below, but due to my impatient nature, and slow progress of mankind, I can speed things up a bit and give clarity to importance. • Back to roots / grow your own FOOD. • TRIPLE Twin wall Polycarbonate Roofing skylight FOR perfect Australian sun insulation. • The quadruple massage shower - turns out this was already invented, obviously a case of ‘Great Minds Think Alike!’ called Vitchy shower, btw, only 2 in North QLD – booked out • Deep seated couches / sofas (it’s a wonder what a mere observational conversation can do). • Shower Gel / Moisturising Body Wash instead of soap • Exposed Powers that be, democracy gov as democracy fraud, run by women stealing under pretence of democracy. • Apparently contributed to better primary education system (hopefully, it was pretty bad). • Debit card. • Discovered World War 2 was really about hair colour (and rich jews) - And by the way I can’t believe how stupid you have to be to be offended if someone was having a go at your hair colour. I mean you got to know that at least most likely half the population of the whole rest of the world has got the same hair colour as you; how could you possibly be offended and take any sly comment personally? to be offended would be BIMBO response, and suffering from inferiority complex. Toughen up you little imbeciles and put your ego away. (In the Ukraine or somewhere (I really ought to pay more attention…), but around that war time, there was 1 (connected) man in the army, who had a dislike of his friend, with competition, morals/shame and a woman, being the underlying factors that contributed to his city /village and whole surrounds being destroyed in the name of the war – 1 man, it was 1 selfish egotistical (stupid) and WILFUL man’s fault, that many lives and homes were lost; all based on coercion from 1 person. • Exposed the pointlessness of tetanus shots. • Exposed the thieving nature of women. • Misting Fans. • Encourage replacement Ozone treatments instead of chlorine systems in pools/spas. • How to be calm in stressful situations for stupid mental health workers -Pinup girl for healthy mental health (OMG QLD mental health stupid) Drought times, lack of rain psyche, farmers gone nuts due to drought –behave rebelliously • Extra-large coffees. Stop stealing my coffee cups you bimbos. • Nipple covers! • Breville potato peeling • Scrap booking (well, that was mum actually; she had an idea that I should write about our family holiday when we went to Bali with photos and brochures (age 11yrs) She and my teacher noticed after I did that, my school work and writing greatly improved) I continued to keep the scrap book going for each holiday, and I showed some girls at school in yr 9, the English teacher saw it, next thing you know, all the girls were instructed to do it, then now, you see, the whole world does scrap booking! btw, save your diary scrapbooks, you will want to see them in 50 years’ time. • Made Long-life milk taste better, plus heaps of food related / Coles items • Snuggle pot and cuddle pie made into fabrics • Recycle timber, not just chuck old bits out • Zip line for all ages • Pointless awareness re “medical professionals” singling out scoliosis kids • Mother’s and wives no longer ironing husbands shirts! • Hand moisturizer sanitiser • Large umbrellas for everyday rain use instead of the piddly small ones! • Pro movement push re the textile Design for the masses – design your designs • Wild gardens • Cat food gravy meats instead of in jelly (jelly? What were they thinking) • Exceptions to 48hr missing persons (police applying common sense rather than blindly following the nazi rules). • Got the pollies to fix the electricity theft from greedy private electricity companies (still out of pocket by $1000’s already, the whole family) • Coming up with the ‘No Roll Picot edge Cast On’ • Free natives from Landcare nurseries for anyone who wants one (save the koalas) – I see many councils now implemented free ones to rate payers, only rate apyers, so that’s not me (so no free ones to me, after I had this idea - the absurdness of my situation). The neighbourhood I am in now, poisons and steals my trees. BIZZARO world. {I can still here Gunnedah landcare, “we’re private, we can’t hand out free trees” lol}. There are heaps of others, I can’t remember them all. 10. Movies Dividing People Passively, Silently Encouraging Class and Movie Talk I’m outraged of Netflix movies telling stories, showing hoity toity twits snubbing people who have a trade, like a mechanic, calling them losers who have no future. Do those idiots know how much mechanics charge? mechanics are rich! Just because they’re not a doctor or a lawyer doesn’t mean they’re unworthy in any way -wake up you idiots. And stop spreading propaganda in such a divisive social class way, how dare you make mechanics feel unworthy. They are a vital part of our community, and we all would be lost without them. Yes I am talking to you; the creators of the movie “endless love” by Georgia Department of economic development, Dentsu Inc/Fuji television network Inc, Bluegrass Films fake Empire production, writers Shana Feste, Joshua Safran. I had to mention that movie, even though it didn’t have any reflective dogs or stupid sound editors in it, {which is a bloody miracle}. Maybe the Georgia Department of economic development has a secret plan to rid the town of too many mechanics, and they have a doctor shortage, is the only explanation isn’t it. Not related to that movie, but man I get annoyed watching movies when they're having a tragic scene, and the young girl or wife starts crying; then she's immediately given a tablet like Valium. So irresponsible! People go through tragic times, it's inevitable and part of life, it's not a situation where you need to be zonked out. You need to be fully functioning and aware through all of life, not just the happy times. do not expect fairytales {fairytales are only for the very special 😁}. But it is scenes like that, that perpetuate an ok mentality of ‘zombie bimbo’ women in the real world. Stand up to those bloody movie directors; not hysterical, and can deal with the situation without drugs, thanks very much! Then there’s those movies that portray "bad" people, you know with tattoos, and warts - and ugly faces; ‘cooking’ drugs in their dingy urban slum buildings or caravan, out in the hicks....When really, all of those street drugs are manufactured in pharmaceutical laboratories by the big companies, same ones that make ibuprofen and aspirin, and all the rest that you've heard of - they are trying to make as much money as possible – the more stupid kids there are who take drugs to be cool- the richer and happier they are. And all of the young people that come through, in each generation, are preyed upon in this manner. {Because they've been raised by these bimbo parents, who half the time cannot even see what’s going on let alone taught them any better, bumblers. But go on police, why don't you give me another fake speeding ticket and ban me from FB, so all those little old ladies who are making a motza from young people on drugs, don't have to be afraid of being found out. Stupid Queensland police. I love watching movies, but movie people in America seem to have so much money and time, like they spend thousands of dollars on employment, costumes, sets, etc the whole works; I mean don't they feel guilty wasting all that money when there's so many things that could be better spent. Like housing, for the whole of America just for starters. Then there’s parenting and family guidance. Plus, crime, regulation covering the retail sectors, so many problem areas…… but I'm pretty sure ,movie industry people are in cahoots with the criminals who break into people's homes? Like professional criminals who don’t actually work, they just sit around devising ways they can steal from other people. The ‘stupids’. I'm certain it is the movie industry that is in cahoots with the criminals. Like I've mentioned I can't watch Netflix anymore because I have too many things stolen. Yesterday I think I saw the worst movie I've ever seen, ever, it was just so tedious, the only reason why I continued to watch it was because there were no dogs in it (always a nice treat), and it was set by the ocean (love the ocean). But the woman playing the lead was just infuriating, she was so slow…. I felt like I needed to watch the whole movie on speed two (like you can do in YouTube) but you can't in Prime Vid (until later). Anyway, the reason I'm mentioning it, was because there was a scene in it where she threw the phone, and it was a monumental anger scene, and it was all in slow motion. Slowly we see phone, being smashed to pieces - it was one of those old-fashioned phones with a dial. So that scene really resonated with me; as not only have seen so many movies since I collapsed my arch, with sneaky manipulative phone product placement {so passive aggressive, often so cleverly done that you wouldn't even know that it's happening; just a part of the scene}, but what I have written about before on my blog ‘dogs on phones’; they follow me around with their phone, except they're not actually talking to anyone, they're talking to me, which is highly annoying, because you know I'm sure as hell not talking to them. Apparently, I've been told, they do it because they don't want to appear crazy when they're talking to me, as it would look like they are talking to themselves – WHICH HELLO, YOU ARE!! SO, I often feel like throwing a phone too! I'm sick of these product placement people and marketing people. When you watch a movie you just want to sit down and relax, you don't want to have to be on guard against product placement. Actually, I feel like there has been attempt within the industry to curb their blatant product placement, which is always appreciated. As I'm getting older I have noticed also the only stories I'm starting to tolerate, are true stories. There have been some bloody good ones. But I see a lot of movie industry is only about "employment", the employment industry, especially in the UK! So, I prefer a more "story industry" approach! And, movies have changed since the 80s, back then it was based on a true story, there were a lot of exaggerations, because movie people think the audience can’t handle the frank truth, whereas now there is more reality and truth portrayed in the “true stories” ones. More tolerance for all of life I guess. Actually, you can see, a ‘clear path of psychological evolvement’; 80s attitude is just slightly backwards, especially in matters regarding women, antisocial behaviours, ethnic intolerance, physical violence and communication. A clear path of evolvement. Another thing that they do repeatedly: so many movies where there is a serious accident, usually involving the spine, and everyone on scene's reaction is ‘quick get them up into the ambulance. When in reality doing that may cause EXTREME PROBLEMS, you've gotta stop everything and just try and suss out, what's going on, because movement can make spine injuries much worse. I sometimes watch movies dpn YouTube, there seems to be a whole bunch of free Christian movies, some of them are really lovely. It got me thinking; I bet there's no mention in the Bible about 'dogs', like what I'm talking about here on my blog. I mean, there is definite mention of stealing. THOU SHAKT NOT! But there is no mention of female bimbos who follow me around? No mention of bimbos who verbally harass me out in public {when I'm on my own especially}? No mention of women who can hear me and annoy the friggin crap out of me? No mention of exactly how stupid asleep women can be? You know, I suspect that's why there is zero intolerance for me on social media. If it’s not in the bible it’s not true. It seems they want to protect this big secret of what woman are really like. And not just the people of now, but people of the past - people who wrote the Bible; men. This was why I was been ban! People cannot deal with this ugly reality of life - they would prefer things to be all good and "normal" with no intangible stuff going on at all. They can't even acknowledge the truth of this stupidity. They are pathetic and scared. Stupid pathetic and scared. Still. Back then and still now. My opinion of people can be the only one that I can form, I have no choice but to see this truth about humans. Stupid pathetic and scared. I never underestimate the power of media, and how it can influence a young person’s mind. I noticed one day while watching the makings of ‘The sound of music’, and ‘Mary Poppins’, both with Julie Andrews, I realised I saw these movies as a child, (and aside from being probably one of the best, if not the very best children's show ever, also enjoyed by adults), there is an underlying subconscious message of how "to live" in these movies, how to be happy and make the best in any situation. Not that I was raised on television, in fact we weren't allowed to really watch much television at all, but responsible movies like that have a huge impact on a person's psyche. Those creative people coming up with shows like that influence the whole of society on a subconscious level. Image above is my fabric design “Venus Gift Stripes Gradient Pale Silver Pink F ”. This is one of my stripes that has a gradient white/ shaded grey, which makes the stripes look like they have a silver stroke outline, kind of a little bit sparkly, but without the sparkles. I really like it. 11. The Good Door Story with Mouse Story I can’t begin to tell you what a pleasure it was growing up in a big old country style house, built from timber, with custom-built doors and windows, plus other good features like wrap around veranda’s. The modern houses often don’t have as much time and effort put into them. Even though the modern houses are usually brick, and so have much better insulation and sometimes much better functionality, there’s just something about timber, and feelings that timber inspire. I urge all homeowners to strive to do something different in their home to make it unique and special. A mass-produced house, or as I like to call them, ‘plainjanes’, I imagine, just wouldn’t provide such fond memories (in my opinion, it’s not only memories of people and family, but house is equally important. The home memories carry through all adult life. So, make your home special. Even plainjanes can be jazzed up! So, at school, in the dining room, there were 12 girls to a table and there were about, I don’t know, maybe 30 tables in the big dining hall, with a huge big double door at one end the room. I recall now, other girls used to stare at me at my table, it must have been kind of unnerving, but actually I didn’t really notice too much at the time, I just did not pay too much attention to other girls, infact thinking about it, I was pretty much disinterested in mostly everything at that bloody school. But something would happen; eventually, as I was sitting waiting for meals, or meals to end, staring around, doing nothing, eventually, I would smile, just a little smile would cross my face (unbeknownst to me at the time). I recall about it later, as I know about the other girls who just stared at me – a little obsession out of boredom, some sort of staring contest that bimbos do. But they would try and figure out what I was smiling at. Because I would say, I did it at every meal. So, finally I worked out, I think it was like 20 years later, that it was the smile that had them all baffled, and the smile was about those big double doors, when I looked at them, eventually my thought process would get around to what they reminded me of, which was my old bedroom in the farm homestead that we used to live in. Those big double wooden doors leading from my bedroom onto the Veranda. One time, one morning, I had woken and was just laying there still half asleep, and suddenly I saw a little mouse scurrying along the skirting boards, then disappearing under the crack of those big doors, and actually, the little mouse was taking its time really, not scurrying too much, he didn’t know that I was just laying there watching him. So that was the memory, those doors reminded me of that little mouse, and why I would eventually get this little wry smile on my face, as those control freak dog girls starred at me. Those bimbos would have buckleys chance of working out why I was smiling. J “Oh, just a happy childhood is all”. It is those girls who still follow me around, harass me and steal from me. No such happy child hood for them. Seriously, what possesses people to simply stare at someone for literally hours? It was not like I was some ‘stunning beauty’, oh contrare! It seems to be some weird female trait, to obsess and meddle in others business. I think it’s dog related. An unevolved characteristic. 12. Bad Actors who do Not take their Job Seriously And as a Result Disrespects the Central Character’s Life These moviemakers, well storytellers, were trying to manipulate the viewer one side or the other, you choose; the debate was about whether there should be laws put in place to convict people who were involved in wars, and caused atrocities, and generally acted like Nazis. It was a true story from the 1940’s about the war conferences held to determine crimes and punishments. One side would say their argument, and the viewer could easily agree with it, they win, but then the other side put their case forward, even more eloquently so, and so the viewer would easily agree with that side. Then a third judge would add to the debate stating if there were no laws before the war you can’t apply the laws made after the war to the previous war - which of course confuses the whole situation. Anyway, the story whilst being a valuable debate is not the point of what I’m trying to make here, my point is the people portraying the story, the actors, I felt were not taking their roles seriously, may have been ad-libbing in spiteful and bitchy ways, also whilst tooting car horns - most inappropriate. So much so, I could not watch after ½ hr or so, so missed out on the full story. I’m writing about it because actors need to take their job seriously, even if it is a cushy job! Telling somebody else’s life story needs to be treated with respect. 13. Meddling Mary’s, Modern in Victorian st -none of your business One day when I was watching my favourite show ‘Grand Designs’, the camera crew were talking to members of the public about the upcoming house that was being built. And this camera crew came across to me as rather manipulative, they wanted to stir up trouble, as in get the neighbour to say they don’t like it, it does not belong, and create a big neighbourhood conflict. And those neighbours really had no idea that they were being manipulated. I mean if they really sat down looked at the big picture, applied some common sense, they would realise that they don’t really care if the neighbour’s house is white or grey, or if it’s too modern or too old-fashioned. And even if they didn’t like it, this is an opinion which should be kept to themselves, or discussed within their household - it certainly shouldn’t be taken to a committee before council!! It is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS how your neighbours wish to renovate their home THEIR HOME THEIR MONEY. Or how they want their new house to be shaped, or coloured! I find it extraordinary how Council will tolerate this kind of community conflict, it’s like they relish in this conflict, so then they can play sides and then go on powertripping rule making and decision-making process. When in fact, any conflict of this nature, should be dismissed immediately, and those nuisance neighbours should be informed that indeed it is NOT any of their business and they shouldn’t be so jealous, and they should revel in their neighbours happiness. Shame on councils and nosy neighbours. Btw, there are privacy laws in Australia, to protect people against someone prying into their personal business, like no address or car rego details are made public. Unless what someone’s doing is illegal, it’s probably not worth the time to look into it. That, plus it may violate privacy rights and you could, in theory, get in trouble (a right being a guide rather than a law - in my experience the powers that be, don’t give a flying fig about privacy) I of all people, know how important privacy is, especially when it comes to backyards and earshot situations (no prying neighbours thanks very much) Not to mention privacy online, I have been tracked and banned from many social media websites, this would have come about due to a violation of my privacy. Google: guilty, there appears to be one black dog cunt who works there, it could be Nikki Barret, who has decided to ban ALL my google map reviews – she, is a fucked person, who I personally hope, burns in hell. Anyway, I am straying off subject, what I’m trying to say, is activity/construction/renovation/plans, need to be kept private from neighbours and other jealous members of the community. Having members of the neighbourhood allowed to have a say in your business or construction, is a ridiculous concept. I can’t believe it’s even a topic on Grand Designs. The prominent architect, goes on to say that this is one of the biggest problems in gaining planning permission from councils, as they listen to what jealous spiteful neighbors have to say!! Ridiculous. Why would you even ask the neighbours what they thought - don’t ask them. I believe this is a UK problem, I’ve not heard this to be a problem in Australia, most Australians are too scared to buck the trend anyway, or have no money to build a modern home. They get what the government says. In Australia, I find the general attitude of the whole community is NOT to respect anyone else’s privacy, very true in my experience, so nosy, such perves, most people. Although I realize it was because of all the shonky home builders that councils had to step in, in the first place. Still if someone wants to build a modern house in a Victorian street, I say GO AHEAD. Here is a good spot to mention the topic of an old federation homes, and conservation. I recall back in the 80’s which was the time when “Federation” really took off in my area in Australia, and they wanted to “preserve” old buildings by listing them as ‘untouchable’. Of course, there are a lot of old buildings, particularly in Sydney built out of stone that are worth preserving, but I feel there is an element of nazi behaviour that took over those councils, and they wanted to preserve anything that’s old, and has survived. Obviously, that is a bit silly, because houses built back in the day, often were not built by ‘thinkers’, weren’t functional, practical or insulated, and some of them are just really odd. Like in the UK, (where Australian councils adopt a lot of planning policy from) there are buildings and homes from 300yrs ago that have extremely low ceilings - and have been ‘grade a’ listed, meaning they can’t be touched, but only preserved. Really and truly - obviously anything with a ceiling where you are going to hit your head - JUST BULLDOZE IT DOWN, don’t be ridiculous! There was an old house in Gunnedah which was listed as Federation in the 80’s. Actually, it was an old hospital, built in the Timber Federation style, no one had inhabited it for at least 50 years, it was kind of rundown, but still in ok shape, because it was built well. Actually, it was next door from our house in Henry st. A bright red federation building, infact I’ve written about this before, but when I tried to find it, it was missing. So, I put it here, again. So, at the time of when there was Hayley’s comet, ( halley's comet ) not too long after the place was declared ‘untouchable’, a Developer put in an application to council planning, to bulldoze the hospital for a block of units. {Now, it would not surprise me, if the Developer read about how, it was ‘untouchable’, and this triggered his ‘rebel’ mode, and so wanted to develop it? – such is the nature of certain people with certain nazi backgrounds} But Council declared “no, it is a listed federation house. It needs to be preserved for old times’ sake”. Following a whole lot of legal battles between the developer and council, council stood firm “No”. Rules are Rules. (Cat and mouse game going on.) So, a short time after that, one night, there was a big fire, and the whole Federation hospital had burnt down. The fire was declared an accident, but everyone in town knew that it was deliberately lit by the developers, but no one cared, so certainly no one was held accountable, and so the units were built (actually to the detriment of our neighbourhood, as there were a lot of ‘dogs’ who moved into the units, and we had items stolen, and I was later harassed by women and sm’s (single mother sons) in those units – I feel the ‘density’ factor, is the problem, such close proximity and earshot, sparks problems). As far as I was concerned, that old hospital did fall under the category of ‘dysfunctional’, and not practical, not comfortable to live in, and definatly not an attractive building, so it didn’t really matter. Although there was another building, some 30yrs later that was destroyed (I am not sure how, one minute it was there, the next minute it was gone, seemingly no debate at all. It was a large 3 or 4 story pink warehouse, an old flour mill, or was it a cotton gin, or wool press? That big building would have been a beautiful conversion, although it was on the river, in a flood zone, but it was built to last the floods, with the first floor being open. I later came across an article about the building, I think it was on the Gunnedah Independent (now the Gunnedah Times) Facebook page, that warehouse was built in 1860 by George Cohen and it lasted that whole time, it lasted through every flood until in 2016 or thereabouts when Gunnedah Council purchased the land as they were purchasing all the land in the flood zone and they bulldozed the warehouse, it and turned it into a park, and in memory of George Cohen, they put up a plaque, because he refused to move his business up into Conadilly Street, with all the other proposed businesses at the time; he wanted the main street of Gunnedah to remain in Maitland st, even though it’s a flood zone. Lol. Apparently the conflict with Council back then, was big, he was adamant that it be built in that spot, and eventually he got his own way. (How times have changed). But the main st with all the other businesses, was set up further, in Connadilly st. I’m not sure if it was such a wise spot. I am definitely an advocate for not building in flood zones. As pretty as it is down near the river flats. So, it was demolished and a couple of uncomfortable small units were built in its place, on stilts. Stupid. Ugly. And greed. Also, I am an advocate of saving materials from buildings, I’ve noticed most demolitions destroy everything, and take everything to the tip, it’s such a waste. I think it was only until recently maybe in the last 15 years where things have been salvaged. But I still see many demolition sites where nothing is saved, bricks included - all get thrown out, and it’s definitely a shame, as there is a HUGE market for second-hand salvaged timbers/doors/windows, and bricks especially. Have you ever been to a tip shop, my local one is packed out in opening hrs. I do wonder why those people don’t list demolition houses online, telling people they are free to take what they want, come and help yourself, I mean it will save the demolition people, if half the building is gone. Plus, if your savvy enough, you can end up building a whole house with free materials. I did try to find photos online of that old red hospital, but there were none – “never happened!” Later the pink building on an old google maps shot; the photo does not show its true pink colour. 14. Do you have the right TONE to argue your point? I recall one time when I had issues with David my landlord, at Rangari, there was a conflict discussion in progress up the paddock. As we were talking, I noticed, after a bit, he would hear the tone of my voice (which was agitation) and he wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, he just heard my tone, and to him that tone was FIGHT, so instead of listening to what I said, which would have resolved the conflict, he just blindly started fighting. And because we didn't really know each other very well he just kind of started taking odd potshots, it was a little comical for me and I tried not to laugh. I instantly knew in that moment what his marriage would be like, with past arguments and qualms being thrown back at each other, instead of potshots. Lol I think a lot of other people do this - I’m not sure whether this is something that needs to be learnt - how to listen to people, or if its alcohol abuse, or emotionally abusive parents, or boring and tedious school teachers. I’m definitely no expert in the area, but it’s common. I’ve had to learn to control my tone when talking to certain people. In fact, it can be quite advantageous speaking “softly spoken” in many situations. I think it makes the other person feel unthreatened. For instance, there was one man who was big, a big beefy bodybuilder, plus tall, broad and good looking, and what would happen, is that he would encounter other men who found him to be a threat, just from looking at him and his size! (Such is the big egos of men wanting to be the toughest and the strongest in the room - "oh yeah, you wanna fight"!!) And the guy hadn't done anything to provoke it - it was just an automatic caveman reaction from a smaller person to a larger person. {Yes it still is 2024}. So, to thwart all the men wanting to fight him constantly for no real reason aside from ego and fear (which are not valid reasons to pick a fight with someone), the big bodybuilder came up with a plan, he learnt how to speak softly, so he’s thought of as a big ‘softy’, so as not to be a threat. I think here is a good place to put something that I’ve noticed certain people do when they do actually listen too. Because I’ve always prided myself on someone who is a good listener when compared to others - for example; it is required when you’re listening to someone to kind of interject at certain points and say “oh” “yeah” “mmmm” “go on” - things like that, to show that you’re listening and understanding fully of what the person is saying. A lot of people don’t do this, and I am left wondering, am I talking to a zombie or are they understanding? Sometimes I find out in the end, that they had understood, but it did not show. Other times, I can later see they had NO understanding of what I was saying at all, and instead of interjecting with WHAT or something, they kept quiet for the whole remainder of the explanation – so weird). So maybe teachers could start teaching this in communication class - have they started teaching communication in school yet? And I might add; as much as I pride myself on being a good listener , when I started Do you have the right TONE to argue your point? I recall one time when I had issues with David my landlord, at Rangari, there was a conflict discussion in progress up the paddock. As we were talking, I noticed, after a bit, he would hear the tone of my voice (which was agitation) and he wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, he just heard my tone, and to him that tone was FIGHT, so instead of listening to what I said, which would have resolved the conflict, he just blindly started fighting. And because we didn't really know each other very well he just kind of started taking odd potshots, it was a little comical for me and I tried not to laugh. I instantly knew in that moment what his marriage would be like, with past arguments and qualms being thrown back at each other, instead of potshots. Lol I think a lot of other people do this - I’m not sure whether this is something that needs to be learnt - how to listen to people, or if its alcohol abuse, or emotionally abusive parents, or boring and tedious school teachers. I’m definitely no expert in the area, but it’s common. I’ve had to learn to control my tone when talking to certain people. In fact, it can be quite advantageous speaking “softly spoken” in many situations. I think it makes the other person feel unthreatened. For instance, there was one man who was big, a big beefy bodybuilder, plus tall, broad and good looking, and what would happen, is that he would encounter other men who found him to be a threat, just from looking at him and his size! (Such is the big egos of men wanting to be the toughest and the strongest in the room - "oh yeah, you wanna fight"!!) And the guy hadn't done anything to provoke it - it was just an automatic caveman reaction from a smaller person to a larger person. {Yes it still is 2024}. So, to thwart all the men wanting to fight him constantly for no real reason aside from ego and fear (which are not valid reasons to pick a fight with someone), the big bodybuilder came up with a plan, he learnt how to speak softly, so he’s thought of as a big ‘softy’, so as not to be a threat. I think here is a good place to put something that I’ve noticed certain people do when they do actually listen too. Because I’ve always prided myself on someone who is a good listener when compared to others - for example; it is required when you’re listening to someone to kind of interject at certain points and say “oh” “yeah” “mmmm” “go on” - things like that, to show that you’re listening and understanding fully of what the person is saying. A lot of people don’t do this, and I am left wondering, am I talking to a zombie or are they understanding? Sometimes I find out in the end, that they had understood, but it did not show. Other times, I can later see they had NO understanding of what I was saying at all, and instead of interjecting with WHAT or something, they kept quiet for the whole remainder of the explanation – so weird). So maybe teachers could start teaching this in communication class - have they started teaching communication in school yet? And I might add; as much as I pride myself on being a good listener , when I started recording conversations {due to repeated bad behaviour from other people, in many many many many many (+∞) situations, not to mention the stealing}, I would sometimes play back the conversation, and realise, occasionally, I had missed something they said, or simply forgot about it, and twice it was really important detail…. So, I feel it is vital to record conversations, particularly important ones, like with a doctor. I always have a camera on whenever I go out. {When I first started doing this, I did catch people behaving badly on camera, plus 2 people stealing from me; I did upload the theft online, and I have not seen any more people stealing from me on camera again - They do still steal from me however. I can only do so much to prevent it, some things are out of my control.} I expect now others to record everything aswell, especially police, court procedures, any medical areas, even interviews….. Another thing I found in regards to communication, and a lot of people don't do this; if you're good friends with someone and you bump into them and they're with somebody else, someone that you don't know, then they just kind of ignore the person and don't bother introducing them! I mean they probably just forget, but this somehow has to be incorporated into childhood too; to be socially proficient at all times! Communication, respect. Underlay is my fabric design “Modern Wall Stripe 10115”, intended as wall paper recording conversations {due to repeated bad behaviour from other people, in many many many many many (+∞) situations, not to mention the stealing}, I would sometimes play back the conversation, and realise, occasionally, I had missed something they said, or simply forgot about it, and twice it was really important detail…. So, I feel it is vital to record conversations, particularly important ones, like with a doctor. I always have a camera on whenever I go out. {When I first started doing this, I did catch people behaving badly on camera, plus 2 people stealing from me; I did upload the theft online, and I have not seen any more people stealing from me on camera again - They do still steal from me however. I can only do so much to prevent it, some things are out of my control.} I expect now others to record everything aswell, especially police, court procedures, any medical areas, even interviews….. Another thing I found in regards to communication, and a lot of people don't do this; if you're good friends with someone and you bump into them and they're with somebody else, someone that you don't know, then they just kind of ignore the person and don't bother introducing them! I mean they probably just forget, but this somehow has to be incorporated into childhood too; to be socially proficient at all times! Communication, respect. Underlay is my fabric design “Modern Wall Stripe 10115”, intended as wall paper 15. Struck by Lightning, and the wannabe “thought police” doing the opposite in pure Rebellious Drunk Australian Antagonism Form After seeing some archaeologists on telly one day, I thought that doing archaeology, digging up someone else’s house from 500 years ago was pretty pointless….. - but I was young and naive back then and realise, there has been some interesting facts uncovered, and truths about humans, because of archaeology. One day, when I was living on a farm at Tulcumbah near Keepit Dam , I came across a bit of cement sticking up out of the ground just near the house, and wondered what it was, I happen to have my spade with me, and so started digging the dirt to see what it was, after a bit I realised it was a path, and after a little bit more I realised there was a house just near the site that had been demolished, and my present house had replaced it. I just thought for a moment, that’s kind of interesting and dug up another bit. But in that moment, suddenly, as it was stormy, I was struck by lightning, literally, the lightning hit the metal shovel that I was using, and it went through me and out my metal toe capped boots. So actually, it didn’t hurt, except for a slight burning sensation near my toe, which was touching the metal in my steel toe Boots - so I’m not sure if that’s the usual way that lightning works but I figured if you want to be struck by lightning all you have to do is go out in the storm and wave a shovel around and you’ll be struck. Or it could’ve been a sign from God! telling me to stop bloody digging up the past, as He spent many decades slowly and carefully burring that path and old godawful house! Lol Btw I loved those steel cap toe boots, they were all black, so cute, it felt like my foot was in a big bubble of protection. I felt completely safe. “You can’t get my foot” I remember thinking, regularly, every time I put them on, “too bad if you wanted to stub my toe – you just can’t, haha!!” I amuse myself! But, so then, as at that time, I had problems with dogs following me around, female dogs ofcourse – I think they may have been politically related?? As in stupid dog women who work for politicians?? Same one who was jealous of my green knit pants. They were at Keepit dam on the speaker phone, I’m pretty sure trying to annoy me. So, I’m thinking some stupid dog has heard my thinking at that time, and has since made it her mission in life to try and inflict pain on my feet any chance she can see how. Rebelling against my thoughts of amusement – JUST LIKE A STUPID DOG. (I am definatly not referring of the k9 species here, as that would be an insult to the k9 variety - -they would never do such a thing). So, they / she is along the lines of foot binding pushers. She is a sadist. Read my many stories about this, with catheads, acacia thorns, sharp hooks, being placed in my path in the hopes I will tread on them. Unfortunatly this person is not a figment of my imagination. Real dog cunt. I thought the hole in my work boot was deliberate too at first, to cause planter fasciitis, but actually some people worked out, that the hole was caused by a planter wart, caused by incorrect homeopath treatment, by St Leonards clinic. At the moment, I'm reading 1984 by George Orwell. In his book, "the thought police"; today, are a 'thing'! copycats! Today in 2020 too, if you tell a psychiatrist this theory, - you'll be accused of being a crazy schizophrenic. But psychiatrists don’t want to admit they are wrong {which is what makes them stupid}). So, as I'm reading it, the whole thing is reminiscence of "the dogs". I'm constantly referring to the dogs who sniff things out - they're just like the thought police in his book. The Queen, back when she was alive, advised me that she used to refer to the dogs as the "Bolsheviks"! I think it's safe to say that, since you can't deny or confirm if it's true or not 😁 In my first story on ‘Life Stories P3’ of my Blog, there is a slight photo of the side of the Henry st house, unfortunatly I did not have any older photos showing the huge 4 old trees that were down that side area, 3 gums and 1 pine all along the centre row by the side of the house – the whole area was probably 6m wide, and 25m long. One year maybe around 2002 or so, there was a storm, and all those 4 trees were struck by lightning! All of them. Plus, they all fell horizontal to the house, in effect, missing the house as they fell. Only 1 branch hit the side window awning with a little damage. Talk about unlucky lucky!! And one of those gums was massive, but no none of them were anywhere near the end of their lives. It was bizarre. Mum and dad had their photo taken for the local paper ‘The Independent’ which is now the ‘Gunnedah Times’. They were posed sitting on the giant tree trunk with masses of densly packed gum leaves all around them. I wish I had the shot. It was them both together in their older years. Their grey hair matched the glauca leaves! Actually, I have written this story at least twice now, but it keeps disappearing, I specifically remember writing: because of the excitement, and trauma of it, dad got a bit of a new "lease on life". 16. Telstra Guarantee I want to talk about my life experience with Telstra, as it has been quite extraordinary. You would think this would just be a business providing a service, but no, this is pretty much the least of what Telstra do. Telstra is a big company, they are rich and cocky, and do as they please. They also sponsor a lot of television shows and community projects thus have a lot of weight within the community, their favourite thing to do is brain wash people. Anyway, the main thing I wanted to mention (putting aside all the little things that happen as you invariably need to speak to Telstra about phone/Internet) But as I did not know about the Telstra Guarantee when I needed it, I am writing about my experience, because, chances are, it is not only me that they ‘cheat’, it would be a lot of young ladies. So, what it is; when you ask them for a new phone connection, they’re meant to just do it, no matter where you live, if there’s an existing phone line they meant to do it within two days (there’s other rules for if there’s no phone line at all, but I’ll just stick to what I know) So when I first wanted to get my phone put on, I was living on a farm and I went through a terrible time communicating with Telstra, when I phoned Telstra, each time it was like I was speaking to zombies, it was just impossible for me to get my phone connected, they were rude, patronizing, arrogant, condescending, powertripping, stupid, contradictory and facetious, to start with. It took weeks if not months of relentless phone calls from payphones to get my landline connected. Now, I was only there briefly, but my next farmhouse, I had to go through the same ugly process, and again all the same problems. Same thing happened at my following farmhouse, (renting all my life, the things renters have to put up with, they get tossed around like a seal by a whale) Telstra seem to have issues with doing farm houses too, as they only like doing populated areas, as they are greedy. If they have to go all the way out to a farm, it takes half a day, so it costs them - even though they’re one of the richest companies in Australia. So, what I didn’t know at the time was this is a ‘known’ problem, there are ‘known’ people who work at Telstra who play bimbo dog ‘games’ with customers. So, the government has come up with a rule - if a customer asked you to connect their phone and you haven’t done it within two days, you have to pay $60 per day for each day that it goes unconnected. I can’t remember how I came across this, but it is listed and written in the Yellow Pages, it’s called the Telstra Guarantee, so that particular time they hadn’t connected it and I contacted them about this Telstra agreement, and at that point there would be a tally of about $2500! And indeed, they paid the $2500. But guess what, I had to move again, and at my next address, another farmhouse, the same thing happened, and it was about the same $2500 they paid to me again. And yet again, I had to move, another farmhouse, the same thing was about to happen, I could see the zombies starting to mess me about, so immediately, I told them that I was aware of the Telstra guarantee and that they would have to pay $60 for each day that it is not connected. I told them, that in the past they’ve paid me approximately $5000 for the same problem. Within an hour I had someone calling me back saying that they will get it connected that day. If only all business’s and Courier company’s had the same rule – Allied Express, that would be $60 a day, for so far, 96 days, you figure it out. ($5,760 – I’ll take a check thanks Allied) I have heaps more to say about the evil and stupid women that work at Telstra. Something else wicked Telstra do, (I have talked about this before but I could not find it) a huge problem within the whole community of Australia; the situation is; people need to communicate to function and not fight - most fighting is a result of poor communication, and Telstra encourage this fighting behaviour by making phone calls ridiculously expensive, for certain people (I know all plans are different depending on where you are in Australia and who you are) I mean I’ve been talking to people over the phone, who try to cut the conversation short due to phone charges - and as a result the conversation has been completely inadequate to say the least. Especially since it doesn’t actually cost Telstra anything when people make these calls, because all infrastructure is already in place. Problems as a result of poor communication is not in the least bit funny. I am sure this evil sense of humour is what drives a lot of Telstra‘s behaviour. { oh, and because communication really is a source of many arguments, in my opinion, the whole world should learn English; at least if we knock out a language barrier, there’s more of a hope of peace} I want to further add today, to this story (10th of November 2021) as of late, Telstra have been putting me through to ‘gay boys’, as in a certain type of person, who has that certain way of speaking, with a certain tone. I associate them as gay boys, but who knows, maybe they’re all just from a certain part of Melbourne. I want to further add today, to this story (7th of July 2023) as of late, Telstra have been putting me through to the same woman. So, I had to call all the petshops in Mackay to see who sold my cats favourite meat, (and how much), and 3 of them were answered by the same woman, and 2 of them were answered by the same young man. None of them had my cats food at an affordable price. All the calls to the woman overcharged, and the 2 calls to men said they had none. Still typical of women, stealing by overcharging. Anyway, the ‘one woman’ sounded like the dog from the tool shop who stole $16 from me with faulty glue. And it had something to do with my stupid bimbo neighbours who spend most of their time harassing and obsessing with what I am doing, as after I made all those calls – they were laughing and carrying on like “we got you, ha ha”. Also that stupid neighbour had something to do with the mail man picking my lock to deliver a package into my locker, so he would not have to deliver it to my door, face to face – that express postman is a discriminator. But instead of discriminating against my DOG NEIGHBOURS WHO ANNOY THE CRAP OUT OF ME AND EVERYONE IN THIS UNIT COMPLEX, they do the opposite, and target the victim of those stupid dogs. There’s that song again – fuck off fuck off fuck off fuckoff fuck off fuck off fuck off fuckoff. I have the next paragraph on 4 other stories, as it has come to realization, in 2024, that this particular issue is the main issue with most of the problems I have with ‘monkees on my back’; those people are, infact single narcissists, who are latching on to me, as a single woman, trying to play out their stupid narcissists ways (they still may be in a relationship with someone else, but that other someone else, does not let them play their games, so they look elsewhere, it is a form of betrayal too. But I mean, just get a divorce, its no good being married to a narcissists. No point.) I especially feel I have these problems from Telstra staff. Really they belong in jail. You know I guess it just goes to show the key to popularity is pretty much NOT being a narcissist. And I find most people probably will refuse to understand the word narcissist, I mean let's face it, sounds ‘nasty’ and possibly ‘nazi’. A narcissist is someone who tries to control the situation all the time, and undermines your opinion, and tries to put you down (in direct, or passive aggressive ways). The dictionary meaning of the word is: “Narcissistic personality disorder is a mental health condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance. They need and seek too much attention and want people to admire them. People with this disorder may lack the ability to understand or care about the feelings of others.” (As soon as I read this, I immediately thought of several politicians who fit this bill to a tea. And also, a lot of ‘snobs’ like from private schools. And Telstra call centre staff). So, if you're ever feeling lonely ask yourself do you do those things because I can assure you heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps of people do, there's major dysfunction going on in this country. I personally believe it is such an issue, because of the scary word factor, ‘nasty’ and ‘nazi’! seriously I was ban from spnfl for using the word nazi in an email I sent to another member. People are stupid. Scared of the word narcissism, without understanding what it really means. 17. Telstra FIGHTING TACTICS if they are not worshipped, together with CBA thieves. Telstra have so many fighting antics up their sleeve, they are ridiculously childish, not to mention, pretty much have delusions of grandeur and want to be worshipped (not just treated with courtesy and respect – they want to be WORSHIPPED). How they are actually still operating is unknown. But this is a perfect example of what someone / 1 company, does when they have too much power, eventually it goes to their head. No one keeps them in check, or reminds them not to be so arrogant. And they have as much money to do as much power tripping as they please, all that I’ve mentioned previously is only half of it. Here is just another little tactic they use; When you phone up and ask them about your account, they say they can’t find your account. They go through all sorts of reasons, excuses, processes, and it’s purely to waste my time - they know perfectly well who I am. I’ve been a long-term customer of Telstra for over 30yrs. They’ve done this on numerous occasions, I tell them to set it straight - but no, they do not, it’s a game for them, a bored bitch game. Suffice to say, after my last expense with Telstra, I am no longer a Telstra mobile phone customer. I have dodo phone service. I did have an Active8me Internet service, all working perfectly and much cheaper, but with address I need different providers. Another thing that happened and I’m not sure whether this is Telstra or CBA actually, I suspect CBA they’re guilty as all hell at stealing, but I gave Telstra my credit card for a new large data plan, $75. I upgraded to a large plan. I assumed they billed me. About three weeks later I had to change my credit card because of a security breach by a fake internet provider – Circles (Which actually I suspect is Telstra company, and, infact, I will write further about this- I strongly suspect, actually I know, Telstra IT nerds create “pop-up” web stores on the Internet - targeting specific customers who they want to steal from, in the form of overcharging desired products. For example, when the Internet was relatively new, farmers were told there was various weather websites they could go on and check the weather. I did a search for a weather website, the only one listed was a Telstra one, and that website wanted you to pay $800 a month to be updated with accurate weather. EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS! But the real weather website) is actually free, you can check it on BOM, bureau of meteorology. So that’s just one example, there’s heaps of others, I don’t want to list, because the people that have started those businesses as a sideline, will probably still be making money and overcharging stealing from people online. I specifically think they’re targeting me; they have my IP address because back then they were actually not many people on the internet, especially in Gunnedah. But because of that Telstra guarantee (see my photo story about that full story) - the rule of; if they don’t connect a new phone connection, they have to pay $60 per day, and they ended up paying me quite a sum of money, thousands,and so now they have a group of Telstra people working to try and steal money from me, because, they don’t believe that I was entitled to that money - but I can assure you I most certainly was. You fucked up Telstra! They also use this overcharging method to steal from various retailers, ones that are in cahoots with Telstra girls - I think they manage to brainwash the owners of certain retailers. Female dog tactics. Anyway, back to this particular story. So, CBA issued me another credit card with new numbers, so this means I have to literally physically go around and update all my automatic payment methods with my new credit card, including Telstra. Only I forgot to do Telstra‘s, but they kept sending me a bill saying I was $20 in credit, so I was unaware that the $75 payment had failed and I kept on having Internet problems – slow connection, I mean it had been working fine for the last 2 yrs, and now all of a sudden, too slow to work after 6pm. I kept on phoning them up, asking what is the problem? But they refused to fix it or let me know what the problem was, until finally like about 8 weeks later, it was discovered that the payment had failed, and apparently, they sent me a bill saying I was in credit because they have changed my account to a different platform – least that was their excuse, as to why I was not advised of the payment failure – they are full of shit, and just wanted to cause problems. They wanted to have “fuel”, an excuse to ‘muck things up for me” – a typical Australian problem amongst big business especially. So, I said to them once it was clear this was the problem, well, I will update my details, I hung up and I didn’t update my credit card details that afternoon, it was late, I waited till the next morning, but when I was in NetBank, I saw a payment of $75 had just gone through 2hrs before. I know I sure as hell didn’t update my details two hours previously. I contacted Telstra and demanded to know how they obtained my new credit card details and they said the only way they could obtain new credit card details is if I told them or somebody else told. NO OTHER WAY. SO, I contacted the bank, and that girl (dog) said Well even though you’ve changed credit cards, technically if there’s money owing to you, like if you’re in debt, then CBA can transfer the money via your new credit card. TOTAL DOG THIEVES at cba. I’m pretty sure they can’t do this, I’m pretty sure that CBA girl was lying her arse off. (As if that was true it would have gone through the following day, not 8 weeks later – so CBA have blatantly stolen $75. The only other possibility is some stupid dog has my new credit card details and phoned Telstra to update, except no one has my credit card details that I am aware of – this does not mean that stupid dogs do not have my new details, like I have previously mentioned, I have dogs that follow me everywhere I go, and there is one that lives across the road from me at no 9. So, either way that person is a thief, and the CBA dog was covering for her – which I know happens a lot – there are a lot of stupid dogs in Australia that need protection because of their stupid bimbo behaviour – just like this. And, btw, even after Telstra received payment, they still did not fix my internet, like I know they can easily. There were some other dubious matters going on at CBA with the pending payments; the fake company charged my cc $1 – you know sometimes companies do this before accepting payment or account holders. So, they deducted money off CC, but it was not $1, it was $200, but the pending payment said it was $1, only the amounts added up to $200 – do you see what they did? Literally stealing $200. At first, I did not know why there was another $200 missing off my cc, (because this has happened before, and they reimbursed me when I complained to the Bank TIO) so it was missing for about 3 weeks, then finally I thought I would have to phone the bank, when I remember that $1 pending payment from the dodgy Circles company (which I am pretty sure is actually Telstra) then suddenly miracle of miracles, the $200 gets returned to my account – as soon as I remembered it 3 weeks later. So, they were trying to steal $200 from me in the hopes that I wouldn’t remember that $1 pending payment - if I hadn’t remembered they would’ve tried to steal another $200 again. They are sure as hell are guilty, and should be held accountable. {update, it happened again in 2024, with $150 missing, and 3 fake surcharges applied to 3 bakery transaction, 2mnths after I made the transaction – they literally are stealing, but say, when I ask them about it – that’s not possible. Well, it is, it happened, and now I am going to need screenshots of all transactions as proof. Oh. No. nothing nuisance about that – CBA you are a nuisance, aside from thieves with no morals. But by the way you can’t make any complaints to CBA they have absolutely no complaints phone number, no complaints email or online contact form - they are the most arrogant big business around. I also should mention Telstra have been putting my phone calls through to incorrect people, to bimbo dogs, for years. I think at first, they may have been putting my calls through to their Telstra colleagues? But later they put me through to other various people and have caused a lot of problems for me. Like when I tried to call the butcher, some zombie girl takes the call, and there are no young girls that work at the Butcher. Another Telstra tactic, by the dog pervert ones, is to switch my Internet off when I leave my unit, (I have a mobile broadband now, so I can take it where ever I go, and I get interenet. Or when I go into the toilet. Fuck off you fucking disgusting perverts. There is a specific Chinese or Asian guy that does this, I have started recognising their voices now. There is also one who calls herself ivy – she is disgusting. Actually in 2024 I learnt there's a specific word to describe these people and their personality trait, and it's actually listed as a mental health problem, but pretty much 90% of all people in Australia I have encountered, suffer from this condition, so it's a little bizarre describing something so widespread as a mental health issue! The word is narcissism. Infact all this time I have been writing my blog, I have yet to mention this totally annoying phenomena of nuisance callers. I receive numerous phone calls, nuisance phone calls, mainly consisting of people calling and then hanging up, not saying anything, and the numbers are always private listing, so this tells me basically it’s Telstra who have been doing this. I now screen all my calls, and any unlisted numbers are sent to voice mail. I also record ALL phone calls I make and receive (this makes a big difference) - stupid stupid stupid little dogs who have no common sense who work at Telstra, you all deserve a baseball batting, I hope you get cancer and die. fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off. And how can they get away with doing this? Police are powerless against those dogs. 18. Phone call sabotage by Telstra bimbos who think it will be funny I’ve mentioned a few times now, sometimes I think Telstra, when I call someone, they put me through to some stupid dog, and not the actual person I want to speak to; so here is a list of examples of when that happened; Agnes Water, when I tried to call the butcher, I just got this stupid girl instead of the butcher. I think this has happened twice, with a different butcher too? At Rangari, another time I needed to obtain some information about my business number, I had a registered business number, in operation for several years. When I phoned them up, I just got this stupid girl who said no there’s no such ABN as that, you’re not listed as a business register, and I told her that I was, and she kept insisting that I wasn’t. I’m not sure what her game was because I definitely am listed, if you look me up, you can see me listed, - just a stupid dog who wanted to fight, so condescending and contradictory - it’s like why the hell does Telstra put me through to the stupid dogs? I don’t ask to speak to stupid dogs ever? (this kind of phone call happens a lot) A LOT. INFURIATING! Another time, I phoned up a bookshop and some stupid dog told me to drive out to Blacktown to get a particular book, wild goose chase. Ok, no more book purchases. Melbourne, I purchased a Belkin product, and it didn’t work, so I phoned the number on the little pamphlet, and after at least an hour and a half of putting me on hold, they finally put me through to someone, and when I asked them, the guy said “I donna-no” in that typical stupid Australian tone, and after I’d hung up, I’m pretty sure that voice sounded familiar, and I realized it was in fact my new flatmate - so I’m not sure why Telstra would’ve put me through to my flatmate? He had no idea about why my product wasn’t working, and as if he would ergo “I donna-no”. I refuse to purchase that brand. Twice I called Sarina Pet Shop and twice I got a recorded voice message service, but I know someone’s always in that shop manning it, and it’s not that busy. So, I suspect Telstra divert my calls? Well, also at any rate, Sarina Pet Shop never returns my calls. The most recent time, I think they’ve just given up on putting me through to other people, and instead what they do is say “this phone number is no longer connected” when I know that’s absolute garbage, because there are some businesses who won’t ever close down. When I call Telstra to find out why the line isn’t working, when I know that it is, again I get some sheepish stupid dog implying that I shouldn’t be calling them anyway!! Can you believe that, as if it is any ones else business who I call? Who the hell do they think they are? definitely Telstra related; putting my phone calls through to people that obviously are inappropriate and not the correct person? There has been heaps, like so many, I can’t possibly list them all. Someone needs to sue their arses off, and rack off you stupid bimbos at Telstra. I literally have to swear black and blue at them to get them off my back. Stupid monkeys. Actually, here is a good spot to mention also, I've noticed, at age 51, I don't think I can recall a time when I've called someone, been sent their voice message, left a message for them to return my call (- usually in relation to work issue), and then they actually have called me back. Not once, I just can't think of any time when that has happened. I ALWAYS have to chase up the person that I need to speak with repeatedly. It's either an indication of how disrespectful people are or infact what I am saying about Telstra is true, they are diverting my calls. You know I've called a lot of people over the years, so I'm sure someone somewhere must've called me back and returned my phone call? if you were one of those rare people, please remind me who you are so I can say there was at least one person! Photo above is my good BBQ at Rangari, not really related to above story, but I wanted to put a photo of it up here. 19. School Woodworking Projects I recall many years ago, boys doing the HSC and woodwork; and they would come up with projects to do, they did kind of big impractical projects, and I wondered why there’s so many boys making big old fashioned grandfather clocks. Make one of these young boys , you can’t go wrong. Far more practical. Perhaps even make 2, one for normal use, and a smaller one for sleeves and collars! And you know, this, explains a lot about Australians. They’re not even taught from an early age to be practical and functional: to create things that make your life easier. Wake up Australia. 20. Mothers Teaching their Kids how to Shoplift This is something that’s not mentioned or ever talked about -mothers encouraging their kids to steal for them, and for themselves. Often it’s pretty mothers who have everyone fooled. I have seen at least on 3 occasions in my life, a mother encouraging her child to steal. No one would believe me if I told them because the mother was so pretty and well-dressed. I would’ve had to catch them on camera, (as I was swimming in the ocean for one of them, that was not possible), btw, that mother, now, I am not saying it was her, but it looked like Beyonce, the singer, and a 6yr old child, a boy, mother keeping a look out, son stealing from my bag on the beach. Just disgusting. Then I was driving another time, and the third time I felt, I witnessed the ‘now’ adult stealing, because from what he had learnt as a child being raised by his two bimbo parents - both respectable members of the community btw. And a 4th - a girl at school, who used to ‘use’ other girls, her friends, and unbeknownst to them, use them to distract the shop girl, while she pocketed candy bars. She would’ve stolen $1000’s worth of candy bars over the 6 years). Although I do take my camera with me everywhere I go now, and I usually have my carcam on too, I seem to witness a lot of ‘questionable behaviour’, it’s safer if I have my body cam with me at all times. I have put this here because many possessions of mine have been stolen (about $10,000 worth over 15yrs). And up here in QLD, some of them taken from small spots, for instance only a child could climb up onto my Veranda through the gap. So it goes on in the general community out there, and it goes on within close community of neighbours. What is wrong with people? I recommend not having kids, especially if you can’t afford to raise them (don’t be bimbos please, it’s offensive to my sex, and only bimbos steal) The things you need to be teaching your ‘easily manipulated’ kids, is about marketing people, and how they want to trick you into buying, and pestering their folks for products. I mean come on, do you know how clever and smart those marketing people are? you have to warn your little naive kids about them, do them a favour. You know, when my little brother was growing up (10 yrs between us), my mother made a bet with him -that he couldn’t last 12 months without watching television, (she did not want him to be a child TV bum) and if he won, then they would give him $1000 at the end of the year. (back then $1000 was more than it is today), and he did it. He went the whole 12 months without watching television. I think he was 14 or 15 at the time. My savvy parents had learnt how to incentivize! (I just a savvy biography movie on Netflix, where the mother forced her kids to go to the library and start reading, instead of watching telly in the arvo, – no $1000 reward either. One of the kids went on to be a Doctor.) When I was younger, about 9 or so. Our family television broke, and mum said, “that’s it, we’re not getting another television, we are having a television break, we are having family time!” We went for a think maybe 1-2 years without a television. And to be honest, I don’t really remember that time as ‘television-less’ so to speak, it was not missed, we all seemed to have other things to occupy ourselves with. When the house sold and we moved in town, we got a new one. It takes savvy to raise a child – not bimbo thiefness - you ought to adopt your child out if you’re a thief. Do them a favour. There is a lot of competition now between savvy mothers, if you’re a thief – you have no chance. 21. If you can’t get within 10m of girl in waking hrs, SAME APPLIES IF SHE’S ASLEEP 22. Mall Dogs and Blondes who Baby Discriminate If you read my “bitches at big W” story, I mentioned I had shoppers who chimed in and did signs about how my bike was stolen, so this is really the tip of the iceberg as to what goes on when I have ever been to a Mall. I absolutely now never ever go to a Mall as long as I can help it. Malls are the number one place for dogs to hang out at. If you want to see bunch of dogs, then go to a Mall. They hang out there by the hordes in bimbo herds. Not only do I have problems with dogs in shops, like shopkeepers, but people who run the Mall, also, they like to get on the overhead speakers and come up with stupid shenanigans - it’s just problematic for me to go to a Mall – any Mall. Now I want to really make the clear distinction between being annoyed in a situation because people are harassing, and then just thinking people are harassing. When I go to a Mall, I most definitely get harassed by numerous people, it is not a figment of my imagination, it is not a mental health problem. If I hear one more person telling me I have mental health problems, I think I might chop their head off (in a very sound of mind way). As I’ve mentioned numerous times “thank you Apple iPhone camera”) you have greatly improved any Mall experience that I have to attend to. I want to mention one time I went to a Mall in Tamworth, and it was when my neighbour/landlord had given birth, and she knew I had to go to Tamworth every 2-3mnths, so this time she had driven us over, she had an errand and asked if I could take the pram, and we would meet up 20minutes later outside the Mall. I said sure. Off I went into the Mall with baby and stroller. Now, it was the strangest thing when I went to this mall – there were no dogs doing signs, not only that, all the girls were coming up to me and being very ‘nice’, wanting to chat about the baby, I am fairly certain one of them was that stupid blonde who steals from me at checkout at Harvey Norman and Bunnings, and God knows where else. Now, here is another case in point about stupid blondes - you stupid little blonde; I am the same person with or without child. How do you discriminate against women who don’t have babies - just another stupid factor emerging in the list of things that stupid blonde women do. 23. Kindy Pinterest - Can’t say pussy on Pinterest- Words you can’t use on the internet without being Flagged and Banned Can’t say ‘persecution’ on Local Search Can’t say ‘discriminatory’ on Local Search Cant’s say ‘nazi’ on Google, Flickr or Pinterest and probably more Can’t say ‘pussy’ on Pinterest (in context with cats) You can’t say anything on facebook. Stupid – absolutely stupid, which part of democracy do you not understand? 24. We want 100% Biodegradable thanks These teabags have a plastic jingle top part, which makes them un-biodegradable, un-compostable, and unworthy. 25. Grandmothers Relegated to Child Carers I know 3years before I moved from Rangari, so that would’ve been 2015, I was being woken up at night, and I know my next-door neighbours were waking me up deliberately; the most obvious reason why I thought this, was because the noises would always come from the direction of their house, which was the only one in the area, and about 1/2km away. So, I’m talking about loud noises. And whilst it’s not as bad as at that time, I still clearly am being awoken during the night, at my address here in QLD. Particularly by extra loud trucks, who then intern set the wildlife off - who spend the next 15 minutes screaming in the bush. I think they do it deliberate. At Rangari, I thought it was a deliberate plan to make sure that I was not able to get up as I usually did around 5am and do the garden. I thought it was literally sabotage on my gardening work, and I fully still believe that it was. I’ve mentioned this before in my blog, about being woken up, but the reason I’m talking about it now, is because the evening before, I bumped into a neighbour down at the mail lockers who had her granddaughter with her. This neighbour is definitely guilty, along with others in the street, her ‘peers’ and friends, cohorts, of harassing and stealing from me. It was her and her friends, that did something to my car, in order to make it go put put put…. Whilst there might be other members of the community who think these ladies are completely innocent - they certainly don’t have me fooled. So, about that woman and her granddaughter, you know, mothers who fob their kids off onto their mothers, fall into the completely hopeless category - the child’s grandmother is not appropriate nor responsible for raising the child, it’s a generation thing. The Grandmother is not equipped like a mother is. The mother is required to raise her child, as only a mother has natural born instincts that are required for their own special DNA offspring. If you can’t afford to have them, don’t have them, plain and simple. There is no rule stating you have to have kids if you’re a woman or wife. You know it’s because of hopeless mothers, that I have these delinquents and nuisance trucks following me around and harassing me in the first place. There should be a permit required to raising a child, especially in Australia. Hicklebilly country. Stop dam and blast waking me up at all hrs of the night. 26. I am a creative artistic person, always have been. In 2010 I started dabbling in digital collage on my PC in photoshop/Illustrator. I created these pictures below, sold on in the Tamworth art gallery and a few cards in the Gunnedah Art Gallery. I heard that one of the exercises they do in a psych situation, is ask the patient to draw a picture of something, and if the draw a picture of say, a daemonic entity, the person is going to be troubled somewhat, however if they draw a picture of say, a Sun and a house and a friend, then that person would be considered quite normal. So, looking at my pictures below, it can be determined that I am most likely ‘highly ecstatic’! I would concur, at that time in my life, it was certainly much easier than the previous decade. So, contrary to the stupid little blonde dog who follows me around and telling me I am depressed; I can assure you I’m not depressed; I have never ever been depressed. (get a life and bugger off you stupid twit - I have been told she has disappeared 2021, finally (direct result of my BLOG) Oh, and photoshop / Illustrator / Bridge – GENIUS people, thankyou thankyou (Am I the only photoshop user that gets annoyed by photoshop opening infront of other apps?) 27. Every 4th Day re Truck Drivers Concerning Themselves with my Hair I’ve just spent the past hour out on the back deck watering my ferns, they are getting very dry; I’ve only just managed to save one before it turns. Anyway, that whole time I was out there, on the highway (which unfortunately is well within earshot) there’s been a normal sounding truck driver, just driving up and down, turning around, and up and down. I know it’s the same one. Just as I had finished watering, and walked inside, the truck driver beeps, and then as soon as I reached the bathroom to shower and wash my hair, beeps again. And as soon as I am in the shower washing my hair, suddenly there’s no trucks driving by, all quiet. When I wash my hair IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS YOU STUPID TRUCK RETARD Trucks that beep outside my house on the highway is a regular occurrence, as I mentioned numerous times on my blog, I’m trying to do something about it, so far none of my tactics have worked, like they have in other areas. GUESS TRUCK DRIVERS ARE TOO STUPID TO GET IT. Oh, they usually beep whenever they have stolen something too, or when somebody else, has stolen something. So, I’m not sure if today, something has been stolen or whether the truck driver is deliriously happy that I’m going to be washing my hair. What an earth could possess that truck driver, to think, that my hair has anything to do with him or her? Oh, there’s that song stuck in my head again, it goes, fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off. Get your own goddamn life and stay the fuck out of me and my hair. “I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair”….. one of my favourite childhood songs! You know I guess it just goes to show the key to popularity is pretty much not being a narcissist. And I find most people probably will refuse to understand the word narcissist, I mean let's face it it sounds ‘nasty’ and possibly ‘nazi’. A narcissist is someone who tries to control the situation all the time, and undermines your opinion, and tries to put you down (in direct, or passive aggressive ways). The dictionary meaning of the word is: “Narcissistic personality disorder is a mental health condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance. They need and seek too much attention and want people to admire them. People with this disorder may lack the ability to understand or care about the feelings of others.” (as soon as I read this, I immediatley thought of several politicians who fit this bill to a tea. And also a lot of ‘snobs’ like from private schools.) So if you're ever feeling lonely ask yourself do you do those things because I can assure you heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps of people do, there's major dysfunction going on in this country. I personally believe it is such an issue, because of the scary word factor, ‘nasty’ and ‘nazi’! seriously I was ban from spnfl for using the word nazi in an email I sent to another member. People are stupid, scared of the word narcissism, without understanding what it really means. 28. Bike Stealing in Boganville Australia I spent $500 on a bike in 2020, only to discover I had arthritis in my knees, and could not ride anymore (unless all was down-hill!) so I had to sell it. It sold for $100, practically brand new. What a waste. (someone go see if my then landlord has it?). But, my really good 10 speed ladies mauve bike that I got for xmas age 10, {yes, I did have some difficulties reaching the pedals at first!}, was stolen from the family shed at Gunnedah, Henry st, 10-20yrs ago too. I think it was radio/TV related – someone from Sydney stole it, in the entertainment industry. Plus, I believe they also stole my little brothers new bike. No privacy means THEFT. They can’t resist, as they are so STUPID. I’m pretty sure most people would have a ‘stolen bike’ story. I’m thinking Apple should get together with the bike people and insert those tags, hidden, into the bike. I mean talk about brilliant - those thieves have got no chance, NO CHANCE!! Ha ha!! Ha ha!! Ha ha!! Ha ha you stupid shoulder chipped IDIOTS! {OFCOURSE Apple are incahoots with the music industry / radio THIEVES – so actually I don’t think they will do it – otherwise they would have already done it}. In fact, if I had an etrike today (I wish), I would definitely take the body apart and insert one, because they can be tracked everywhere undetected by thief, and the tag lasts for ages without needing to be re-charged. Years. {As I update this I have thieves on FBMP get things I need or just want and put them on FBMP – at inflated prices atm – they used to be cheap, but not anymore – so annoying it’s like those bitches have no idea about my financial situation, even though I have stated it on my blog several times (to stop the stupid thieves from thinking I am rich) -this has been a big problem for me, still is, they still harass me from afar too. So, there is an electric etrike atm on FB – they must get them from Sydney; they have TRANSPORT CARTE BLANCHE? – there is something suss going on, on Facebook marketplace, not sales of stolen goods but monopoly of who can sell….?? Priority given to politicians daughters and or wives, or the biggest bullies in town…. Anyway, aside from money and knees, there is no bike path here, and it’s too dangerous riding a bike on these windy narrow roads}. If there was one, there would be too many people anyway, riding out to the beach, probably? Or probably not, people are lazy in QLD. After I wrote this story and uploaded it in 2026, there was a whole lot of signs going on in the medias, and at Centrelink about who stole my bike! So I'm going to update with this little bit: When I was living in Hornsby, Sydney, just before I returned back to Gunnedah after 10 years, one night there was a whole heap of people on the roof at my unit, I had a little balcony and I could see the roof, there was some blonde boy riding around on a bike in circles, not a child, an adult, it was at night and someone, council(?) had built a huge big street light across the road, and had shined it onto the roof, and my balcony. But I did not recognize the bike rider, or the bike, it was still too dark. Although not that I would have recognized either during the day. I am on t a spotter. It was kind of unusual that there would be anybody on the roof, I don’t think it was designed to take loads and it was not that big, not big enough to ride a bike. But it wasn't unusual that I had people outside my window annoying the crap out of me - this had been an ongoing theme in and across Sydney; if you read my Petersham story; there were literally hordes of people outside my bedroom window on a regular basis at night - it was disturbing. To say the least. Trash community. Anyway, I really thought nothing more of it. But I have a clear memory picture of some blonde person riding around on a bike. So, today, after all the signs, I'm thinking the person who stole my ladies 10 speed mauve sparkly bike, was that person on the roof with MY bike!! – plus, it may have been Hamish Henry!! Someone I knew from Gunnedah and school. Their fair haired family wiggled themselves into our family group of friends around when I was in year 10. {Same time the 4 blonde Wainberg girls wiggled themselves into my life} I think it's related, I can smell dogs; it's blonde related, they all blonde. I'm not entirely 100% sure, I have no proof if it was him? – if it was: what a fucking loser, if not, well, no apologies. But there have been considerable amount of people doing signs it was him - whether they just want me to write about Hamish Henry on my blog?? (we want you to talk about Sharon Stone!!). But they were also telling me “He’s arrogant”, lol (It could've been an angry ex-wife doing signs!), but if I recall back to those days when he was around, yes he was arrogant. And certainly, someone cocky enough to steal a bike. They also did signs, “he stole TWO houses from you”. (?) Just after I got back to Gunnedah, one day there was also a group of people my age riding past me down the street, I remember it, as it was unusual, like nobody rides bikes in Gunnedah {back then}, except for kids. So, I think who ever stole my bike was in Gunnedah and just wanting to show off the fact that they stole my bike - just like an arrogant cocky dick would do. My cousins bike was stolen in Leichardt, I felt bad for him, as he was in yr11/ 12, working part time at Maccas, then maybe fulltime at Maccas briefly before Uni started, he saved up $2000 for a really good bike to ride everywhere across Sydney, he was into sports bigtime. And some arshole stole it off his front deck. ARSHOLE – I AM WILLING YOU TO BURN IN HELL. You know if more people got angry about these thieves, it would not happen – in case you have not noticed society is EXTREMELY anti-anger. So, stand up to all the thieving nazi oppressors (like I do, even though I get banned), and get angry, if your valued item is stolen. The more people who do it, the less ‘normal’ it will be for all the stupid types that cannot handle anger. Sharon Morgan, plus stupid house wives on Facebook. (The very bimbos who raise the thieves in the first place). I just remembered something about my cousin’s bike. That was the time when I was friends with Rachel Wainberg, and hanging out with her, at her place where she and her sister also lived (1993) {later figured it was her, the sister who has been stalking me, harassing me and stealing from me, with her friend Winifred, ever since, for years. I cannot for the likes of me remember her name, still???? and she, it turned out years later, about 30, was my landlord at Gin Gin. And it was there at Gin Gin I recalled the 3 times at least I had inadvertently seen Win {Winifried} back in Sydney over the years, in the background. How many other times were there that I did not notice? What the hell is it with Neanderthals who stalk women? It is the epitome of offensive and stupid, disrespectdul behaviour; evolve you halfwits. How any of those ‘types’ could end up with a woman is beyond me, they certainly would stand no chance with me. Utter retardation. So, anyway, I was studying back then, and so was Sebastian, my cousin; I recall, one day Rachael and I went out with her sister, in their huge old green Mercedes, that their father had purchased for them (he thought it was a safe car – rated as safest by the car magazines!!). Just by the by, the number of problems I have had with his 2nd daughter, I can see he was a useless father, Dr. I am not sure if he was a football fan, but; stop neglecting your kids for your own personal passions, if you wanted to watch football all the time, then you should not have had kids, when you have kids, your life as you know it is over, it is the same for fathers as it is for the mothers. Stop neglecting your fatherhood duties, you should be taking care of your kids – guiding them, setting good examples! Well, I guess, at least his girls didn’t have to catch public transport, unlike my father who thought public transport was perfectly acceptable – he was a little clueless in this area as to what kind of scum there is out there on public transport, and how a single woman, especially a young one, inadvertently attracts them. She is a magnet for idiots. So, their dad must have known about public transport predators – and it is a big thing – heaps of scum just wander around aimlessly looking for amusement and opportunity to steal, even ones who might be on a journey from A to B, if they see a single young woman on her own, will stop their journey so they can follow, annoy or steal. Male and female alike too, other young woman are just as bad as bored young men. And Sydney wide, not just in the troubled western suburbs. A lot of desperado stupids in Australia. I still have dogs who follow me at age 52 – and some of them I am sure have been following me around since I was in Sydney. 35yrs ago. It is why I have so many items stolen constantly. One of them drives a white Toyota Hilux and one of them has a little red hatchback – could be same person swapping cars so they don’t get caught- getting caught is their worst fear – they are coward idiots. More about that “worst fear”; I'm not sure whether it's the humiliation of being found out ,like other people knowing that you're a thief for sure, or is it the revenge that they're scared of? I mean they have a very big fear! I suspect this is why we don't have a dedicated newspaper or TV show / channel network dedicated and covers every single court case in Australia; because some people think it's too humiliating. But as a victim, humiliating a guilty thief is of utmost importance. It is extremely effective. I think they should do it. I have had so many things stolen from me, if they were humiliated in court on TV, they probably wouldn't steal? Although I have noticed with me, some people; their worst fear is just being seen by me, when they're stalking me - it's not even getting caught stealing. I mean they would be fearful of that too, but several times when I have seen people, they have really flipped out. I mean there's a law against stealing, but there's no law against stalking, yet a lot of people worst fear is being “seen” by me – so that tells you exactly how wrong their stalking motivation is. Actually, I noticed in Sydney, the wealthy parents always drive their kids everywhere, including the older ones – I think this must be Sydney thing, more acknowledgment of scum. More awareness than country bumpkins. Anyway, we arrived at out triathlon destination in their big old green Mercedes. Racheal’s sister had a boyfriend (a married man) who was into triathlons. So, we 3 girls headed off to “support” the married man’s escapades. Really not sure what I was doing there! It was a big triathlon, a major event, with bikes everywhere. Actually, I really had no idea what I was doing there at the time. I was hungry. Starving. (Fucking Centrelink). Rachael’s sister was a fucking bitch. After my realisation that she must be responsible for a lot of problems in my life now, re “can’t get Austudy”, I am thinking that my cousins bike theft around that time, may have had something to do with her and that triathalon guy, and the guys friend, maybe she overhead me tell Rachael I could not get Austudy, because Centrelink said my parents were too rich (which ofcourse is was not true, they declined me because the woman working there was a stupid bitch who refused to even give me an application form – I would have been able to get it), anyway, she told her boyfriend, he told his friend? If I recall, both those guys were short. Maybe the husband and his friend, and the sister, all had something to do with Sebastian’s fancy bike theft? Not to mention, also my little brothers bike was stolen in Gunnedah, and I know when he was telling me, there were dogs around, as in someone like Rachael Wainberg’s sister yelling out. And her parents moved to Gunnedah, so she frequently would have been travelling through, and to, Gunnedah over the years. Plus she moved to Mackay shortly after that, and when I was at Mackay in 2026, in the pet shop, I saw that triathalon guy’s friend, I think it was him? I had 2kg of roo mince stolen after I left that store. {What a little stealing stupid bitch and circle of trash; Rachel, you need to get a gun and shoot your sister’s head off.} I also remembered something else; a bit later, I did temp babysitting in Sydney, for many families. I happened to go out one evening to house, and guess whose it was, it was that triathlon man, his 2yr old child, and I briefly met his wife, another blonde. Perhaps that blonde thought that it was me having an affair with her husband, and has been stalking me and stealing from me ever since??? As I have mentioned before on my Blog, I have dogs doing signs “someone stole your boyfriend!!” And I am like “steal all the way – get married and leave me alone”, since I do not have a boyfriend, and have NO intentions of ever acquiring one. Stupid blondes. It was not me who stole your husband, used him for sex, then put him back. It was actually some woman whose name I can’t remember, but it was something a rather Wainberg, and she has since changed it to Cate Rogers. And btw, she looks just like you, a blonde with big boobs and a big butt. Not like me; skinny flat chested brunette. {Side bar, that woman has probably been waiting for me to get married this whole time, so she can steal my husband! lol hahahha hahah ha, still waiting I bet}. As I recall he did not pay me properly for the babysitting evening, it was New Years Eve, and double time. Meant to be double time, (through an agency), but he only paid for half time. So, he is definatly a thief, a sneaky slip of the hand thief, not to mention a cheater. Such trash there is in Sydney. You know it’s bad enough I get retarded idiots following me on trains, but to meet these thieving arsholes via friends, is even worse. STOP STEALING FROM ME YOU STUPID CUNTS. { And note the personal stealing off me, didn't really start when I was living in Sydney, it started after I got back from Melbourne RMIT, in Gunnedah, in 2005. So, the fact that there was stealing at this particular time of $50, around that guy, who was in cahoots with Rachel Weinberg sisters - this is yet another big giveaway, it's definitely them stealing from me. That $50 may have been stolen from my wallet if he did not do slip of the hand, as he had 2x$50 notes to pay me, he held them up to show me before he gave them. By the way, if I were living a different life, as in wanting to partner up with someone, I would never have an affair with a married man. I just ‘don’t believe’ in it; once you’re married, that’s it, you’re married for life, and other women are off the table. You have made a deal with not only each other, but with God. To interfere with this union, is just plain stupid in my opinion. 29. Carpal Boss Lump This morning when I went outside the kookaburras suddenly started laughing hysterically at me! I couldn’t work out what the issue was, I know there are certain things that set them off, - they are very cheeky birds. So, a couple of hours later I was inside and I noticed my wrist, suddenly, there was a big lump on it. I looked it up on google, it’s called Carpal Boss - it’s from over use. And as I’ve been doing a whole heap of knitting and spinning over Christmas and New Year, that must’ve triggered it, and hopefully it’s not an underlying osteoarthritis condition. Bloody Kookers! You know, those kookaburra’s seem to laugh at the most specific times, and often I think as I’m writing my life blog, it could well possibly be my parents, sitting up in those trees, as reincarnated kookaburras, laughing their heads off, upon hearing about my life, and what people are doing! “YOU KNOW - SOME FOREWARNING MIGHT OF BEEN NICE!” Btw, my grandmother used to have kookaburras come and visit her on her verander on the central coast, she used to feed them meat, she would buy little strips of beef already cut, from the supermarket, and leave them on the rail, they would come and take it, then bang the meat on the rail to tenderize it, then gobble it down. I personally now think she did it, so as to make sure the Kookas did not laugh at her! Also, this was the time when I had purchased a pretty magnetic bracelet on ebay, and had been wearing it. I noted it did cause a kind of aching pain after a while, and some may suspect, that it was the magnet that caused the Carpal Lump, due to drawing heavy metals to the area? Well, I am not sure, but I suspect that later could be true, as I have “overworked” a lot in the past, and had never had a Carpal Lump, plus since discarding the bracelet, I have not had one since. I have mentioned before that bracelet is designed by sickoes and weirdos for the intended purpose of causing pain. Update 2026: after obtaining all my medical reports from various doctors -trying to still do something about my bloody foot with centerlink. My foot was never diagnosed by the hopeless fake Podiatrist in Bundaberg; Taylor Taterelli, aka Taylor Wilt, plus my incompt’ GP, Dr Abass. So my update is; Carpal Boss is also known as a ganglion; it was given to me deliberately by the doctors in Bundaberg, and Dr Abass, and IT was caused from the bracelet. They knew I couldn't resist the shiny opalescent colours that they had put the magnets in - was $1.45, I'd be silly not to purchase it. I have written about all of the arsehole doctors on my doctors visits on page 2 life stories. And by the way, when I was speaking to Centrelink, telling them that it was finally diagnosed as metatarsalgia (my foot) her reaction was like “oh who told you!” - as if everybody knew the problem but nobody wanted to tell me. I mean how fucked is this country? how fucked are all the doctors in this country? They're extremely fucked, they're all going to be burning in hell. Thank goodness I have YouTube with mainly American doctors, American Podiatrist – real Podiatrists that know what they're talking about. They have been very helpful - thank you to them. Oh, new address, and the Kookers still persist. I suspect musicians are playing prerecorded noises now - like how I saw Heath Barwick with his stereo hooked over his chest when he was riding a bike down near the river flats making cockatoo noises? So it wasn't actually the kooker's laughing at me it was arsehole musicians and doctors no doubt who had planned this whole lump - they thought it was really funny - fuck them. I am really not sure about the kookers noises as sometimes I can actually see them – in the flesh! By the way, I did try to remove the lump with black salve, and it started to work, it was actually starting to cause a lot of pain, it was going all up my arm bone, up into my shoulder bone, and I must not have been paying attention because suddenly the pain stopped, and I looked at my lump, and I had knocked off the Band-Aid. I thought I probably shouldn't try anymore because of that pain; probably not the right way to go about treating it? 30. Inflammation from collapsed Arch - What to do if you have a Collapsed Arch or Plantar fasciitis – and my God Australia, you are f*ckin useless. I wrote this in 2020, but because I had the problem for many years, I have come back and updated it, so I try to keep the progression clear. But you will be able to detect my anger and frustrations at receiving no care at all from Australian medical “professionals”. I took a photo of this foot inflammation in 2020, even though it’s pretty hard to see. Because a lot of people don’t believe the concept of a collapsed arch or planta fasciitis, they don’t understand about the pain at all. They see that I can still walk around, it looks normal, so, she must be lying, nothing wrong at all. Stupid dogs. Stupid dogs at Bundaberg, stupid Bundaberg podiatrist and GPs. But it is painful to walk around, and the more I walk, the worse it gets, if I keep going, as in, longer than ½ hr, my whole left leg swells up and I can’t bend my knee, very painful. (Even the Dr ignores this – Stupid Dr Enzo at Moore Park Beach – I don’t think he was even a doctor, a fake person – that’s what they do in this country, give me FAKE professionals, and charge me a motza – Moore Park Clinic, North Star · (07) 4155 5001 · admin@northstarmed.com.au · 1 Murdochs Rd Moore Park Beach When it was diagnosed, in late 2019/early 2020, (by a Chiropractor – who later refused to put it in writing, Dr Mo at Gin Gin), when it was extremely painful, and probably at its worst since I had been wearing the offending shoes the whole time and just walking around as if it ought to heel on its own…... (late 2016 it happened, I think, I was just re reading my notes, and I could not believe I did not attempt to go to the Drs when it happen immediately, you never know, they may have figured it out? Doubt it, but you never know. I just kept waiting for it to heel, then by the time I went to the Doctor, it was just before I was booted from Gunnedah in 2017, so too late, literally, no available slots till after I moved. And there was no point at all after that, as QLD Drs are fuckin useless, I mean my GP at Gin Gin, did not, at any point, even LOOK at my foot! (Nor did the one at Sarina, although one female did, but she could not see any problem, and so thought I was making it up…... STUPID, so 5 GPs I think, and no diagnosis from any of them). And I have described what the stupid blonde bimbo podiatrists did in 2019…...she, and that clinic; Advance Foot Care – aka My Foot Doctor Bundaberg, needs to be sued). Anyway, that day in 2021, I looked at my foot, and I could see it was completely floppy, a clear “collapse” and I wish I had taken, not only a photo but a little video, to put up on YouTube, because people would be able to clearly see the collapsed arch from that footage – when it first happened you could not see that floppy collapse, it was not as severe, the only thing visible, was my 2nd toe sticking vertically upright for a few hours, next day it went back down, and I thought all must hunky dory – the nuisance niggling pain I felt later I thought was from a seed under my foot, stuck in between my foot and crocs, as sometimes they did – that’s why I did not go to the Dr (Not to mention the bimbo Dr’s receptionist problem I was having of them REFUSING to give me Dr appointments). So, I’ve had this inflammation in my foot for 4yrs, it’s quite visible today, because it’s very hot, it’s middle of summer. I’ve been told it takes plantar fasciitis 12 months to heal, and it’s been 13 months since I’ve thrown out the culprit offending boots, that were causing the problem in the first place, then the tiptoeing in the pool + walking around in bad boots with a 20c coin sized hole – 4mm deep, for 5yrs, with sore foot the whole time – major further damage, thanks to Jobs providers in Gladstone (who refused to provide new work boots, Tania Poschalk and Belinda Kristensen – not solely responsible for my foot injury, but they should have replaced my work boots when I requested it, as they caused years of pain later). {btw, it’s because Australians like to pretend nothing bad ever happens and tries to save all the bimbos, and does nothing about the guilty people, that incompetencies like this diagnosis goes on – and aswell as many other stupid things in this country}. So, a big issue is knowing that you have it. It seems diagnosis in this country, Australia, is non existant, or comes with a 10-year delay. (More about how to get rid of inflammation later – this story originally was about how to get rid of inflammation). So, my plantar fasciitis / Collapsed Arch wasn’t diagnosed for 4 years after it happened, so I was in slight pain the whole time, still walking around normally and wearing the offending work boots with slight hole. The Dr in Gunnedah had no idea what the problem was, he just thought I had a planta wart, and told me to use Salicylic acid (which btw, DOES NOT WORK at all). It wasn’t until I saw a Chyro in Gin Gin, when it was part diagnosed, as it turns out not only did, I have a collapsed arch, but I also had metatarsalgia (seriously, metatarsalgia was not diagnosed until 9 1/2 years after it happened). So, once Collapsed Arch has been diagnosed, the only way it will heel in a short time, (and no one tells you this btw), is NO PRESSURE ON IT AT ALL, which means no walking anywhere ever. Maybe 3mnths, it will be heeled if you do that. But this is pretty much near impossible unless (A) you know straight away when it happens what the problem is (as if that would happen anyway), and (B) you have a merry bunch of hefty slave men who are willing to do lift you to the loo, and do all your cooking, cleaning and whatever else needs done…. Most people do not have this, as in NO ONE! and considering I had to re-locate 8 times on a collapsed arch with all my vast array of furniture and whatnot, on my own. I did major further damage, especially because of the work boots. Maybe if you suddenly at that point in your life could do nothing, lived in a roomy house so you could get a scooter, crutches, and or a wheelchair, you might be in with a hope. But see, as you can walk on it anyway, one does - its much easy to slightly limp than change your whole life which is probably unaffordable for most anyway. A wheelchair would not even fit in any place I have lived. And since most who gets this affliction do not know “NO PRESSURE ON IT AT ALL” – it is a concerning issue, hence why I am writing about it. So, you need to know; if you are forced to walk around, – it does not heal, at all. It just will NOT heel under that circumstance, even if you only walk a little for the essentials; food and bathroom. Will not heal. 6yrs later I still have it. So, before I updated this story again, I had listed a whole heap of things the physio at Bundaberg recommends (at least that Dr could detect a problem, and stated as such, plus put it in writing! Dr Cody Amos), I still will include below old writing, but something happened in Dec 2023, and for just a brief moment I was suddenly in no pain – it was heeling. I will explain: because I had moved to QLD, somewhat near the coast, and had been mopeing around in my bedroom for near 5yrs, I knew I had to something good or I should start to feel bad, as in mentally bad, even though I had my entertaining Prime Video and still occasional seed sale! So, I booked myself in to a snorkel daytrip – I thought how perfect for my foot, no pressure at all except from the car park to the marina. That day, and it was the 1st day of Summer, I spent 3hrs in the ocean, the water was a little cool still, but pleasant enough. But after 3hrs, it’s really cold, I got stiff as a board, but I refused to get out, as on the boat I would get bad seasickness. I believe this cold, plus possibly the magic of Steve Irwin’s spirit out there in the water (no dogs either that day – a bloody miracle in itself), kickstarted the healing. Oh, and I had gone to the Chiro/ osteopath that morning in Mackay just before the trip, he had done an adjustment, as I had a few days before “put my back out” – I recall it was quite painful driving up there with possible slipped disc/ lower back pain. {What a mess}. Anyway, the next day, my foot was still sore, but not only was my back not hurting anymore, but I was moving around like I was, back in my 20s again!! I had such agility. I felt so good, good and upright! Infact, a few days later I planted a lemon tree out, I felt so good, but unfortunatly in the process of doing that, I did my back in, again! So back to bed again! I should mention, that osteopath was excellent, he may have assisted in the ‘free movement’ thing?? Maybe combination of both him and cold-water treatment?? Unfortunatly that guy moved back to Melbourne and has a business there now, I think his name was Jamison, but that sounds suss to me, as Jamison name is one I am familiar with – NOT good people. But that young guy, very good. So, actually putting my back out again was a blessing in disguise; after about three weeks of taking it easy, lying down, my back stopped hurting, and suddenly, I noticed one day that my foot wasn’t in any pain either! Well, only a very small amount compared to usual. OMG you should have seen how excited I was. I got so excited, years, years of being unable to go for a walk……so, I felt I could hurry up the next final step, by squishing my foot into squishy sand at the beach, and stretching it… an instinct I had. So off I hurriedly exciting went over to Armstrong Beach, only 11 minutes away, but, unfortunatly after 50m or so, I realized there was no squishy sand at Armstrong Beach, just firm mud sand, and I had been walking too hastily with too much enthusiasm, and I could feel I had done something to it. Of course, it re-collapsed again, FUCK. What a waste. So, if by chance you have this problem, and it starts to heel - you’ve gotta take it easy still, and build up the strength before going for an excited walk. So meanwhile, I waited all year to repeat that day out snorkeling, but alas, the dogs were their next time, and they did it different from the other time, back to front, so I could not spend those 3hrs in the water. I suspect (as this ALLWAYS happens, I go somewhere, it’s great, so I go back a second time and suddenly, NO, there are dogs there verbally harassing me or doing weird things to try to inflict their power tripping dysfunction over me, like monkeys on my back – happens ALL THE TIME, all the time.) I want to mention actually what happened that day, because it was “back to front” this time, we did swimming on the island in the morning, so I thought, no probs I'll just start my three hours of being in the ocean then. It was around 9 o'clock in the morning. I put my head under the water, it was quite cold, and something weird happened -if you've read my blog, you know that I state that I have an “allergy” to the cold, I guess this is why I say that; the cold water around my head and ears really affected me, like I suddenly was lethargic, and I had to lie down. I got out and went onto the beach and just kind of laid down in the woozy manner for an hour or so until it was time to go back to the boat. I was trying to warm up in the sun, but it wasn't really hot that day, so it took ages to recoup. I did test this head underwater thing out when it was really hot one day at Sarina Beach, where the water gets really warm, it's like bathwater in the heat of summer - it was fine no probs. So back to that initial day of cold treatment, I did not have my head underwater in those 3 hrs after lunch, although it was a bit warmer, and I had it under while I was snorkeling, no probs then. I also suspect, aside from the cold water and osteopath to heal my foot, as I spent practically all day with people that are not usually in my life, on that boat; I got to thinking, maybe, healing by being around ‘healing people’ instead of the usual dogs who are around me – the ones who steal from me, and follow me where ever I go – the blonde bimbo – ones sent by possibly job agencies/Centrelink; sent to harass?? I concluded this is more than probably a big contributor to the healing too. I’m trying to find out if ‘cold treatments’ are available through a hospital, but so far, no avail. It was only in 2016 that it was brought into mainstream consciousness about exactly how helpful cold water is. I certainly had not been aware about it – and even in 2016, I just thought well, it works with immediate pain, but I had no idea it would actually prompt the body to start healing – but that’s what happens. Infact it is so beneficial, it ought to be common knowledge. Again, another area lacking in the school education system. Seriously this needs to be incorporated into the curriculum, like Basic first aid CARE. I emphasize that word, as do this, and crime will go down too. I recall that movie Cocoon from the 80’s – I bet this was the inspiration. You know, no Dr, nor the physio or podiatrist have any idea how to treat my foot. Certainly NO ONE mentioned cold treatment to me. I tried the local Sarina pool, but they were closed well into summer, so the water was too warm by the time they opened, plus there are dogs there, so not going to work anyway. I also tried the Mackay pool, but the girl (the shithead) at the kiosk failed to mention pool heater switched on after I said “cold treatment” to her. I also tried the local hotel that have a pool – but no, “for paying hotel guests only” I also noted I trod on some glass a month back, there was blood, but it was not that bad. (And ofcourse with my left foot again), but now that’s its heeled, I noted there is a slight raised area where the cut was, its like it did not heel properly, so now that area is slightly ‘off’. So, I am hoping that is not what has happened to my Collapsed Arch, I mean now, maybe it too has heeled as much as its going to, leaving me permanently in pain? But I mean when I looked at, infact just after I got that cut, as I had to do some strenuous work cleaning in the kitchen; my toe was sticking up in the air, it looked almost as bad as how it looked that very first day in the pool when it collapsed, back in 2016. So, I thought it has simply re-collapsed again, but as I stroke the inner arch, there is no sharp pain, like what there has been for the past 6yrs. Or maybe I just can’t find it this time – it tends to hide? So, now below this is what I had written before I discovered cold treatments; Maybe a physio or a masseuse could do something, but no one really knows whether it should be just left to heal or should I poke, prod and massage or do stretching exercises? A Physio did give me some exercises to do, I tried, but actually it just makes it worse in my opinion, but I will go through what they told me below. This is what has been best for me, but none of things I mentioned below really work to heel it. (so, what’s the point? Work for nothing?) Unfortunately, as you cannot spend the next 12 months not walking on your sore foot at all -the first thing you have to do is get a support for your arch it’s better if you get a physio to do it for you, he can make it up to the correct height for your arch out of adhesive foam – at no cost (a podiatrist will charge you $600 for orthopedics, and $150 for consult, I would not bother going to a podiatrist, at least not a female one at any rate (seriously, such FAKERS, thieving fakers, they are hopeless). Plus, go to a physio, a male one. The one that I saw, could see AND FEEL the planta fasciitis -no one else could, (except the chiro who diagnosed it – but even then, I’m not entirely sure he could see it, as I suspect someone in the Dance world recognized the problem, as this type of Collapsed Arch is what Ballerinas sometimes suffer from – so I think the chiro had been ‘got’, and advised by someone what the issue was, so if I were to ask, “tell her”.)? This also would explain his coy behaviour later; he refused to put the diagnosis in writing. But the physio did not tell me about Metatarsalgia, or did not know it, even though I told him about the pain at the front of my foot – its so obvious a problem, just bizarre it took nearly 10 years for this diagnosis There are gov Care plans available, but not when you first present with a problem, they only give you the ‘part money’ care plan if you have had the condition for several years. But I no longer bother with that, it’s to useless a system, still too expensive, and the female dogs steal my visits anyway. I am at the point now in 2021, where from walking so ‘funny like’, for so long I have quite a few other big problems in both feet, plus in my right leg, but I think if I went to the physio every day, those problems could be fixed after a short matter of time – with massage (I guess it will help). Again, unfordable. This physio foam pad was very helpful, although after a few months when I felt I could remove the support, I think it collapsed again. So, you need to build the muscle back up slowly, these exercises I was told to do, really hurt, so I stopped doing them shortly, except 1 or 2; you need to relax the muscle with gentle self-massage (unfortunately only the people that live in fairytale world can afford a proper physio every day) – anyway, a proper masseuse would probably not know what to do about a collapsed arch anyway. Any exercises or stretches on the ball of my foot would agitate the pain and metatarsal bones – so that why the ones I was told to do made it worse, instead of better. I feel after not much activity after 5yrs, a masseuse is needed to get the circulation moving in my whole left leg, urgently, as other problems have developed like toe impingement on my right foot from slightly limping, then deferred spine pain down my left leg with pins and needles sometimes, I would say from limping too, affecting my spine, back pain, and fluid in my left knee. When I was working in Enmore, I remember seeing a naturopath to treat whiplash, from a minor car accident, and she decided to treat it with massage, she must’ve been a masseuse as well as a naturopathic clinician, but I remember those massages - they were so wonderful! - that woman totally knew what to do, she had a real feel for it, and then I remember driving home almost ‘ecstatic like’, I was put in such a good mood from her massage, and the next day I actually felt a little bit stiff and sore, like you would if you’d been to the gym for a workout, I mean that’s how good she was. (No need to exert yourself at a gym, just get a proper massage!!) Unfortunately, I don’t remember her name, and the naturopaths up here don’t do massage... they don’t make them like they used to…. Good people are hard to come by now – such laziness aside from “fakery”. Anyway, back to my exercises. A Physio told me one exercise was, arching your foot so pretend you’re picking up a wet towel with your toes, that scrunching act builds up the muscle. I felt that is a good one, not too painful. Then stretch the big toe against the wall, up. Then stretch calf too – this is good, but better to stretch it out with a soft ball. I purchased several in different sizes/ firmness to get the right one for me. Also stretch foot around clockwise then anticlockwise, use a fulcrum to twist and strain; twisting flexed, twisting pointed. Not sure about that one, someone stole my red rubber fulcrum that the physio gave me. I later tried stretching my whole foot with my old cotton sloppy joe jumper – and, this did the trick, I put it around my whole foot and pulled, much better than just the arch part. One podiatrist said to elevate myself up on tippytoes, this was way too painful to do, and infact the left foot cannot really take the weight, so all weight was going on my right tippytoes anyway. This is the OPPOSITE of what you should be doing with metatarsalgia. I recommend not doing that. See, why would he recommend that – clueless. I found in the heat of summer it is much worse, so roll your foot on a bottle of frozen water to help stretch and cool the muscle. This does not help to heal, but may reduce inflammation. Rest rest rest (it is extremely difficult to do nothing, I found knitting and Netflix helps, but the young (and stupid) people from Netflix were stealing from me, so I switched to Prime Video. I have a roller chair, really you need to be wheel chair bound the whole time – no walking, no weight on that foot at all, until its healed. (As if that is possible!). So, I’m just going to still have to patiently wait for it to heal. Waiting waiting waiting. I also discovered just recently, if I hang a soft padded fabric sling from my canopy bed, I can rest and put my foot in this canopy sling and raise it up only about 20cm. I feel this made a huge difference the next day when I stood up in the morning, instead of my usual aching limp to the kitchen, I actually didn’t notice the planta fasciitis for the first time in a long time, it was only when I thought about how my foot is not hurting, when I flexed slightly and tried all weight on the pad part of the foot, then I could feel it, but it wasn’t majorly painful like usual. This still did not heal it though in the end, and I cannot have my canopy fixed at my new old motel room address. In Nov 2021, I have found a cure for inflammation! I came about this by accident because I have purchased a new blowup inflatable spa with COVID19 cash grants, and I filled it up with some hot water (solar powered hot water) and as it was spring, I didn’t realize exactly how hot it would be, and I put my feet in, and it was too hot to get in, but I decided that I should give my foot a massage with the bubbles and hot water, - with a bit of Ylang Ylang pure essential oil (known for anti-inflammatory benefits). My foot was in there for probably 15 minutes, in that very very hot water, up to my knees. My feet and calves were red raw, and looked cooked! But it was just a short time after that, maybe 2 days, suddenly I had kind of like a pustule bust from my toes, the big one, and the one next to it, full of a clear liquid, and I believe that was the inflammation, or lymph fluid (?), because my foot was greatly improved after this. The raised swollen area was gone – and is still gone in 2023. And so, instead of only walking for 10 minutes or so, I could last 20minutes or so, until it progressively got worse. I was in far less pain, and I was so thrilled about this that I have to write it down, because I’ve never heard of this before, in fact I’ve only just discovered lymphoedema massage is used for the same thing; if your lymph nodes aren’t working properly (and sometimes in the past my lymph nodes have not been working properly, - apparently due to an injury in my left breast when I was working as a nanny, the little girl kicked me as hard as she could in my boob, she was throwing a tantrum – my boob swelled up to 4 times its normal size, I had to have an aspiration. SO now my feet swell up to twice the size in hot hot weather). So, I went to a lymphoedema massage – but again, female fucking fakers – they are useless. Seriously, there needs to be a ban on all so-called female “professionals” in the health sector – they are that hopeless. Oh, I need to add, the podiatrist, who was a young female, she could not see the collapse arched, and after 45 minutes of poking and prodding, and having to traipse around, she said the reason I’m having so much pain is because I’m walking funny - truly ridiculous. I told her I’ve been walking for many years I’ve pretty much got it down pat, and NO I was not going to spend $600 on her pair of orthopedics that she wanted me to purchase - total moneymaking scammer. (Unable to walk an hr later or bend my knee, plus I had sharp pain in my left boob for the next week), they also charged me $100/$150 without Chronic Disease Management plan, when it should have been free. Plus, the young male Dr, I happened to see later that day – totally ignored the enlarged knee (trying to save the stupid fake blonde bimbo podiatrist?). BTW, while I say at the top, go to the doctor, or physio or a podiatrist - if I had of gone to this girl initially, it would’ve been an even worse disaster. However, there was one doctor an older man in 2017 who suggested I see a podiatrist. (Old man doctors by far superior to young men doctors, and definitely try to avoid a female. So basically, I still can’t walk. You know what, in life, one has to go through ‘stuff’ and if I have to experience what it’s like being handicapped in some way, at least it’s only this. It could be much worse, I mean with the collapsed arch, I can more or less get around to do basic things, and look after myself, especially with my roller chair. And I can lay in bed quite comfortably and do things for short periods, like knit, write, or watch telly, which also gives other parts of my body that have copped a bit of a beating from being overworked gardening, time to rest and heal too. I often have to tell myself; things could be much worse whenever I’ve got the violin strings out. Update 2021, I didn’t have one of those spiky balls to roll under my arch, but I found a glass jar, instead of rolling it on the usual spot, I extended it right out to the long toe - it just so happens that the second toe next to the big toe is longer than my big toe, on my foot, it’s a little unusual, but when I did this, it was almost an ecstatic feeling, it just felt so good to really stretch that whole toe and muscle out. And from that point on, I felt there has been a change, and it’s not as painful, and there’s not as much inflammation. While it is still sore today, I’m pretty sure it’s not as painful this summer as it was last summer. I just have to remember to still take it easy, and not do anything like gardening outside. But I’ve started making plans for what I’m going to do when I no longer have a sore foot, and can walk properly, the exercise I’m going to do…. 2022 update I have discovered a reflexologist on You tube who shows you how to get rid of lymph fluid. It turns out I did have a buildup of lymph fluid – I just thought it was inflammation. But due to the inactivity, I guess lymph fluid became a problem, then especially when I moved to my new mould unit in a rainforest garden, so major mold problem, then very sore lymph under my arms and black lumps. Anyway, after I used his technique (Dr Adam Thomas), OMG, the relief was amazing, I was so thrilled about all that excess fluid on top of my foot and along the shin, finally just disappearing, and practically overnight, that I left a marriage proposal on his YouTube comments!!! His wife is lucky woman! (he’s married thankgoodness!). I have found it interesting, that going to a Doctor in Australia, on average, really makes no difference to your health problem, infact it may even make it worse. They seem to have no abilities to notice the problem and heal at all. Possibly 2 exceptions to that, the Dr who could diagnose my arthritis without doing any expensive tests, and the one who diagnosed my elbow; olecranon bursa. Both Indian backgrounds. Although someone later told me I did not really have arthritis in my knee, it was something else. So not sure if they were being bitch, or its true? I want to write further, what happened on my snorkel trip with the full cure: In 2022, I had been really exhausted from having to re-locate again (AGAIN), and so I spent at least the next 5 months pretty much doing nothing trying to recoup my whole body was aching, again, spent arms. I am not sure most people would understand they type of ‘body exhaustion’ I am talking about here? {later found it was related to Scoliosis and fascia problems}. Anyway, in the water I was not sure how my foot would react the following day for wearing flippers for so long, and having a pointed toe for so long – after all, that was how it ultimately collapsed in the end – from standing on my tippies in the pool. The flippers were huge, the good expensive full foot kind, I recall swimming back to the boat instead of taking the dingy, and my left foot especially was cramping from my strain of using them again, for the first time in years - I was kicking hastily back to the boat, before a shark came along! I just saw a sting ray instead! No need to fear! I was really enjoying being down at the back of the boat sitting on the underwater step, and being out of ear shot of everyone. I was hanging on to the back steps, just kind of bobbing around with my googles on, not that I could see much, but it was reassuring seeing nothing in such deep water! Maybe 4m deep? So still fairly light when you looked down. Sometimes I would rest on the bottom step under the water, but still making sure my feet were not touching anything. I found I had to keep moving so I did not get too cold. I did leg exercises, like lift both my legs, pointed my toes, then taking them back down pointing to the sand below. I also did not have my head under water mostly for that part. My whole body, especially my back and legs, were stiff as a board – it did not feel at all, like I had been ‘cured’! Infact, I thought I would most likely be stiff and sore all the following week. I was only down there to avoid being seasick, I had NO IDEA, it would cure my foot. We left at 3pm, I got sick again on the way back. Vomited all over the engines again. I hastily left the boat and drove 1/2hr back to Sarina, and them immersed myself in a long hot shower washing my tangled hair mess. I have been patiently waiting until the following spring when I can repeat the process. I wanted a “Groundhog Day” it did not happen. I did want to go in Autumn, but had no money, it is expensive going out the on the Wildcat, seems to be the only way to go out to the reef, bar purchasing a helicopter! Transport a problem from the coast to the barrier reef and surrounding islands. Plus, they put my rent up, plus all monthly bills, I have no money at all…. can’t even really afford to feed my cat properly, {but I do}. I am extreme low income for some reason, they only give liars, cheaters and dogs money in Australia. Not to mention the thefts continue, and I am surrounded by dogs who harass me daily still – the bimbos. Plus, there are the dogs who drive outside my place, they continue too – beeping harassment. Also, I saw a documentary for ‘space research’. This got me thinking, if, when arch collapses, if you went into “space” for 3mnths – prob a full cure then too! So, if you can afford to go out into space -do that after you get a collapsed arch  Another update 2026 After so long of not been able to walk, plus there was a whole incident involving the QLD police, who it turns out have been stalking and stealing from me, and who have given me 3 speeding tickets for one when I knew I wasn't speeding. – so, they are stealing cash from me in this manner. Jealous little girls. So I am in dire financial situation, I simply do not have enough money, and are seemingly unable to make any more money because the police keep stealing any money that I make from even selling my 2nd hand items on FB. So, I thought, I'll just put in for a disability pension. I already done this in 2020 and was refused, but this time I had a Doctor who said that he will support me in my claim. So, I put in all of the applications, and once again was refused. The girl who did the ‘interview’ with was a total dog, I think she was from the television industry? Or in fact I think it might've been that stupid girl from the Bundaberg Mental Health Hospital, the young ‘safety’ nurse: cocky and stupid, that's how they make them now days. Then the guy I spoke to, says it's because I have no evidence. I was thinking what! how many doctors and how many stupid fake Podiatrist have I seen – I even have scans. I think they may be averse to my doctor who is African. English not first language. So now I'm going to have to get all of this evidence myself. Isn’t that what the Dr was meant to provide? So, for the past few months, I've been getting copies of reports and scans. Plus, I had to do another care plan - I couldn't believe it, because I've already done 3 I think it was at Gin Gin, and it was pointless, it just cost me money - they did not help at all. But I realise this was the process that I have to go through for stupid Centrelink cunts. So, I book my appointment at the Physio who works 1 day s week in Sarina. {Apparently it's the wrong Physio, because they have a scoliosis Physio, but they decided for some reason not to send me that one - I'm not entirely sure that's true I just get hints of all of these things}. But when I went to the Physio, he was pretty useless when it came to my back, like I mean, I don't think he even knows what fascia is, or understands how the scoliosis affects my movement. He had no idea, and as I was not in pain on the day, he seemed to think there were NO PROBLEMS AT ALL – he has not written his report yet, but I read the letter he sent to the Dr for an update, it implied my back was cured! Anyway, so I go back the next week, (after being harassed by their receptionists, ofcourse – I think they are somehow stealing from me? Very suss) I was thinking I'm sure he wasn’t be helpful about my foot too, but it turns out, he was helpful in regards to my foot, because he told me about metatarsal bones and the main pain there. I've never heard of it before then and that's when I did further research and realised oh, I have Metatarsalgia! And what I have to do to ease the pain, and which is currently what I'm doing at the moment with a lot of padding. Apparently Metatarsalgia is mostly caused from a lack of fat at the base of your pad ball of the foot - which is exactly what happened to me because I had a big hole in my foot from the planta wart. Aswell as the collapsed arch. The physio gave me the toe lift stretch – again the opposite of what you should do, but I found other good ones to do via YouTube. I'm certainly glad for YouTube, there are some definitely wonderful Podiatrist's and physiotherapists on YouTube. Like, the Americans know how to do it - I think all Australians should just close down their universities and go over to America because they are heaps better. They are superior in their medical knowledge. I'm still midway through this treatment plan. I still have a sore foot. The pain has been reduced. This physio did give me one exercise for immediate back relief: if I'm strained and hunched over because of my back, then I am to lean over to one side with my arm over my head for 20 seconds, then pause and then repeat another 20 second lean. Which actually does wonders, it really releases the tension somehow. So, I guess that was a big positive. Guess I'll have to update later . 31. Physio Stealing From Me (female – what a surprise) This Physio stated she only charge me chargeback amount of $55 but in actual fact charged my credit card $85 So as part of my care plan to try to cure my collapsed arch, I have been given 5 appointments to see specialists, they’re meant to be free to me, as the Gov (Medicare pays the Dr) but so far, I’ve not been to any that have been free. Here is what happened at the Friendlies Physio centre in Bundaberg in 2022. What happens with my foot, if I walk on it for too long, particularly in the summer heat, my whole left leg swells up, with inflammation or lymphoedema problems, and so I booked into a physio, who was a specialist particularly, in the field of lymphoedema massage. I made a point of going there after I knew I would have some problems because I had to do a few errands in town that day, but when I went there my leg was quite normal, it hadn’t swollen up as per usual, I still attended the appointment to see what she had to say. She (Sarah Atkinson) said it was a little swollen compared to the other, I told her I had seen photos of lymphoedema cases, where the lg, ankle and foot was 3 times the size, and so finally my foot must be healing. However, she wanted me to buy a stocking to wear on my leg, which cost $80, and I felt it was a little strange considering I didn’t really have a major lymphoedema problem, and she admitted that, but then she wanted me to buy a stocking anyway, and said if I bought the stocking, then she would make sure I didn’t get charged $85, and just $55, so I would get the full rebate back ($55). So, I was pleased about that, pleased to finally hear a health specialist admit, that it is up to them what they charge, and any who charge more than the rebate amount ARE OVERCHARGING – MOST WILL SAY, oh no, there is an “automatic” extra charge. {btw, the podiatrist charged $149 – blatant theft, then wanted me spend $650 on orthopaedics – more blatant theft} So, then talking to the girls out the front who were charging me, I told them that I didn’t really have lymphoedema, and so it seemed a little bit pointless in spending $80 on a stocking, and so in the end I didn’t purchase the stocking - {thank goodness -no free lunches for stocking bitches. I find in many retail situations, there are often girls trying to push me to over-spend or buy things I do not need – a common thing, this was no different.} So, I left, still expecting not to be charged $85 but only $55, even though I didn’t buy the stocking - it’s not like it’s a pre-requirement, that I purchase stockings, in order to receive care. But when I checked my credit card later, they charged me $85. So, I mean, that is blatant theft. Absolute shame and greed in the health sector. Another girl who doesn’t have any common-sense and makes the wrong decision based on greed. Plus, she literally just sits there and uses one hand to slowly, actually it’s like slow motion, to rub, or not even rub, more like ‘sweep’ down the leg, and then back up, I felt like even, I could do that, as in, it doesn’t really take any skills to do that, in fact I thought, I would be better at it than her, because she seemed to be missing all the key lymphoedema spots, like infront of the toes, and around the ankles, and up from the ankles along a certain muscle towards the back of the knee, and the back of the knee. She seemed to be a little bit oblivious to the lymph hotspots. This is another final straw photo story, due to all the female bimbo medical staff (mostly receptionists) who overcharge me, and have been stealing from me, over many years, not only stealing, but major harassment as well. The other physio in Bundaberg, male, Cody, charges $75, - Crofton st Physio, so still overcharging care plan recipients {Cody was the only competent Dr, aside from the Chiro who could see the Collapsed Arch, and note, when they actually do their job properly, and know what they are doing, I am not concerned about being overcharged) Life Stories P15 NEXT About P1 , About P2, Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15 (this) , LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Some of the items stolen from me, while I was living at Rangari, Gunnedah, NSW. I did not start keeping track till after about 5yrs, when I realized I was being targeted by same people. So, there are heaps of items not written down. I want to add, if I ever had cash in my wallet, it would always be stolen too. Also, when I first discover something that has been stolen, particularly when I was living at Rangari, I used to get so mad and angry, especially after about the 200-300th item, and, because, "how dare someone steal from me!" And so, when I started writing about it and posting photos with writings, in those angry moments. I sounded quite mad. I have found a lot of people, as in, all people, cannot handle an angry woman, at all - and that's just on paper! I mean there is basically zero tolerance for anger in a woman. I would like to say, it is completely dysfunctional to be so scared of an angry woman. And so, I’ve had to rewrite and reword some of my photo stories, possibly eliminating some of the swear words, and maybe not being so gung-ho. But I did want to really portray how angry I was, and still am, and how much of the thief’s dysfunction, was passed across to me, in my now new attitude of "everyone can go fuck themselves". Because I have removed a lot of those irate words, when I read my blog now, it often comes across as quite comical, which is fine, because it’s always good to have a good laugh. But just remember, every single item that has been stolen from me, I was never laughing when they were taken. I was furious, with each item that has been taken, and I’ll not forget nor forgive whoever is responsible. Their karmic dept problem now. 1. 17 x Arabia Rustica stoneware dinner plates STOLEN, one at a time from pantry at Rangari, over 4yr period, 2012-2016 I inherited this stack of 22 dinner plates fro m my parents after they both died. They were given them as a gift on their wedding day. They owned the full set including bowels, mugs, tea pot, casserole dish, butter dish, bread plates….. One day as I was standing, staring at my pantry deciding what I should have for dinner, I noticed my stack of plates was not really a stack any more, in fact there was only 5 plates there, and as I had just finished putting away all the clean plates, the alarm bells suddenly finally started ringing. Someone had been taking them out of my pantry over a 4year period, one at a time, so I would not notice. I don’t know who would have taken my plates? I was 40km out of town, so it would be a big inconvenience for someone to drive all the way out, just to steal a plate. Although these plates sell on eBay for $22 each (then, probably more at the moment). There are multiple suspects; from my siblings to my next-door neighbour; to ebay staff; and other ebay members -people who are familiar with eBay. Although when I did inherit these, there were no hard feelings from my other siblings about these plates, so actually I don’t think it would be them -but you never know. Given the frequency of the thefts, I’m definitely thinking it was someone who lives close by, as in a neighbour. Of course, there is that little blonde short girl that I have mentioned, a definite likelihood that she did it, because these plates are ‘designer’ and any designer things, items or clothing, that I own; gets stolen. And it would come down to the fact that this particular thief doesn’t think that I’m worthy of owning a designer items, so she steals them. By the way, this particular set is by a famous designer named Ulla Procope who designed for the brand Arabia, based in Finland. This set was named “Ruska”. It was particularly famous dinner ware, mainly, I would say, because it was made out of stoneware, and stoneware is very practical, it doesn’t break easily at all, infact its practically ‘drop proof’. It was in production for 50 years after she released it, so it’s a very famous dinner set. I hope the person who stole it gets cancer and dies. This is not a game you stupid bimbo. Aswell as 17 of my stoneware plates, later, I had 10 x 500ml (large) Maxwell and Williams Porcelain coffee cups stolen, again one by one. Those mugs, from “House.com” were taken later between, 2016 -2019. Those mugs were unusually big, and had a fine rim, that’s why I chose them. Again, I don’t know who took the mugs, possibly the same short blonde, although I do have a new suspect concerning these mugs, and that was a lawyer and his partner. I lived on their property briefly, renting their cottage near their house, after Rangari farm sold. I got to know what that person was like, and he was quite vile (apparently it is a common personality trait for a lawyer) He’s the type of person that if he gives you something, he doesn’t really mean to. It’s like he expects it back in return for something or some such thing (? I believe it’s called ‘Indian’ giving – not that I am opposed to Indians, and know they are not Indian givers so to speak). For instance, when I was there, I was doing some gardening for him, in exchange for reduced rent (which by the way is the worst deal a tenant could have - don’t ever do it) But anyway, I asked him one day if I could use his watering can, I noticed it sat near their veranda not used. I wanted it down in my new shade house that we had both constructed for the vege patch. He said sure, very good naturedly. So, I started using it. But then over the next week, he kind of started whingeing about this watering can, going on and on as if he didn’t really want to give it to me -in a strange way, not entirely sure if that’s what he meant, but he didn’t ask if he could have it back, he just kept making these kind of snide remarks about his watering can - it was ridiculous. It was like truly antagonistic stupid old man drunken behaviour. Then the next thing you know, his partner Sarah who did not garden, I don’t think she even cooked. She was hopeless at wife duties, her talent lay in talking to people and schmoozing, she was Peters right arm. Suddenly she wanted to put a herb trough on the veranda, and so required a watering can. But, still, they didn’t ask for it back, I personally believe she got this little herb trough, just as an excuse to show me; see we do need the watering can, and you shouldn’t have asked for it. So this kind of passive aggressive stupidity is not something I tolerate. If you want something, you have to ask for it - I don’t respond to bully tactics, I didn’t return the watering can to the verander - if you want to get a response from me then you will have to do it like a sane person and communicate with me, in a sane manner. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. You can understand why I didn’t last at this place very long. (I did not take the watering can with me) Sarah has a lot of contacts because she’s married to someone quite wealthy, she kind of is worshipped by “class hung up” stupid little Gunnedah bimbos - the one that is short and has blonde hair and who steals from me, who I have mentioned numerously – she is like the opposite of that around Sarah!! I believe Sarah has something to do with the theft of my mugs, I know she does, in fact, she’s friends with the marketing people who came up with a pink mug one that would match my new replacement dinner set, which was pink. And also, why I suspect them, is because he gave my sister a travel mug when she used to work for him some years before, I’m not sure of the details, maybe she just saw him using them as they travelled together, thought they were good and bought a couple, or maybe he bought a couple for her - I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have stolen them from him, in fact I know she would not have stolen them from him. But anyway, she gave me one and possibly he saw me with this travel mug, and this triggered off some stupid revenge thought in his head, the Indian giver that he is. When I had to purchase replacements, I was fortunate enough to find a stoneware set in my favourite colour, pink, at an affordable price from a big chain retailer. I’ve had one bowl taken of those new ones (after I had moved location to Queensland). It was later returned, I believe the girl responsible for selling me those, was the one who replaced it, the stolen one is still stolen? But after all those crockery thefts, for quite a few months, every morning when I got up to reach for a bowl, I would think to myself, are all my bowls going to be there today, or will one be stolen again - and then if one is missing from the pile, I think maybe it’s been stolen, then race around the house like a chook with its head cut off, looking for it, only realizing that I left it on the Veranda or something. So, the damage of mental stress from petty thievers, far out ways the cost of the bowls, if I catch someone at my house stealing -no matter what their age who they are, - what do they expect will happen? (It is women (stupid bimbo bullybitches) in my experience that cause this kind of psychological damage) $10000 worth of stuff stolen over a 15yr period. The next Bunnings one, was one that I had written before I realized their game of trying to get me to steal, so they could have something over me, and feel justified in their thievery - and before I realized about the thief and harrasser's, my friends sister from school / Gunnedah, Rachael Wainbergs older sister (can't recall her name, but she changed it to Cate Rogers). So, I have not deleted this old one, even though the updated one was on my About page, because, I want to portray exactly what a long and tedious ordeal it has been trying to figure out who is stealing from me and why. And HA HA HA you loose, as I am not, nor ever have been a shoplifter - YOU BIMBO MORONS ha ha ha aha ahaha ha ha ha hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahha! Actually I think this situation has more to do with the perpatrators being "sluts" or really being made to feel like one, when they compare themselves to someone is who is celebate. They are totally nuts - there is certainly nothing wrong with being 'indiscriminate' in the lonely long night of life, if that's what you want. 2. Bunnings Hardware Network of Female Thieves - Story before I realized about their Evil Entrapment Plan Here is my retailers stealing from me story: (before I thought it was because of that pin – it has been a long and stressful process of determining who is stealing from me) Retailer stealing from me: I’m not talking about overcharging at the checkout (some do that {woollies Gunnedah – put items through twice} But I literally mean following me home and stealing from my house or sending in “dogs” to steal from my house, when I’m in store, as they know my house will be vacant. This is been going on for some time and not only shops from when I’m physically visiting them, but online shops are stealing from me as well. At first, I thought it was just Bunnings (the Bunnings bimbos) stealing from me, as it was very clear every time I would shop at Bunnings something would be stolen, they know when I go to their store, my house is empty, so that they can just call someone and send them in to the house to steal (they have many connections) – they turn the power off first so my CCTV does not catch them. I come home, clocks are flashing and something, usually 1 item of no real monetary value has been taken. And there was very suspicious and dodgy staff would follow me around the shop whenever I went there, they would try and play God with voice-over microphone/music, sometimes they would do jokes, sometimes they would a plot traps to try and piss me off so I have to walk all the way up to the other end of the store to get help - they’re just generally bored nuisance bimbos, over a 10 year period, (Tamworth Bunnings) and by the way I would’ve spent about $40,000 instore over that 10 year period, and they would’ve stolen about $10,000 worth of stuff from me, so this is not just a trivial matter I’m talking about here I’m talking about a big petty crime network. (Btw, I can clearly remember some of those female staff, I have a very clear image of who you are, even though I don’t know your names, and it’s just really unfortunate I don’t know your name because I would certainly be naming and shaming you if I did, and most unfortunate I did not get a photo of you, if I had a photo I would be putting a photo up of you online -your behaviour is disgusting get a brain you stupid dog, one of them was kind of butch looking (not gay) and had a blonde piggy tail – the blonde piggytail bit was stolen - BLONDE PIGGY TAIL) -this was before I wear a bodycam, I wear bodycam now, and it’s made a huge difference to my shopping experience, and I can actually go through a store without being verbally abused) Having said, that I’ve recently noticed and looking back over the years as well, it’s not only Bunnings Bimbos, it’s all retailers. I will go so far as to ALL. For instance, if I buy some seed online, my seed tray was stolen. I bought a torch from Kogan online, my torch was stolen (my other torch- you can never have too many torches) I bought some fabric from Spotlight, my capri pants pattern was stolen and later 2 silicone spatulas and some herb tea in a Bromoil Rocco Quattro Stagioni Preserving Jar was taken from my kitchen, I purchased some hose fittings from Bundaberg TradingPost, my hose o rings and awl were stolen. So, I, can most definitely see a pattern forming, you’d have to be as blind as a bat not to see it. I’ve had to take great care whenever I go out, to put not only my CCTV camera on, which by the way is pretty hopeless because they just turn the power off, but now there is new technology and I can have cameras that don’t rely on electricity, they can last all day, easy so it’s just a matter of remembering to turn them all on and take the proper security precautions every time I go out and I’m talking about every time I go out, even if it’s for a couple of hours outside gardening, or having a shower, cameras have to be on. As you can imagine this is a huge nuisance and I’m just left wondering what the hell is wrong with this country, anyway I recommend not having kids. Of course, I never set foot in Bunnings, but unfortunately the girl at the local hardware here steals from me too – a general hardware problem, I only shop online now – of course they try to steal my mail, currently working on that (was banned from the local Post office as a result of trying to do something about it - thieves) and I am pretty sure, online retailers have started stealing from me too – copycats. 0h, that skinny girl with brown hair and freckles, could be Charlotte Powel, apparently, she was a bully at NEGS – what a stupid dog, she is going to be in major karmic dept to me. (Plus, she has ties to my neighbours the Carters – bullies) Of course, I suspect my neighbours have something to do with it, I know they did when I was living at Rangari, Heath Barwick and Emma Finlayson. (Heath used to steal from my brother when they were at school, his friend!!) And my new neighbours David Hooker, he built this house, he knows how to remove the back door to gain entrance, plus he is sore at my landlord for not paying the final payment on the construction of the house – I found out she didn’t pay it because he did a total dodgy job, and I as a tenant living here, I can see what a bloody dodgy job he did, there are holes everywhere, and I concur with my landlord, she should not have paid him any final sum. Why he has to take out his annoyance with her on me, tells you a lot about this person - idiot. And I suspect he or Andrew Lucas from Wallaville, part shut my gate when I moved in, so I would hit the moving truck with it ($800 damage) he did it because (I heard the removalist say “he is on our side” – I was not sure what he meant when he said it, but I know now, as later when I paid the removalist, Andrew Lucas from Wallaville, I made a mistake with my calculations and underpaid him, he never said anything at the time (problem) but later I realized my error and texted him I would pay the rest the following day. But it was too late as either Andrew or David part shut the gate in retaliation – USELESS STUPID HICS. No conviction. So, I am guessing any slight grievances, or none, since it is fun for stupide people to act all ‘bad’, and to come up with ways to steal, I strongly suspect he, that whole family (his daughter and son-in-law, who live there are stealing from me (I would say the wife has no idea) btw, after 20yrs now of noticing the type of person that antagonizes and steals from me -it’s always the STUPID ones, ALLWAYS, they are drawn to me like a moth to a flame. IDIOTS. Infact this is so true, I know I have had people watching me to determine who the really stupid ones are, so they can use them – the stupid ones make excellent work dogs! 3. White Seedless Grape vine Stolen by Bimbo Ideas Girl This was stolen by some unknown girl who gave me the idea of doing some grape cuttings to sell, which I thought was a good idea, so I did. And this stupid dog of a girl thought she then had the right to steal one of them, because it was her idea. HEY bimbo, you do not have the right to steal my plant or anything of mine. If you want to discuss the situation with me, I am all ears, farmplantsandseeds@gmail.com I’m guessing this particular girl who latches onto people mainly to steal their thoughts and ideas, because she doesn’t usually have any thoughts or ideas of her own, so she has finally come up with a good idea, and she’s been so pleased with herself, as it so rarely happens, that she has stolen my grape as proof to herself! (it could have been a politician, or a politician trying to save the bimbo woman.) She just hasn’t figured out that if she wants a grape plant, she actually has to purchase it, or be gifted it - she can’t just steal it. Also, by the way, I have had quite a few plants taken from my shade house just like that grape, including at each new location I have lived. Plus, when I did my TAFE horticulture course at the Gunnedah TAFE, several plants were stolen out of the TAFE Gardens. I recall planting a couple of spare plants I had there, along the sidewalk, then returning the next day to see them ‘disappeared’. It seems plant theft is big amongst bimbo women. Wakey Wakey Women – your are meant to be responsible enough to earn equal pay, this shows me you ARE STILL NOT WORTHY OF EQUAL PAY. 4. Car Jack Stolen out of my Car when parked at Mechanics - stolen by a jackass JACKASS JACKASS This was stolen after I had just visited Tamworth and been to D ecorama. I was trying to get an electric blind motor- and it was the most extraordinary experience; these two people working in the shop basically refused to serve me, and they did it in this most peculiar way, the guy was standing in the doorway out the back and he was talking to himself and doing these strange hand gestures, then the girl at the counter, after I asked how much for a motor, and I’d like to pay for it, and I was basically shoving money at her - she just continued talking like a zombie and didn’t make any sense, and refused to take my money! Suffice to say I couldn’t purchase my item from them and I had to purchase it online, it was very strange, I was thinking on the way home, actually it was when I got home and pulled into my garage “what a bloody jackass that guy was, not to mention the airhead salesgirl”. Then the next thing you know this jack was stolen from my car, so if it wasn’t the jackass, it was the airhead who heard me. Also, I believe someone else, heard about what happened, and they created a show called Jackass. Because they believed this Jack was stolen after I accused one of them of being a jackass, even though I accused them in my mind, didn’t actually say it to anyone, it was way after I left the shop and had driven home all the way back to Gunnedah, which was an hour away, it was just a thought “what a fucking jackass”! So, someone in the entertainment industry, believed whoever heard me say Jackass to myself, stole my jack, because they were so offended by such a strong swearword! Can you believe that stupid thieving dog? And as you can see, it’s gotta be female, only a stupid fucking mother would be so offended and brainwashed at a swearword, which isn’t even that bad anyway, it’s just a way of expressing how you feel about someone - they have no common sense at all. NONE. If you behave like a fucking idiot, then I’m going to THINK that you’re a fucking idiot, there’s no escaping this, it’s a fact of nature, it’s part of being a savvy woman who thinks, forms opinions and makes decisions. That Jack was also specific to my car, it came with the car. I think I should point out the difficulties I have in obtaining something that was off-the-shelf, like that automated roller blind. Imagine if I wanted to build my own home, I mean that was just one purchase, homebuilders have zillions of items that need to be bought, just like that. I mean talk about impossible. And I am going to take this a little further; this kind of behaviour that I experienced in store at Decorama, is something I’ve experienced my whole adult life in business as well, - perhaps not as extreme as those 2 people, but I did experience some similar problems when I was buying fabrics and materials for my business in Sydney/Central Coast. It pretty much makes a lot of things I do absolutely impossible, and I mean when you run a business, it’s hard enough doing the work and maintaining your customers base, whilst balancing the books - but when you have to deal with business people, who refuse to do business with you, even refuse to communicate with you - your business will suffer somewhat. Sometimes there are work arounds, and sometimes there’s not - I mean, maybe I should have written a letter to the government; Dear Government, why are my fellow Australians such a bunch of fucking idiots? but I’m pretty sure my letter would have got tossed out. So, for my current situation now, I make no apologies, except, as I mentioned, I’ve been handicapped in my foot, and I know it was done deliberately, possible, because I said the word fucking idiot – to myself about some fucking idiot. So, I expect to be compensated for it! I still have not been, still can’t walk for longer than 20 minutes, and have been refused Disability 3 times. 5. Ariat (stamped) Shoe Brush, (used), Stolen out of my Shoe Kit at Rangari 2017 (Can you believe those jealous bimbos) Stolen from house at Rangari, Gunnedah, NSW, 2017 aprox (Similar to this one , only nicer, my money is on Peter Longs daughter, no CONVICTIONs) Btw, the brush came with this bag, but they did not take the bag, they must have missed it ha ha. Also, much later, a “little birdie”, whispered to me; people steal my good quality items, particularly any designer brands, because of Robert Cull. Now, Robert Cull was a landlord of mine at Bulga farm, for 4 years. Shortly before I moved there, he himself had only just moved into the large farm homestead with his new wife; as he just inherited it. Bulga Station, as it’s known, is a huge farm in Gunnedah, one of the biggest and one of the best soil. Now before that, Robert was living in my same rental house there, opposite the homestead, before I moved in. And it was fairly unkept, typical of a single man. I made the simple observation, that this guy, had probably just been bumming around doing odd jobs here and there, farm hand stuff, all his life, and then suddenly, he inherits a multimillion-dollar business / career, with large house and wife to boot. So, I didn’t say anything about my observations, just wondering exactly how deserved of a person was he, for this fantastic win-fall - not that I didn’t like him or we clashed in anyway, in fact out of all my landlords, they both, probably were the most ‘normal’ and healthy ones, that I’ve had. But I kept my personal opinions to myself, however, I suspect someone (as in, a not very savvy dog personality), got wind of my thoughts, and, thought that I was implying, perhaps, that Robert is not deserved of such a win-fall, and so then this person has decided to “play sides”, (just like a STUPID DOG would, I have to repeat that - this is EXACTLY what DOGS do, they take some minor passing thought, and turn it into something untrue. DOGS are the most stupid creatures in this country, you cannot trust them, ever.). Anyway, and so they have proceeded to steal anything of good quality or is a designer brand, of mine, implying that I am the one not deserved of any good quality items – read my story called “The Big Jelly Baby Scam”. So, I am thinking possibly it was his kids? They were both young, and as I recall the older one was quite disrespectful (in the, ‘not very well bred’, kind of way). Maybe they heard my observations and decided to hold a grudge against me (as stupid young gung-ho men do? And the whole thing has escalated out of control with every stupid blonde hoping on the band wagon - The Big Jelly Baby Scam. Btw, the brush came free with the shoes – I did not inherit such a win-fall! I just believe in the importance of proper foot wear, possibly another reason why they attacked my work boots with the hole, infact the more I think about that, the more it must be true, as Peter Long had major issues in regards to money and designer brands / good food, such as I had - (read my Tyre Sabotage Story). If you talk to someone long enough, eventually they give themselves away. “who do you think you are with all those Berries and Fruit tree plants” {I note as I am older, with my foot widening and developing a higher top arch, Ariat only slightly offers such a new fit, with their ‘c size’ being a wider fit), but really, they do not make shoes for an older foot, they prefer young and still ‘streamline’ beautiful.}. You know that whole town as gone to the dogs - and I bet that whole extended Long family is the reason. 6. Swimming Goggles - Stolen from Car whilst Parked at Gunnedah Pool I have a goggle story, but first, by the way, the owner of the pool Mrs Struan, I knew, as I would often accompany mum up to the pool every morning for laps - mum was up at the pool every morning, rain hail or shine, for at least 25 years, so Mrs Struan knew mum very well, she attended mum’s funeral later on. I just wanted to mention that because I know it will totally vex the STUPID girl who stole MY goggles – the stupid narcissistic blonde bimbo who was trying to teach me a lesson of how and where to park – YOU STUPID LITTLE DOG. (I am trying to vex her out of my life - if she knows what’s good for her – stupid. Just unbelievable – who the hell does she think she is? Get off my back YOU STUPID 2ND BORN.) 2ND wild guess. “oh sorry oh sorry oh sorry” – shove your apology up your arse you little walking mistake. Anyway, I considered myself lucky to have goggles, it makes it much easier if you’ve got goggles, you don’t have to constantly wipe your eyes, and chlorine or salt doesn’t get in your eyes. I do recall a time in my youth when I did a lot of swimming, and mum refused to buy me goggles, I guess she was sticking to her budget with four kids and single income, even though I was pestering and pestering her. Later that year was our swimming carnival, it was a year six, and I (without goggles) managed to win Senior Girl Champion, and I got a big trophy, and my picture in the paper - so it was only after I did that, she finally purchased some goggles!! (Btw my eyes were watering like mad in the final heats of the day, someone asked me if I was crying, as I was hurrying from one race to the next!! Actually I think it was part from the chlorine, but also part from the stress of having to be called back race after race after race, with a lot of pressure, something I had not yet experienced in life. I’m thinking, maybe I was glad I didn’t have goggles, because I wasn’t entirely sure if it was 100% the chlorine, I knew I certainly wasn’t sad in anyway, even though there was certainly no pressure from mum to “win”, they were not those kinds of parents; I could see up to the picnic table, Prue must have told her about my winning streak, and she came down from her champagne picnic spot on the hill to support me!! - there was heaps of attention, all on me, and constant exertion, no time to “collect” my thoughts at all. Such happy memories!! Later when I returned to swimming after I built my 25m pool, I got so slim, and fit, and healthy – plus my shoulders squared up again, I had no back problems and I could use my pool as cold treatment too in winter (I fixed my sore hand that I had stabbed, then my toe that I had stubbed…. But I believe this major good health factor was something furthermore that would vex the dogs, (possibly the same one – pretty sure it would be), it would’ve really incensed the dogs, like “why aren’t you fat and overweight, like so many other poor women in your age who is not married or working in fulltime employment?”. Update 2026 Do you think it was Michelle? Or do you think it was a pathetic COWARD arshole who sent a blonde girl in to distract? LOSER. 7. Fire Trowel, Dust Pan, Stolen on first day of living in New Rental at Rangari This was taken on the first day that I moved into my new rental house at Rangari. I was not there at the time; I was back at the other house. My brother Tomas and dad were moving my stuff, plus the landlord, David and Brenda Heywood were there, moving their furniture out. So, one of the above stole this trowel. This was the first of close to 500 items that were stolen from that Rangari rental in the 10 years I lived there. There is no hope. The only person I know who didn’t take it, was dad. I should mention there is another possibility, and that is the neighbour, Heath Barwick. A ‘little birdie’ later told me, adamantly, that it was David Heywood who was stealing all those small items from me at Rangari (about 500 small items taken). Maybe David was one of those yahoo cowboy country types, who spent their whole young adulthood getting “wasted” and drunk as skunks, like so many young men do, certainly did back in my time. So, this lifestyle has warped his brain into being a grown man thief? Idiot. 8. N.E.G.S. related Theft - plank of hardwood stolen off veranda at Rangari, NSW near Gunnedah / Tamworth This was the first of about 12 pieces of timber stolen from me over a several year period. This is why they were stolen: Before I begin, I believe this dream was brought about from weeding in my garden at Rangari. I noticed as I was kneeling, weeding away, I would get really pissed off. I would have these really angry thoughts, and I stopped one day and thought why on earth am I so angry, all I’m doing here is weeding. It’s not that bad. And it would’ve been that night, when I had this dream; Just remembered a nightmare that I have had since school. About Anna Abbott, the then school principal, who starting using the prefects to arrange seating in Church, so that I would be across from her on one of the pews, that had those hardwood kneelers – to watch ‘face pulling’ whilst I was in a lot of pain in my knees, I remember the then Reverend: Mr Wearne who kept us kneeling once for 11minutes. One day she brought her friend in to watch, that’s what the nightmare was about, the alarm bells must have gone off then in my head “who the hell is that, what she is doing here and why is Abbot and she staring at me. If I had not remembered that dream, I would have gone my whole life not realizing what had happened every Sunday night and Wednesday morning for those 6yrs, and how women abuse children passive aggressively. I recall one day, a girl sitting down from me did not kneel, I looked down the pew as Abbott signalled the girl, then she gestured with her hand, a hand gesture to kneel. One sick bitch. Women really are non-thinking, and that expression ”smart as a whip, but no common-sense” - it’s really true. I did mention this before in my story “Arthritis caused from kneeling at church in school twice a week on hardwood kneelers”, but I did not mention all the stolen hardwood planks – someone else must have pieced together the correlation between kneeling / pain /weeding and that fucked school. You know, you have to let people know about it, or it will continue to happen. You especially have to talk about it with your kids, even if it’s embarrassing or shameful, you still have to say what can happen to you in life, what people are really like, otherwise it will happen to your kids - that’s how it works. A genetic generational thing. BTW, Little birdie told me it wasn’t Anna Abbott who started doing the kneeling thing, it was sheepdog Charlotte Powell, but everybody else saw Charlotte doing it, and everybody else chimed in, including Anna Abbott, so all of those girls should be $$^^$&^$&*&$%, as far as I’m concerned, it’s like bullying is encouraged in Australia, at schools. And by the way, Charlotte continues to bully after school, she must have no life at all. And a fucked mother. 9. Eucalyptus Microcorys - Tallowwood SEED that was STOLEN This huge tree grows in the paddock just down from my farm house that I rent. There are quite a few of them all along the water course that runs through the farm. At certain times of the year, especially when it puts on a new flush of foliage, and when the sun hits it just right, it is a stunning tree. The leaves are a particular shade of bright green, they are a little unusual infact, then that together with its brown trunk, it’s just a really pretty mature Gumtree. So, I decided that I should definitely collect some seeds and give people the option of growing this tree if they want. One day I took my rope and managed to lasso a big branch that I could see, and had ready seed capsules on it. It was way up high, in that tree pictured (standing on the back of my Ute – it was a challenge!) I collected a whole heap, and obtained a massive number of seed, that I then started selling online with all my other varieties (at localseeds.com, back then it was ebay). Anyway, someone later broke into my house when I was out mowing, and stole the whole lot - millions of trees worth. I hate people. It could have been the property owner David Heywood, but I doubt it, he and Brenda really had no interest in the farm, aside from their Angus cows, nor did they have any interest in me or what I did. So, possibly even more likely, his daughters? Who I never met. But David and Brenda, now, get this, I am fairly certain, later in retrospect, those two used to steal for me in order to improve their marriage, if you know what I mean, in the kinky sense. I mean how disgusting. (No conviction). But I also suspect people from the horticulture industry are stealing my seeds, and specifically people related to the television industry, as they can see that I have these fresh beautiful tree seeds. And I should mention here, these people, who have been stealing from me, from that industry, sometimes do signs blaming someone by the name of Daniel Salem, they literally do signs, some people won’t understand what I’m talking about here, and just think crazy, but I know that there are plenty who can also see. So, they state it’s Daniel Salem who steals from me, and he’s the stalker harassing me. As you can see from this story, it is quite plainly NOT Daniel Salem, he was a friend of my little brothers from 30 years ago at school. I don’t know this person well, we only met probably twice, we don’t have any kind of relationship at all, and never did. As far as I know he has no interest in seeds or horticulture, unlike a lot of greedy women that I know of, who have such little respect for me, that they steal from me. Women in that area also stole my wool for knitting, plus my Eucalyptus melanophloia seed that I collected from Barwick‘s property was stolen. I also think they are stealing Pima cotton from my Egyptian cotton plants. Goddamn jealous cockanninnie dogs, get off your arse and create your own garden, you non-thinking nitwits. If it was Daniel Salem – he belongs in jail. I would have no time for anyone who has stolen anything from me. Not ever, there is not going to be any “Edward Norton and Helena Bonham Carter” moment. You will have to ask God to forgive you, because I will not be. Also, I collected more of that particular tree seeds from the side of the road, as I was heading over to Tamworth early one morning. But while I was parked out front of the head office at Easters (big landscape shop in Tamworth), in Hume ST (a quiet out of the way street), a tall brunette man broke into my car and stole my gum seeds that I had just collected from Bulga rd, that morning. I did not see the man do it, I just saw a man behaving suspiciously before I entered the water feature shed nearby. I assume it was him. However, when I walked back over to the head office, the people there, about 5 girls, were behaving extraordinarily strange, I believe, because they saw the man break into my car while I was in their water feature shed. - ?? but DID NOT DO ANYTHING – HOPELESS BIMBOS? They either ‘aid and abetted’ him, or wanted to protect him. They are guilty dogs. (Also, the fibreglass trough I purchased from them, sprung a leak a few weeks later) This one was deleted, I had to rewrite. GULITY 10. 4 Wheels AND 4 Tyres, stolen, off my Daewoo car near Gunnedah I told the Gunnedah police about this, it’s a small country town, they could have done something about this, BUT THEY DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. They are bought and owned by the female mafia that run this country. I broke down on the Orange grove rd, just out of Gunnedah , between house no 2272 and 2111 Orange grove rd, Gunnedah (most likely number 2150 or close to it, it was dark). And the house numbers are still not listed on Google Maps for this road. I walked up to that house after the wheel nut or something came loose, the only one with lights on at 7pm or so, asked the guy who lived there for use of his phone, and phoned NRMA, they said they would get out there tomorrow and take it to Ivan, my mechanic. I had to pay him $250 then and there. I then phoned dad and arranged for a pick up back into town the following week to get the car back (I lived 30km out of town). I then asked the guy for a lift to my house, which was about another 2-3km down the rd, if that. Such problems if the car breaks down, especially in rural areas. The guy gave me a lift, (in his brand-new BMW – about a $80000 car). But suddenly half way to my place, he got the shits, as if the 2-3km was suddenly an eternity. I tried to reassure him, but I was not used to dealing with such a display of fluster from a man. Weirdo. We got there, I got my bag out of the back seat, I thanked him, he left. So, the next day, I believe my car was towed into the mechanics. I did not have a phone, so I just assumed it was sorted. But the following week when I went it to Ivans, I discovered that someone had gone to my car in those 6-7hrs before the NRMA turned up, and had stolen, not only the tyres, but all 4 wheels. Can you believe that? Moron thieves. So, the NRMA could not simply tow it, he had to arrange a special truck and crane. Now, in retrospect, I believe that the guy from that house (BMW driver) went back and stole the wheels, since he got the ‘shits’ half way. I also remembered something; (now I believe I had written this down, but I could not find it anywhere?). When I got my bag out of the back, it was easter time, so I had, in my bag a whole heap of easter eggs, I did not think too much about them, just grabbed the bag and got away from the weirdo tantrum thrower as politely as I could. But I think that little boy had seen my easter eggs, and because I did not give him one, that was the final straw in his LITTLE head, that triggered the wheel theft. Such a dysfunction – so undesirable. And btw, any woman who marries such a child – is a foolish moron too. I was used to dealing with a lot of Country farm folk, and people are usually friendly, and only too willing to help in a situation like this. So, this ‘child’ was something new to me. Since he was a BMW driver, I can only assume he was actually a city person pretending to be a farmer. Btw, driving this $80000 car, but his house was an absolute dive, - really – ‘shack like’. A strange priority. And actually – the alarm bells ring, possibly a deliberate sabotage to break down, and stop at this persons house with their fancy new car? Not sure why? He was very strange, and I remember the news was on when I turned up explaining my car situation to him, and it was like he was watching the news trying to see what to do from the news. He was really odd. But later when I was driving with dad somewhere, he also was behaving a little strangely, he something to me about the tyres which did not make any sense, it was actually like a zombie moment for him. Fuck off you dysfunctional morons. Also, around the same time, may have been before, I can’t quite remember; but my car started making a funny noise on that road home one day, and I had stopped to see what it was, something fell off near the wheel right as I was looking, I can’t quite remember if it was a wheel nut or what, but there happen to be someone driving past some farmer, and he stopped, and he saw the problem and fixed it. So that was good I thought, but I also thought at the time, mmm well how convenient that that guy was right there, just at the right time. It seems like a bit of a unlikely coincidence to me. So I’m thinking these two situations are related. Maybe there was two sabotage attacks on my car and someone had seen the “set up” and so sent that farmer out there specifically to help me, which he did, but I guess the second attack, nobody saw so the car broke down? Oh, I should add this to my tyre sabotage story, not 3 but 4, 5 times, plus my foot sabotage – seems to be so many retarded morons who are OBSESSED with me. What the hell is wrong with them? FUCK OFF. Do I need I stamped on my forehead? Stop putting YOUR dsyfunction on me. 11. Rowan Leigh - Never go to music festivals I just remember something re the stealing: (I had to rewrite this, as the first time I wrote about it, at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin (Cate Rogers aka Wainberg landlord), the whole paragraph was deleted – telling me, I am hitting the nail on the head. These people are guilty and should be severely fined; It was 1999 or thereabouts when I moved out to Rowan Leigh, a farm about 30km West out of Gunnedah (with only dam water). The house was an older ‘added on’ farmhouse that had no hot water, aside from an old-fashioned fire stove in the kitchen, which also heated a tank perched in the roof – the flue went straight up the middle of it – worked a treat, I really liked the hot water set up, it felt practical and money saving despite the inconvenience of burning wood in the middle of summer. But it did not take much fire to heat it. When I moved in, the owner installed a free-standing oven for me, the guy who connected it warned me about the electricity there; do not mess with the electricity, it was not really connected very well. Extreme heat in Gunnedah. I don’t think there were even any ceiling fans there…and the house did not have good insulation ofcourse. One side of the house had those terrible slat windows which didn't close properly or open easily, so winter was frightfully cold, those windows were such a nuisance, but, this was before I had caught the virus at the nursing home - so the cold didn't really affect me. Not like now… (now, I live in house, still, with those slat windows! Only here I love them; they open and close easily, and the climate here in the subtropics allows for draughts, although when neighbours are burning, I can shut them enough so no smoke come in…. But the main reason I love them; they are thief proof, they can’t be slid across, and when fully open no one can climb through, plus the outer flyscreen is bolted on to the wall, it cannot be removed – they are brilliant! BRILLIANT – this feature alone has stopped multiple thefts). After I moved out, (as it sold after 12mnths), it actually burnt down to the ground the wiring in it was terrible. I had moved out to that house after working in the fashion industry for 10 years, so oh the peace and quiet – I was in heaven, heavenly bliss out there, I loved it. I had good neighbours too, 1km and 2km away. I was friends with both. About a while of living there, one hot day, about six young men (with no tops on) turned up and said that they used to live there and they had forgot some things, would it be okay if they went and had a look to see if they were there. I said sure, (I so naive I can’t believe it). So, they look around the whole property in the sheds too, they come over to my house and walk past a big room on the edge of the path, they would’ve looked in and seen nothing because it was actually a really big house and I didn’t have much furniture or stuff back then. So, this particular room was completely empty and I overheard one of the boys say “oh she doesn’t have anything anyway” and then I realised those boys did not have good intentions. They left pretty much then. But because of all the stealing since I’ve lived in Gunnedah, over the next 18yrs, in retrospect I’m pretty sure those boys would be a part of it - and those boys would have been sent out to my house by someone. I don’t have any idea who. But it would’ve been organised. I’ve always stated that the thieving that goes on from me, has been organised, it’s not just random opportunists. Mainly. I did not know any of those boys, they appeared to be all short and skinny, early 20s. – infact the shirtless kind you would see at a rock festival in Sydney, total retards, boys raised by stupid bimbo mothers. No one does anything about them. I suspect those boys are still stealing from me today, even though I have moved 700km away. They would be in their 40’s now. It must be nice just hanging out with someone who didn’t have a bimbo mother, someone who is mentally healthy, and doesn’t have all the bullshit that they have. BEAT IT. Btw, more bad SHORT people - you know, this is been something I’ve noticed now at age 47, as I have gotten older, the more times I’ve had to deal with short people, the more slightly retarded they appear. Same with Blondes. Don’t get me started on SHORT and BLONDE. I can’t begin to tell you how important it is for parents to feed their kids properly otherwise they grow up to be slightly retarded. You know when I moved back up to Gunnedah, after working 10 years, it was such a relief to be away from all those people harassing me, and just being general bullies in the workplace. It was really kind of unbearable. I think, most people just must be threatened by me, and act accordingly; I find them rude and disrespectful, it's like they were raised with no morals, just really different from how we were raised in the country and all of our friends. And it's strange that those people have no idea how unbearable they are, and how their way of living their life, could be greatly improved just with some mere values, ethics and morals. It's strange how they could think that they should inflict their dysfunction on other people. Anyway, it was really so good to move to Rowan Leigh, it's just too bad that the leeches from Sydney (I bet they were radio music related: such thieves who work for radio stations, JJJ) found me at Rowan Leigh. Imagine if I had never moved to Sydney, and had just moved to Rowan Leigh; how different my whole life onwards would’ve been, without those people harassing me and stealing from me? How better it would've been. But, I'm pretty sure I still would've enjoyed my solitude, even if I didn't have people harassing me, I think the bullying and harassing is what tips the scales for someone to live in solitude, it's just a simple reaction to an action of others, but with an extra ‘gratefulness’ and relief of being able to be alone. 12. Engine Oil for my Mower – STOLEN 2006 I think this was stolen by the removalists who packed my furniture in Melbourne? (at considerable cost, I do not recommend opting for that kind of service). Also my 2L of Machine oil went missing, (the good type for sewing machines) – it may have been stolen by the Melbourne sewing machine mechanic who serviced my industrial sewing machine at my house, but had to come back as the needlebar fell out – so he may have had a grudge? I have discovered people are dodgy like that, even though it was his fault it fell out. Most people are passive aggressive like that – pathetic. My copper kettle was taken too, but I thought that was taken from a removalist box from 18 henry st, I had not unpacked this box when I moved back from Melbourne, but I think I saw it in there. Those removalists also left the entire contents of the garden shed behind, they just refused to pack it, and did not tell me that they were going to refuse to pack it – IDIOTS. The mower oil may have been stolen by my previous flatmate? Or, actually, maybe I got this mower oil mixed up with another lot of mower oil that was taken in 2016 from Rangari? Who cares. But it was that flatmate, Mat his name was, he did not have a surname, he suggested I go and see a Chiro after I told him about my back pain that I’d been suffering with for months and months, over a year and a half. I took his advice, as I had forgotten how good chiro’s were. When I saw the Chiro, he pretty much fixed it straight away, it was bloody amazing, and my flat mates advice, I’m pretty sure, was the most helpful thing that anyone has ever done for me (a helpful boy!). Before I found that Chiro, I visited the RMIT student chiropractic health centre in Melbourne - and oh my god! I’ve never encountered a bigger bunch of female bimbos in all my life. Do not ever see a female chiropractor - they have absolutely no idea. No idea. 13. STOLEN: My SINGLE TALL Dish Drawer from Fisher and Paykel, value $1200incl del They took whole thing including pine fascard (built in dish drawer) Sneakily/legally stolen by the female dogs/ incahoots with NorthApp Tamworth, and the repair guy Bret at H&M Refrigeration Gunnedah, and F&P. I bet, older NEGS schoolgirls had something to do with it. They have not been convicted of this crime, as the police do not believe me, and or do not want to stir up any trouble, or bother to get to the truth of the crime, with all parties involved. 2 words SOCIAL MEDIA (actually, I put this up 2years ago, and nothing has happened, that business NorthApp Tamworth still operates, and the thieving dog who works there, still does -she will be stealing from other people now, as I am not there anymore.) This is an email I sent to Fisher and Paykel; To: customer.care@fisherpaykel.com Cc: Fisher & Paykel Senior Consultant Aimee Subject: Fisher & Paykel DD60STI7 Dear Fisher and Paykel, I have a complaint to make. I should’ve done this some years ago, and have instead left negative reviews, and posted images and comments online. As I was recently reading those, I decided that I should most definitely put in a complaint to you, as you are the ones that can actually do something about it. I purchased a dish drawer of yours (Fisher & Paykel DD60STI7), 3 years later it stopped working (IT LOCKED UP) (2016) I took it to Tamworth Northapp Appliance Repairs, who were the closest authorised repairer to me (Still 1 ½ hrs drive away) That company are completely dishonest, and stole my dishdraw under the guise; they told me they couldn’t repair it unless I pay $1000, and they wouldn’t give me this quote unless I paid them $90 upfront for the cost of the quote, which I paid them. But then they refused to give me the $1000 quote in writing. I have since spoken to other repairers who have said there is no amount of work that needs to be done that would cost $1000 to repair on a $900 dishdraw. Confirming the obvious suspicions, I had. So, this company kept my broken dishdraw, as they knew I had no choice but to use them and pay the $1000, or throw it out, because they were the only repairers in the area. And to drive all the way over there would cost me another $85 in fuel. (Unemployed at the time, and in the meantime relocated to QLD). {I still fantasize about planning a bomb in their workplace}. The person I communicated with mainly by email, about the incident was a woman called Kelly Sleight from Tamworth Northapp Appliance Repairs, their address is 17 Hawker Rd, Taminda NSW 2340, their phone number is (02) 67625105, email admin@Northapp.com.au {attention activists and terrorists, if you’re looking for a target – here is one}. By the way I have since found out what the problem on the dishdraw was. The problem had been the filter; it was sticking up slightly, as the plastic had warped, and the arm was banging against it for every load, and it caused a problem. (The draw refused to open and was locked shut due to a child lock, which could easily have been fixed too, they did not know about the child lock, or refused to advise me of this simple problem) they are thieves. So, I believe I just needed to replace the filter and possibly get a new rotor, which would’ve been about $200, and not $1000 +$90. So, this has been blatant theft on behalf of that appliance repairer – you might wish to know, I believe the person who worked at that repairer was the same girl who worked previously at a different repairer (now closed down) who used to steal from customers in the form of overcharging, so she could brag to people in the area, that she could get a free lunch. They’re bloody country hicks in Tamworth. Also, at the time your bimbo call centre girl said, “if that’s what Tamworth Northapp Appliance Repairs told you, then that would be correct.” NOT CORRECT you stupid bimbo call girl. (That girl I spoke too, may have been a dog that Telstra put me through to – a thieving dog, they work incahoots with Telstra.) I had to purchase a whole new dishdraw, on unemployment’s, it is the opposite of Robin Hood. Emily Bieman Btw, that call girl from F&P, also said the fault was because of the drain - it has to be raised higher than the unit, if not, it breaks. Well, some years later, I was using the replacement dishdraw that I had purchased on gumtree (bargain price of $250), not quite as good, but still better than doing it by hand! I noticed one day that the drain had fallen to lower than the unit, and had been that way for at least 2 years – and guess what – still working fine. So that would not have been the problem. I made a little YouTube of that, see it in my playlist under my name - Emily Bieman. Update: I posted this quite some years ago, today it's now 2026, and the initial post on Pinterest and on Google Photos, has been removed! - not by me, someone has deleted it. I don't know why, maybe they're trying to completely deny the fact that it was stolen!! Also in the meantime, that NorthApp appliances repairs shop has closed down. I also saw someone in 2023 on social media, it could've been Pinterest, it could've been Netflix?? - they were telling someone how to change the facade of Fisher and Paykel dishdraw. That it would be in their best interest to change the façade…. it was literally like they were talking to the thief who stole this and it still has the wooden façade, which I made so {it's quite unique and if anyone saw it could be easily identified}, so they were implying to the thief that they better change the facade otherwise they might get caught - it was very sneaky done, and I'm not even sure whether they were just trying to manipulate me and make me angry ‘talking to the thief’ like this and trying to protect them, or whether they were literally trying to protect them; dogs protecting dogs? so that stupid bimbo thief is going to have to pay one way or the other, and she knows it; you want to live in fear, it's up to you. And by the way I was eventually able to purchase another FMP but guess what, after 3 years of using it, it broke! this time I was unable to get any repair man to look at it, so it's still sitting in my laundry leaking, and in the meantime I purchased the cheapest one I can find, which is a Kogan; the first one broke after 13 months, and I'm currently using the second Kogan, let's see how long this one will last ...... As I was writing this, the thought occurred to me, that the person who stole it was actually a computer nerd; hacking my emails, I know all my emails are hacked; every single one that I send, I assume it's going to be read by somebody else before the intended person. There are a lot of perverts in the .com world. So, it could've been stolen by a computer nerd who also then created a fake business in Tamworth on Google Maps, knowing that I would take my dishwasher there and it will be a chance for them to steal it? Just a thought. But I've had so many weird computer nerd problems that actually this one is sounding more and more believable. Especially the part where they later try to manipulate me with the façade issue. And Kelly Sleight - Kelly Slater? That’s something the dogs do; they ‘name drop’ famous people, and use their name, pretend to be them – it’s a reoccurring theme. Computer nerds – Centrelink related? Although I did suggest to the police back in 2022 that they go check my x landlords house, Cate Rogers aka Wainberg, for MY DISHWASHER - -I don’t think they did. 14. Gunnedah Council Roads and Traffic Department Talk about socially retarded. Those imbeciles would seek out good roads in the country, and if they don’t like who lived at the end of the road, (the farmer. Me), they would send out the council graders and put rocks all on the road, under the pretence of “we’re fixing the road”, they were basically destroying perfectly good roads, and people would have to spend hundreds of dollars on new mufflers or new petrol tanks because the underneath of the car would just get totally ripped up by these really badly graded roads. ”oh, I am not married, have no kids, no partner – what on earth will you do? How will you cope OH NO SOMEONE IS NOT CONRFORMING TO YOUR SOCIETAL RULES” Council: “oh we know, we will make her life difficult because she does not conform to OUR WAY OF LIFE – who does she think she is?” Gunnedah Council – YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOTS - stupid stupid stupid backwards retards. I also think it was related to my car – a little black Daewoo with a red ‘fire stripe’ waving down the whole side of the car. “Look at that, lets chase her, get her get her” – a lot of men – really stupid in this respect (or lack of it). Oooh, I remember my road at Rowan Leigh, the best country road ever, so even and soft, I literally glided along. I don’t think it ever had been graded ever, it was in pristine condition, a long narrow laneway leading up to the farm at the end of the road (dead end) it was sandy smoothness - so good coming home! I loved driving on that road, once I had 10 lorikeets fly with me, they were weaving/waving alongside/infront of my car, as I glided along, magic! Then the grader came out totally destroyed it, cost me hundreds in car repairs. So typical of bitch arsholes, wanting to destroy any type of happiness. You should’ve seen the road they did outside my place at Tulcumbah, a little later on after I moved from Rowan Leigh, to the Orange Grove Road - so bad, I actually took a photo of it at the time, there were just big rocks lying all over the road, and I sent the photo into Council (unfortunately I don’t have the photo any more, it was bad) the council said, it just happened to be a bad mix of gravel - but they didn’t offer to pay for another new muffler I had to get. And as you can see from the photo above, at next Rangari address, when the grader got to my driveway, he just left all the dirt in front of the driveway, so I couldn’t get across without having to move these great big wads of earth - they did it deliberately. They’re arseholes. Every place I moved to in Gunnedah, they would send arsholes out to my road to fuck it up. Retards, in charge of retards. Btw, I do not personally know anyone who works at Council. Nor did I ever complain to council about anything at that point, let alone bad roads; they just came and fucked them up of their own volition. I mean maybe that’s their retarded thinking; we don’t know you, but your single, so we’re going to mess up your road and make your life difficult, we don’t want any single girls happily driving along, we want them pissed off and broke. Just moronic council idiots. GET A BRAIN YOU DRONGOES. Evolve. Oh, just remembered; I used to take my rubbish to the tip when I started living at Rowan Leigh (no roadside garbage in Gunnedah except if you live in town – unlike QLD, there is roadside rubbish collection here EVERYWHERE, its brilliant, no interaction with tip people ever – except if you read my “Coward car and truck drivers playing road games in order to TEACH ME A LESSON” re Sarina Tip, p4) There was a woman who worked at the drive-through section at the tip entrance, this person stopped all vehicles and took everybody’s money for rubbish dumping (which btw, I am very opposed to, dumping rubbish at the tip should be free to encourage farmers to dump their rubbish there, instead of burning it on their farms. HILLBILLY GUNNEDARIANS). Anyway, she would always dress in hot pink, she reminded me of the movie Grease, that scene where they put on the pink ladies jackets and say “we’re going to rule the school” - she’s just that kind of mentality/personality type. It was a little odd to see someone like that at the tip, because Gunnedah tip is known for employing males, and usually ones that are literally retarded in some way, not only in the literal sense, but in the socially retarded sense as well, and plus no woman really wants to work at the tip because it stinks. Anyway, whenever I went to the tip this girl was there, she always spoke to me in familiar way, I definitely didn’t know her, our conversations were always brief and amicable, I thought. But maybe she has something to do with sending out Council doofus boys to ruin the road? I’m not sure? There was definitely also someone who worked at the tip, who would get good things in for the tip shop, like I wasn’t sure whether that they were seeking stuff out from within the tip network across Australia, or whether the network of girls would pull their resources together to find items in Gunnedah, but basically, I could find whatever I wanted at the tip shop - whatever I needed, I could always find it at the tip shop for $5 - it was kind of brilliant, I mean good things like a good window or a front door, or an ice-cream maker, desks, chairs, paint, tile glue, tiles….. I am fairly certain the people who worked there used to turn finding items for me into a game; like they would pretend they were the “tip mafia” like in New York in the movies!! It was Since I’ve moved, I really miss that tip shop – it was an organized recycling centre lol (what a waste of a personal resource!), the local tip at Gin Gin didn’t really have that much although, I did find a couple of good mirrors. There is no tip at all at my next location. And the tip shop at Mackay is not nearly as good and way overcrowded. {I may have been the only customer the Gunnedah tip shop had – they all snobs!! Hence why I had carte blance!} If you read my blog, you’ll see I’ve had quite a few problems with driving into town, especially to Tamworth, with council roadworkers who stop my car, and if I don’t connect with these council workers, they steal from my vacant unattended home when I am in town that day. So, maybe she has something to do with that? I think she basically is the only person I’ve ever met who is associated with council, aside from the art council women who I met much later. (They cunts for sure). So ‘pink tip woman’ could be a total nutter for all I know, and fully obsessed with me, considering how many problems I’ve had with Council?? Especially since I don’t even pay rates or ever go there, as I rent. I’ve mentioned how I have women who are jealous of me and try to sabotage me. I mean maybe this could be one of them since she has to work at the tip, maybe she feels inadequate?? Although she always seemed quite happy and content when I spoke with her, she would have been paid a very good salary too. Maybe she was 4th born and thought everyone’s else’s life is better than hers? I mean I really didn’t pay too much attention to her except when I went to the tip and there she was in BRIGHT PINK always, I really have never thought about her ever since, until today, when I’m wondering who on earth is responsible for obsessive road destruction around my house and every house I lived at in Gunnedah - she could well be one of those obsessed bimbo dogs that I’ve been talking about - if that’s her. Then she totally needs psychiatric help. BTW, I talk about this in another story, but my foot was sabotaged deliberatley, and it is in the same manner as how these people fuck up my local roads that I drive on. It was an issue with Peter Long too, he put a ‘weapon’ under my tyre so I got a flat. So maybe it is an ‘old man’ thing, and not a ‘pink lady’ thing? There would be heaps of old men at council. All with issues about seeing a girl on her own being independent of them. You could see how I had to leave Gunnedah – they would have literally killed me if I had stayed any longer as an unmarried woman. Stupid mentality of country people. But they sent council workers out to Builyan, aswell as Colosseum on the days I travelled it. Those were definatly CUNT arranged. It would not surprise me if those “road workers” sent, are the ones stealing from me too. No road workers at Sarina, except after 16mnths, when I wrote about the fact it was so odd not to see road workers whenever I drove anywhere. (!) but so, there they were at my next trip into town; putting in new fancy ‘silent’ lane dividers. (Mackay Council). Also when they poisoned my trees here in the garden, they put in the same female road worker that I spoke to about NOT killing my trees, infront of me when I drove to town – so defiantly cunt related. Council Cunts. I think all councils in Australia are run by a big bully (greedy) network. Some people wonder why I am so pissed off. Oh Gee, I do wonder….s/ 15. Landlord Antics at Rangari (David and Brenda Heywood) {In Gunnedah, I had a monumental amount of knitting paraphernalia stolen, mainly fibre and my circular metal needles. Possibly because those needles are brilliant, and no-one in higgleberry Gunnedah has even heard of circular needles before, so but, when they see me using mine, they think ‘oh how cool’, and so just help themselves to my bag when I am not looking, or take from my house while I sleep at night, or when I am outside lawnmowing? I truly can’t believe how stupid women are; that they have this mentality - like they are two years old. Seriously, this is what a baby does, because the baby just doesn’t know any better they see they want they take. A 2yr old. By the time you reach adulthood you are beyond knowing better, yet these women in Gunnedah have two-year-old mentality - stupid stupid bimbos} First day I moved in, David had not bothered to move out ANY of the furniture and stuff that was the previous owners. And Dads trowel was stolen (only dad, brother and Heywood’s there – Heath Barwick was the neighbour, I am pretty sure he was not there, maybe he was stalking the area from afar?) After a week, my hot pink sprinkler was stolen from garden, amongst other things. April 2010 -To dam lazy to go and get wire (for the fence for my trees) so he sent me on a wild goose chase up the paddock, 300m he said, not true. Hundreds of dollars damage to my muffler and underneath bit, in Daewoo.greenie hater. David asked me to go turn is water off in the top paddock just after it had rained (he said he was on holidays, he was not) – knowing full well that I would get bogged in my new car that only looked like it was 4wd. Jealous imbecile. Kangaroos are eating my trees. I asked David if Tom could go shooting, he said no. Carol suggested I send him a bill for my destroyed trees! His contract shooter is hopeless and I think he and is tramp girlfriend are stealing from me too (Mark Eveleigh is the shooter) June 2010 - I have asked them 3 times now to fix the septic. They have not, so, I dug a whole new septic down the paddock – take care of the problem myself (which I did, and now works well, brilliantly actually)NOTE WE HAD A PROBLEM, BUT THE LANDLORD DID NOT THROUGH A HISSY FIT AND KICK ME OUT Gutter - There is a major hole in my gutter, I asked to the landlord to fix in July 1st 2010, it is still not fixed. I asked them to fix it properly so gutter sits ontop of tank – but not, He did eventually fix the hole. The gutters are really bad – too skinny, cannot handle the downpour in a storm, all the water drains away. My rain tank is full of dead mice. Watched him try to drive some calves in to my garden, then listened to him try to explain why he did it. Does not tell me when he will put cows in so I can close my gate – puts them in when I am in town, deliberately so they eat my garden. He turned my rainwater tap on, and let all the water drain out – in the middle of a drought – he is definitely going to hell. I keep having items stolen – I suspect David and Brenda are stealing from me, one time when they put the cows in the paddock (and so they knew I would be out of the house fixing the electric fence) – someone stole a yoga top from my bedroom, they were there, with their 2 adult girls.($7000 worth of stuff stolen in 6 years) NO CONVICTION Said I could put in additional fruit tree strip, then later yelled about it. He forgot, doofus. Did not replace crap oven, so I did with my money, then later denied I asked them in the first place - idiots who are married. Did not tell me about new 2” poly for tap when I asked him (when replace trench) Told me where to go to pick timber from the farm tip, then told Brenda or someone, possible Steve Carter? That I was stealing his timber. Dogs that do sides. Completely mucked me about with the pool and solar panels, costing me - $38,000.00 I am pretty sure he yanked out the Eucalyptus citriodoras that were growing near the gate. Pretended to fix my front door, which now cannot be locked – still not fixed, have to use a chain and padlock. SECURITY ISSUES NOT ADDRESSED Refused to be contacted about window locks and screen – hung up then put answer machine on – been trying for 4 months. Major stealing problem at my house. Heaps of wool/alpaca stolen, Brenda knits, I suspect her, no conviction (no yarn stolen at current house, and its because my current landlord .) Plane flying over the property spraying poison (no fruit fly) – not sure if landlord – but they do nothing about it, when they can and should, same with nuisance neighbours. Other neighbour Steve Carter keeps coming around harassing me about water. If he came around again, I would have called the police – could be him stealing. He is not, was not my landlord – but I found out David and Brenda screwed him out of $50 water money for my garden, which I paid them. Brenda through tantrum about carpet, demanded I do a ‘professional’ carpet clean at $250 after I told her I was cleaning it – as if so called ‘professionals’ can actually clean carpet (still dirty after they had finished) When I asked them to replace the gutter, they got back to me 4 weeks later and said I had to get out in 3mths as they had sold the property. He is a lazy bully who just did not want to replace the gutter. The buyer Steve Carter said I had to leave a he wants a farm hand in the house – he also is an arshole. – He did come around to apologize, but he is a major disrespectful arshole who is nowhere near sorry. (I told Graham about my probs, I think that is why he came around and apologized.) I would have raised the value of this house by $20,000.00, with all the fruit tress/chook yard/garden /pool/ solar panels, etc – but they did not care, so I packed everything up and took all with me. David and Brenda just wanted to fight with me in this 3 mnths period, and Steve Carter kept annoying me, whilst all tv and radio people are behaving like dogs, I suspect egging them on. Also, the neighbours really stepped up harassing me in this period, like waking at 3am or 4am, and not letting me sleep - sleep affects memory – I think they want me to forget all the bully behaviour. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. This part of Gunnedah consists of bullies, you have never seen such bullies, and I think those neighbours are being paid to wake me. Oh, and not to mention the planes that constantly follow me around, and the Collapsed Arch from, I believe deliberate sabotage of my left workboots -3yrs, still not healed, unable to walk properly. 16. Fur ‘stole’ stolen 2016 from Gunnedah, NSW, Australia This story is a little weird, because my parents had 2 Fur Stoles (real fur), in a calico bag, in their big wool chest, and they had had them there for at least 20 years. I think they might have belonged to Grandma Bieman back in the day. I noted them there, and also remember seeing many Fur stoles when I went down to Vinnies, particularly when I was in year 6 and 7 at school, I loved going to Vinnies to look around at all the stuff. There were heaps of these real fur stoles in Vinnies that you could purchase for $2-3. Quite ‘unfashionable’. So when dad died, and all the now grown kids were gathered at the house that Christmas, 2016, sorting out funerals and stuff, nobody wanted these stoles, and so I said that I will take them. This was about the time when I suddenly was starting to feel the cold really quite badly, so I thought maybe they might come in handy, but also, they had sentimental value, I must have recalled playing ‘dress ups’ with them as a child. So I saw them both in the bag, and put the bag aside, in my pile. Later at some point, as the weather turned, I realised there was only 1 stole in the bag. The other one had been taken. Now, this was strange because nobody else wanted them, they all said so. Which suggests to me that it wasn’t one of my siblings that stole one of the stoles. It was a dog, who could see that I had 2 stoles – a dog like Rachael Wainbergs sister. They must have decided that they should have 1 of my stoles, as I had 2. Stupid blonde bimbo. The reason I am pissed about this so much, is because one of the stoles was a good one, and the other, so so; one was a short hair, and one was a really thick long warm fur, I’m not sure whether it was fox or rabbit or what, but ofcourse, they stole the good one. I was so annoyed, because over the next few weeks as winter got on, I got cold shoulders frequently, especially sitting infront of PC, and I just needed that warm stole. The other one, just did not cut it, not warm enough. After 2 mnths of cold shoulders, I eventually knit myself a stole from triple strands of good Italian thick eyelash yarn. It turned out pretty well, is nice and warm and I still use it today, even in QLD. I sold the short hair stole on ebay. I still deeply resent the stupid dog who stole my stole. The world would be a better place if that thief was never born. So the photo above shows my stole I knit for myself, the 2nd photo shows the short hair stole that I later sold on ebay. I did not have a photo of the good long haired one, but I found a photo on ebay of a similar one today, (2023), so it was a bit different, but you can see the length of the fur. Btw, that stole on ebay, is listed with a price of $795. WOW!! 17. Chopped Dried Thai Chilli STOLEN from Window Sill You know, I grew my chillies organically, then harvested, ‘deseeded’ and chopped finely. I left this plate of chilli flakes on my windowsill to dry {just like you can imagine some housewife left her pie on the windowsill to cool!} – I was planning on making ‘diffused chilli oil’. So, the window was open, but it had a flyscreen on it, and someone stole them from my window sill - they pried the fly screen off and took my whole plate of chilies. Curse them, I hope they get cancer and die. I SUSPECT either David and Brenda Heywood (landlord), Heath Barwick/Emma Finylson, Steve Carter or a White girl. NO CONVICTION Now, my most likely suspect was Heath Barwick, but I mean, David my landlord, as well as a neighbour who was buying their property, Steve Carter, both used to hang out at the shed, which was just above my house, and looked down directly onto my kitchen window - so I can’t possibly rule any of those three people out. Also I didn’t really complain to my landlord about all the multiple thefts that were going on. Nor did I complain to them about the constant nuisance plane noise. Maybe about three times in 8 yrs, when I spoke to them did the topic came up of theft. On the third occasion, when something had been stolen, I mentioned it to Brenda, and Brenda sounded doubtful, as per usual, typical response that I get whenever I tell people that someone is stealing from me, no one actually believes me (mainly the police at that point, but my family too). So at that point, I think that was 2017, I emailed her a list of all the items that had been taken since I moved in, it would’ve been up to about 400 then. So she would’ve got a sense of what was going on at that point. And she and David know full well about Heath and his problems, I believe David Heywood could have done something about Heath Barwick, he knows his dad, all the farmers know each other. But he wanted to stay out of it - such is typical Australian attitudes towards anything negative and controversial; such cowards. Ofcourse, it could have been David and Brenda, so, stands to reason they did nothing. 18. Tennis ball stolen out of my locked car, parked outside Irrigation Shop in Gunnedah, NSW, Australia I found this ball (looked brand new) at the local tip when I took a load over there, it was literally in the pile for ground fill, rubbish, I saved it – for my cats, one of them in particular liked to play ball. But I believe someone from Gunnedah council who possibly saw me at the tip, is, who stole the ball out of my car later? - believing, in some strange cockanninnie way, that the ball was stolen from the tip in first place? I have come to this conclusion, because similar things have happened since. With dogs thinking anything ‘given’ to me for free or low cost, is not deserved, and that product, whatever it is, ought to be stolen back off me – numerous times this has happened, like cheap things I buy at Vinnie’s – so many more other examples I have. Extreme jealousy. EXTREME. I am a firm believer in recycling. Taking rubbish that people have paid to dump, IS NOT STEALING, WAKE UP LITTLE THIEVING DOGS. But also, when I was at that irrigation shop (Lambert and Torrens Nutrien Water) that day, the owner, was a complete zombie, it was like he was in a trance, and was unable to speak, I literally had to leave, and purchase my goods elsewhere - so it could have been him and his wife that stole my tennis ball? Some people are just unbelievable. (Someone has a key to my CAR, that is the only way they could have got inside and taken this.) And the ‘zombie’ was standing right at the door, where he would’ve been able to see whoever was breaking into my car to steal the tennis ball - but he didn’t say anything to me at the time. Or, COWARD FUCKING ARSHOLE. I can only assume it was someone he knew, as in, his wife. After close to 400 items that I know of (about $10000 worth of stuff) has been taken from me since 2006. Does that thief have any idea how angry that kind of behaviour inspires? Do they have any idea what I would do if I caught them now ‘red handed’? Would they be prepared to DIE over a tennis ball? Btw that irrigation shop, when I just looked it up now, has a new name on its shopfront, the same name as the rural real estate up in QLD that I mentioned in my “List of Real Estates who need Naming and Shaming” due to bad bitch female zombie staff. Must be a family business. 19. Brown Sunglasses Stolen and Shooting Trespassing people These sunglasses were stolen from outside my house on the 17th Feb 2016 between 10.20am and 10.40am. The night before there had been someone walking around the farm shooting. I will also include another time when there were pesky shooters; In 2017, one day, I heard a car hooning around the usually quite (bar plane noise) farm, and I went out to see who it was. David the landlord, plus also sometimes neighbour Steve Carter were the only ones who ventured in my vicinity, mostly (but they don’t hoon about). Sometimes David’s contract shooter, Mark Eveleigh turns up, but he usually only comes just after dusk to go roo shooting; apparently, he has a scanky girlfriend, who could be the bored thief. David and Brenda were ‘opposed’ really, to guns and dogs. Most farmers shoot roos themselves, and keep guns. But not these farmers. (It was so good living on a farm that had no dogs). I was outside painting a cement planter, and this Ute drove past the house, as I was around the other side, by the time I got to the front of the house, I only saw the Ute drive off, there were people on the back standing up. So, I assumed it must’ve been the landlord, but as they were kind of acting a little strangely, I got my camera, and I walked up to the back hill to see what they were doing, they were coming back towards me by then, but I guess when they saw me at the top of the hill, they stopped and turned the other way again, and one of them had a gun, who proceeded to take a shot, at goodness knows only what. As far as I knew the gate on the other side of the farm where the other exit is, was locked, as I had just told Brenda about all the 100’s of thefts at my place, I told her I always keep my gate at my house locked now, so then, I noted a lock on the other farm main gate too, as usually it was not locked. I had told David way before about the thefts, however David, he wasn’t perturbed by the thieves at all, possibly because nothing of his ever got stolen or he did not believe anyone was stealing from me or he knew who was stealing, but did not want to get involved, – OR it was him who was stealing?? Anyway, so, the only way the shooting hoons could get out, was if they came back the same way past me (and my camera). Whoever was driving did not come back by my house, they went out the other way, in which case I assumed they had the key for David’s new big padlock. I know David wouldn’t be driving around with a gun, and actually it’s against the law to do so. The next day Steve Carter, the other neighbour came round and said the whole gate on the other side had been cut with bolt cutters, including the fence tied to the post. I told him what happened. He said he knew nothing about it. But quite frankly, I don’t know whether he is trustworthy or whether he was just lying his arse off, maybe it was him driving around in the Ute on a drunken rampage trying to impress friends. I do not know, but whoever it was new the farm well enough to know where the other gate was, and there’s only limited people who know that, which is David the landlord, his family, my next-door neighbour, Heath Barwick, or any dumb dog I guess, and there are 1000’s of them. Or Steve Carter, who, I did not know at the time, but was in the process of purchasing David’s farm, and had a major problem with me, especially as David used to bitch about me to him. This are the type of things that happen in country areas. Young people allowed to take guns and hoon around on the streets and in other people‘s farms, shooting things willy-nilly. I imagine if I wasn’t there that day, they would’ve ventured up to my house and poked around and tried to take whatever they could. 20. Calculator from the 90's STOLEN from off Desk in house on farm This calculator actually belonged to my little brother Tomas Bieman, Tomas knew that I had his calculator. I’m not sure if he was the one that stole it just before I left to move to Queensland, or if it was some one else who plays sides (common thing in boganville Australia). If it was Tomas, as he knew I had it, he could’ve got it any time, and if this is the reason, maybe he has been stealing 100’s of my items? If so - what an absolute fourth born moron. 21. Stolen fruit off Nectarine Tree - whole tree full of fruit, gone THE WHOLE TREE- LIKE 100’S I believe all these were stolen by that short blonde girl who I have mentioned before, numerous times on this blog. She is friends with all the retailers – and radio national. I have seen her in Coles Gunnedah, and Bunnings Tamworth, multiple times trying to and stealing from me. Plus, also at Harvey Norman re stealing by over-charging. And so, I believe, she stole these organic perfect nectarines, and sold them at Coles?? I mean what else would she do with them? Did she bring out boxes to my place to pack them in straight off the tree?? Since there were literally hundreds on the whole tree, she must have - did she bring her kids out to help pick them?? was there like a whole kind of ‘gathering’ out there while I was away in town for the day: friends and family?? I mean they would have to be eaten relatively soon after picking, so if they weren’t selling them in the supermarkets, did they have whole ‘preserving day’? And now, isn’t it just sooo convenient that I have been ban from Facebook, so I cannot put this listing on a group where someone from Coles would see it?? I also believe she steals or purchases caged eggs and sells them as Organic ones in the supermarkets. And she has something to do with stealing crumpets?? MY nectarines you stupid blonde MINE. So, I had to leave Rangari, and I don’t think I got the chance to pick any nectarines… as I do not have any photos of my tree even . I had Nectarine ‘Emillie’ from Yalca Fruit Trees, Victoria. But the thief left 5 fruit on the tree. As I recall, big and delicious. I remember going back into town a few days later as it was Christmas, telling my family ‘Ah sorry guys, no nectarines, as some little bitch as just stolen all my fruit right off the tree last time I was in town, the other day’. This is the same blonde short girl who was at Darrell Lea, and stole the jelly babies. (READ MY Photostory “The Big Jelly Baby Scam”. And who was at Bunnings and stole my dust brush. And who was at Harvey Norman and stole my massage chair (by overcharging). Short, blondy and brown hair, reminds me of Cate Cameron from 30yrs ago at school. She was a thief, she is cocky and arrogant, as this girls personality has to be, and also when I put in a complaint related to Sharon Morgan and Kate Rogers from Bundaberg, some girl phoned me to address it, and she was incredibly rude and condescending, and sounded exactly like Cate Cameron, and how I remembered her voice from 30yrs ago. I’m thinking someone made known to her that they know she is the thief, and so she retaliated – motive to ‘get me’? – like only a stupid dog would. But at the time when I had seen her at Coles /Bunnings /Harvey Norman, I do not think it was her, at any rate I did not recognize her. I can’t believe this girl has gotten away with all this stealing from me and others for so long. I mean why haven’t the police done anything about this stupid little blonde, why have the retailers allowed her to steal from me?? I am surrounded by DISBELIEVING morons. So, I am wondering, if I owned my own, land, would the fruit still be stolen? I mean if it was Brenda and David who stole it; was he thinking that they OWN the fruit, because it’s THEIR land?? Such wishful thinking! As if. MY FRUIT. Only a territorial dog would think that. And most men are a little territorial-retarded aren’t they! Could have been their thieving daughters. I guess I’ll never know. But I’m thinking, maybe if I owned land from the get go, there would not be any stealing, but now because so many people have stolen from me, anyone who crosses my path just wants to copycat the thieves who steal from me, thinking it’s a fun game. So, it doesn’t matter if I own my land or not, now. Too late! Can't undo the thefts. Such is the stupid nature of Australians. Australian thieving bimbos thinking stealing from me is a fun thing to do. Having fun at someone’s else’s expense, juts like a school bully direct from the playground. I hope they get cancer and die; the grass is never greener on the other side YOU STUPID LITTLE BLONDE DOG. Btw, this is my ABN: 80742367274. Since there was some stupid female dog who wrote me a letter, and said they were not going to re-register my ABN! I’m like what! I still have my business! So I phoned them up {2015 I think}, and the girl I spoke to was a total dog, “little girl”, she was like refusing to allow my business to operate or to ‘re register’!! I eventually hung up in disbelief, as a conversation with a dog does not ever really go anywhere. So, now, I am not even sure ‘reregistering’ is a thing, and maybe that was a hoax letter, as I still have my business and my ABN, and I phoned them up some time later just to confirm – there was no little dog that time. So, no you stupid little dog, you cannot steal it. I would put money on the fact this was the same dog who stole all my nectarines. Thieves, bimbo thieves just calling me up in the attempt to steal from me. I always have my phone set to messages now. No one good ever calls me; only thieves call me on my iPhone. Stupid women in Australia. Too stupid to plant your own fruit trees. 22. Bird Photo Stolen A photo of this bird was stolen off my PC! So not photo as shown above, although that is the same bird in it. But in the stolen photo, the bird was looking right at the camera. I took a photo of it on my Kodak DX7590 zoom. The photo was taken off my PC, right out of my “Birds” folder - no traces found of it anywhere. Just really weird. Normally I would not bother doing a whole photo story for missing documents, as I have had heaps “removed”. But that particular photo was weird, in the fact that, at the time, that bird was outside my kitchen window at Rangari, looking in at me, and it was behaving REALLY STRANGELY, I mean really strangely – it was like he was trying to communicate with me, only I really have no idea what he was trying to say. Which is why I taking a photograph of it, in fact I should’ve got my video camera and started filming it. It was the most bizarre bird behaviour I had ever seen. Actually, reminding me of some of the zombie dog women I have encounted. I guess strangest bird except aside from a bird at Cull’s farm who started eating my chillis straight off the chilli plants – that is odd, I mean, they were mega hot chillis. Karen thought the bird must have had ‘mental’ problems. Mental illness in birds? Drought problems? Why a computer nerd would steal the photo is even more odd. 23. Secateurs Stolen out of my car at Gunnedah Dentist Secateurs Stolen out of my car at Gunnedah Dentist I have had so many pairs of Secateurs stolen, that I had purchased a whole big bulk lot of these so when they strike again, I could just calmy walk inside to my big box, and get another pair out. I would not have to run around the garden like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for them, only to discover they were gone – STOLEN. And all that looking, to no avail. The bane of my life due to all the thefts. Although, painting them yellow or pink helps a lot, as there are times one leaves them in the garden patch. I am normal old lady after all. Plus the colours and bad paint job deter thieves. But after several years of “looking”, I realized, at one point, they were infact being stolen – it took me a while to figure this out – I was infact was a victim! (They did the same with reading glasses; +1.5 – those, I have purchased at least 100+ pairs now, they really steal them, mainly from pockets when I go into town, sometimes they steal them directly off the top of my head, and sometimes they pickpocket - at Gunnedah this is. And girls do this, girls are the worst thieving little creatures ever, -that is the stupid ones, that cannot think for themselves. Sometimes I think they only way to stop them, is to marry all those stupid ones off, because they cannot function without male supervision – stupid bloody bimbos). Since I started posting images of stolen items and naming names, and naming the stores I visit where items were stolen from me, (Bunnings has a whole huge network of petty thieves who target young single girls - they follow them home and wait till house is vacant and then ‘help themselves to small items’ (Harvey Norman are guilty of stealing too, and The Reject Shop staff steals too. Staff at the Co-op in Gunnedah used to aswell. Turners do.). So, by going online and basically telling all, about all the really crap things that happened to me in society (by mostly girls) - my whole Facebook account was deleted, my whole pattern account on Rav was deleted, my whole design account on Spnflwr was deleted. Flickr account deleted. Gumtree deleted. Ebay deleted. WikiPedia ban. I was targeted online too by same saboteurs who know everything about me and are OBSESSED with me and steal from me - their main aim was to ‘shut me up’. People just don’t want to know the truth, and or try to protect themselves and or their stupid bimbo friends who steal. But not all social media can be so easily manipulated by bimbo thieves, and I still can post online, just not on Facebook, Flickr or Rav. And FB, had the most exposure; you put it on Facebook – and the whole community knows about it in less than 24hrs. A great weapon against thieves. But FB nerd informs me, it was not created for that, {it was only created for connections, ‘pick ups’; sex}. Talk about using your powers for evil instead of good! Since I started posting online, the stealing has been greatly reduced, but they have less opportunity to do so, as I no longer am outside gardening. But they still do it. (Thieves are cowards who don’t want attention drawn to themselves). I still get harassed too, which is what I’m working on at the moment. Not having access to Facebook makes it more difficult. I mainly upload to my blog - there seems to be ‘train people’ who read it, then toot! (?). Plus I am not allowed on Market place which means I can no longer sell or buy 2nd hand goods – and since there is also no 2nd hand shops here, I totally miss out, and have to buy everything new online, on, I might add, one of the lowest incomes in Australia – the people who ban me are in for some BAD KARMA – mark my words. Oh and I used to keep a pair of secateurs in the car, in case I was driving past and saw a street tree setting seed. I could collect some seed. So I have had countless pairs of secateurs stolen from the car. And that reminds me, not only secateurs, but I've had heaps of item stolen from my car, when I lived in Gunnedah, like basically I could not have anything in the car unattended, because whatever was in there it would be stolen, even if it was complete rubbish, they'd still want to break in and steal it - just because they could. And when I say break in, I mean they have a copy of the daewoo key (then Triton); little blonde dogs have copies of all keys, they are part of the dog stealing network, and they have the keys for everything. The stealing got so bad, that I thought when I drove into town which is 30 km trip, the houses on the edge of town, as I was driving in; I mean they must have contacts who live in those houses, and they must see me then get on their phones, to all the thieves “she's here she's here let's go steal”. I mean truly, what a bunch of fucking losers; get a real life; what a perfect example of the stupid female mentality of the “Common Enemy”. Those people banded together over me; I gave them meaning in their pathetic lives, the meaning of working together in unisom for the goal of stealing. 24. Postage Stamps Booklet STOLEN Booklet of 5 concession stamps stolen from Rangari NSW, break and enter from my desk. Now, something weird happened with these postage stamps. As I was ordering them, and speaking to the Australia Post girl over the phone, she gave me for some reason 11 packets, she said she’ll give me a bonus one because there was meant to be only 10, so I can’t quite remember what her explanation was, on why she was giving me an extra, but it sounded plausible - but then she implied in a kind of roundabout way that the 11th one could be for the person watching. So, I didn’t really understand what she was talking about then, but I was too happy, as I was getting a free pkt of stamps to further prod her. So later, after I had collected the stamps from Gunnedah post office, and had them in my wallet, the 11th packet was stolen. So now, I believe, whoever I spoke to on that phone, gave me 11 deliberately inorder to steal one later, in the hopes of making me think someone was watching. She was playing a game with herself where she stole it, and I witnessed her play her game, but not actually saw her steal it red handed. STUPID Australia Post would get up to all sorts of shenanigans, if you read all my blog, you’ll see I have quite a few problems with Australia Post. It all stems from the roadside delivery service, not delivering my parcels, and instead leaving a card to say go pick up - only when you live out of town 40km, you don’t want to have to drive in every 3rd day to collect a little $2 parcel from ebay (actually, I would say, no matter how far you lived from the post office, you would never want to go to the post office in person to collect mail) And so, I started a campaign to get them to deliver ALL my mail, so I wouldn’t have to drive in, it was a huge campaign involving a lot of complaining. I had photos of all the 100’s of cards. I have a way of turning peoples lack of respect and discrimination, into working for me - it took about 3yrs, but eventually, they came up with a solution. I guess the solution being, was to get a senior post office staff to contact the manager of Gunnedah post office and tell him “You’re allowed to deliver all mail, including parcels to this particular person, YOU’RE ALLOWD! - or perhaps maybe they included the whole farming community, I guess it was all out of towners, because eventually, the post man turned up in a brand-new flashy Ute that had a chest on the back for extra big parcels! Plus what’s more the local private courier, would also refuse to deliver to my address, and they wouldn’t even bother leaving a card – but they realised, (after I don’t know how many years), but in about 2015, they realized that this was kind of a problem, (ya think) and so they eventually, (due to my 1 complaint to them, I guess) came up with a solution, they formed an alignment with Australia Post, so that the courier could leave parcels with the Australia Post contract delivery guy - so I could have all items delivered!! How about that!! Brilliant. Good thinking on behalf of Australia Post and Star Track Courier, finally someone is using their initiative. I had to get a special letterbox that was big, as everything has to go inside the letterbox, they can’t just leave something on the ground down at my gate. It was called a safe drop facility. I also suspect that at first, my complaints were not answered by the right people, but instead were answered by “little people” that shouldn’t be dealing with important decisions, and so they were the ‘little people’ at that Gunnedah Post Office who had a grudge against me, and maybe they had something to do with the stealing of those postage stamps, and all the other problems I had in dealing with them. Once I had some chocolate stolen from the Gunnedah post office – this would have been one of this “little people” who stole it, she would have seen all my little parcels from ebay, and was plain and simply jealous. And I would say that bag of chocolate may have had a slit, so the post office girls could smell the chocolate? and due to their utter lack of respect for me – stole it (the sender later covered for that girl and resent it) also a bit later, an item was obviously dropped, and I am sure it would have been same person who dropped it. I think I saw her once, brownish blonde hair, a little plump, a fearful woman. I believe Australia post had to put a special person in that post office to handle my mail. This jealousy comes down to women having more than two kids. I can’t stress enough how important it is to only have one or two kids, otherwise you get stupid bimbos who are jealous their whole life, and carry on like that stupid bitch at the Gunnedah post office. 25. Nut from Stihl Chainsaw stolen off verander I heard someone biking around at the neighbours. I suspected them, so I went round there, and I’m pretty sure it was Shannon Bree and his girlfriend there. His girlfriend said that she saw David Heywood at 2 o’clock at my place (which was the time it was taken) So I have no idea whether she saw my landlord, or just said she saw him in an attempt to save Shannon? 26. Purina Seafood Biscuits making my Cat Sick Salmon industry in 2016 was capturing salmon that had what looked like a bruise all down its back, see photo. Also, after being cooked, this ‘brown’ bit tasted disgusting. Most definatly something wrong with it, whether from being physically abused after being caught, for example, one day I saw a documentary showing young gung-ho men fishing off the back of a huge trailer, there was so many salmon in that spot that they flung each fish straight off the hook down the back of the deck, one after the other, bang bang bang, so it could have been then the damage was done? Or it could be fish farms – I saw a doco about the diseased and unhealthy fish in those ocean circles? Or who knows? So anyways, they were selling me that disgusting fish ($36/kg from Woolies – done deliberate, it was plain to see the fish was discolored) I complained about it, but the next order, they sent me the same, and same again the next time. Then the salmon cat food I purchased from Purina at that time starting making my cats vomit – so a most definite salmon problem at the time. I stopped purchasing Salmon until this year, and that salmon has been all seafood. When are humans going to wake up? 27. Large Dust Brush and Blue Dust Pan from Bunnings, Stolen Buy your own bloody dust brush you stupid bimbo. This dustpan and dust brush was stolen, pretty much straight after I purchased it from Bunnings, within a few weeks. At the time when I purchased it, I purchased 3 sets, as I was bloody sick and tired of not having any dust brushes on a hand when I needed them, in various work spots around home. So, 3 should do me; one in my work room, one on the Veranda and one in the kitchen. At the time when I was purchased them, I did notice some little short blonde girl (adult) lurking by the checkout. This ( in retrospect ), is the same short blonde girl who has been following me around other shops where items have been stolen, like at Harvey Norman Tamworth and Coles Gunnedah, plus Darryl Lee Gunnedah. Who the hell is that stupid little blonde bimbo dog thief? Did she think I had purchased 3, so that 1 was for her? Is she suffering from some sort of mental health delusions? NEWSFLASH WE DO NOT KNOW EACH OTHER. I never EVER purchase things for you, you stupid little DOG. Seriously women like that, who can’t function on their own, without a supervisor, should be locked up, they should not be allowed out in public. If I was still in Gunnedah, and noticed her again trying to steal from me; she would be dead by now, so it’s not only for protection of the public that she should be locked up, it’s also for her own protection. 28. DOZENS, if not 100’S of Reading Glasses Stolen over the Years I can’t begin to tell you just how many reading glasses have been stolen from me over the years, since I started wearing them in 2016 or so. And NO, not lost or misplaced – but STOLEN. They steal them out of my car, they steal them out of my bag, they steal them out of my pocket – yes pick pocketers. They even steal them directly off the top of my head whilst I am wearing them, like at checkout or some such situation where they can distract me. All female thieves – female bimbo thieves. These were mainly stolen from Gunnedah, but actually I had quite a few taken at Gin Gin / Bundaberg, plus now at my new address near Mackay; they are still stealing my reading glasses. Especially if I purchase a fancy pair, or beige ones, those always get stolen. Mind you I only spend the minimum prices on glasses, the very cheapest, nothing over $5; and I usually buy in bulk to save money, and to save time, I do NOT like looking for my glasses, so I put a few in each room, there ready for whenever I need them. Although now, I find I need a certain strength for reading PC, and a different one for using iPad, plus even a different one for driving - which is really annoying. So, I think because those STUPID women see that I have multiple glasses, they must think to themselves “oh well she has so many glasses, its too many, she’s just being greedy, I can have some of hers” – seriously, I think this is what those dumb dogs think, this is their stupid mentality. They steal them out of stupidity. Desperados. But maybe it is more the ‘game’ of stealing is what they are “getting off” on? So, I am continually purchasing more reading glasses, you should see all my receipts, 100’s of dollars, on something that ought to only cost me around $20 by now. And ofcourse, that money was meant to be for food. The government does not factor in 100’s of dollars for continuous replacement of reading glasses when determining budgets. And I want to say, the fact that we can purchase these glasses for under $5, is BRILLIANT. The ‘glasses’ shop, want you to pay them $100’s of dollars in eye tests and then more on “special” glasses from their shop, that costs also $100’s of dollars – make no mistake – they are stealing from people, as glasses, most of them, do only cost a few dollars to make. (plus they also overcharge people with gov rebates.) And most people suffer from the same condition, that is one of old age eyes failing, so you just choose your strength – you do not need fancy tests for such old age antics. Possibly, before Chinese manufacturing was around, people did have to pay $100’s of dollars, so it is those people who do not know about the cheap options available now in the $2 shops, direct from China, and are stealing from me?? 29. Nail Scissors, Sewing Clippers and Good Quality Glass Pins, stolen at Gunnedah, Rangari, 2014 and 2016 Nail Scissors, Sewing Clippers and Good Quality Glass Pins, stolen at Gunnedah, Rangari, 2014 and 2016 I have had a large amount of sewing and craft related items stolen out of my locked house. I have rods on my window, so they can be open 7cm, but no more, I also have flyscreens on them. One day, some little spoilt brat, pried the flyscreen half off, and stuck their arm through the 7cm rod gap, in to the table that was just by the window, and took these red clippers that were lying there. I hope they get cancer and die. The blue ones were stolen at Tulcumbah in 2014, I suspect by Steve Carter as he had a property nearby on that side of town too. But Katie Carter (Steve Carters’ sister) plus Emma Finylason are the only other sewers in my rural area, that I know of, and I did don’t think Katie Carter even lived at Rangari anymore? No convictions. Plus, Katie Carter, I think, it turns out, she was that girl who stole my dinner plate at the smorgasbord at the Sheraton, when I was on my nanny work holiday. So weird. I really do not even know her. My good little sharp thread scissors were also STOLEN in 2015 from my car. Those scissors had a crimson wool tied to their handle. After they had been taken, I found my really old blunt scissors, that looked the same, and tied some more crimson wool around them to use as interim. In the meantime, I happen to pull those blunt ones out when my landlord happens to be visiting, he saw them, and exclaimed he had found my scissors up the paddock. He had found them, he said, where I had been using them to snip mushrooms (yum). But he did not give them back to me?? And if he saw, I now had them, what did he think happened to the original? Did he take them, and did he think someone stole them again from him and returned them to me?? Why did he not return them to me? he would have instantly known they were mine after seeing the crimson wool. I can only think he was a thief, or one of his girls. And how did they get back up to the paddock anyway to where he said he found them, as I had MOST DEFINITELY had them when I left mushrooming, they came back with me in the car, I saw them in the car. What happened after that I do not know. Very Suspicious Also, my really good expensive glass head pins were stolen. I hope the thief gets cancer and dies. There would be heaps of other sewing related things of mine stolen, things that I do not know about, I mean who keeps track of ones haberdashery, as the years go by. Oh, and someone told me, a little birdy said; they swapped my good red fabric scissors over for their CRAP red scissors, as theirs is damaged and cannot be sharpened. As no ‘scissor man’ thus far has been able to sharpen them, and I am stuck now with blunt scissors. And I certainly would never use my good fabric scissors on anything but fabric, confirming such accusations. And it sucks cutting fabric with blunt scissors. 30. Good Quality, Green Garden Rake STOLEN from shed at Bridges RD, Rangari, NSW, 2380, in 2016 - stolen by bimbo People, women in particular (most often women who steal) are pathetic and will be going to hell. I keep track now, almost 300 items stolen since 2006. These thieves do not realize the emotional damage a break and enter causes - The biggest and most costly thing they have stolen from me is peace of mind. BULLIES steal peace of mind, that’s what Bullies do, they don’t want anyone to be happy, it really 'ticks' them off. And often, they do not know they are bullies. They are everyday common Australians that are unaware they have major psychological problems (and have been raised that way due to lack of love). I may only have a slight frame, but I have a scream you would not believe. As I was putting that rake away that day, I remember thinking; what an excellent rake this is, it used to belong to dad, he always bought good quality items, he never bought crap from China, and I was thinking, it’s probably a money saving method if you do it like that, buy quality once, instead of crap several times, and then you get to use something that’s really high functioning, like this rake. So, that’s what I was thinking as I was putting it away, and it would’ve been the next day, it was taken. STOLEN BY UNWANTED PERVERT DOG. A dog jealous of my good quality item. If you recall, I have mentioned numerous occasions on my blog, about the stupid blonde dog who is jealous of everything I have, particularly if it is good value item (Read my Big Jelly Baby Scam). So, I suspect it is that girl who has stolen this rake. MY RAKE! YOU STUPID LEACH Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari P1 NEXT Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari P1 , P2, P3

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Another forced relocation, address a secret The first couple of weeks I seemed to have a lot of things go missing, but then get returned, so I'm not entirely sure whether they were actually stolen, or I was just stressed from the move and couldn't find them but and then later saw them? I'm thinking probably the stress factor because having to move yet again and dealing with all the same issues have just been horrendous. This is forced move number 8, since 2018. (8 in 7 years) I've been here a couple of months and the only thing that has been taken as far as I know now is 1 and 1/4 kilos of kangaroo meat, out of my freezer, so this is a common thing that gets stolen, whenever I buy kangaroo meat a portion of it gets stolen, constantly - it started when I was living at Colosseum, and I think wildlife carers steal it, or somebody steals it for wildlife carers. There was another thing and after actually I talked about this issue and uploaded a snake video onto YouTube, and then my whole YouTube account was deleted, so it was stolen as well. stolen. (And there's definitely no violations, they have no right to delete it, they just did; someone must've asked them to do it, and they said, like good little dog doggies, "okay sure." There's so many problems with the .com industry, the whole thing is just a big bunch of thieves. Well, I guess that's no different than the television industry, or my neighbours at pretty much every address I've lived at for the past 18 years. When I moved to Sarina range Road, nothing was taken the first three months, it was only really after "Danielle" my next-door neighbour moved in that I had things go missing, which I've written about extensively on those pages. So, I'm just waiting for something to go missing from this address aside from kangaroo meat. I don't know how they got in to steal the kangaroo meat, I think it must've been before I put the patio locks on the back door, they must have a key for the back door? I put patio locks on, and they are brilliant, I should've done that on every address. Although I did go to the doctors for a skin check they texted me and asked me to do it as it was free, I said yes, but the 6 receptionist were behaving like a bunch of fucking dogs, and kept me waiting for half an hour, it was half an hour, because after half an hour, I would have left, so dogs being dogs, decided that they didn't want me to leave, and I went through with the appointment. But I'm fairly certain, in that period of waiting, they organized a theft at my house, that was the point of keeping me there. It was probably that kangaroo meat, in which case they have a copy of my key. And I know Apple are in cahoots with thieving dogs, because they can switch my cameras off -they save the bimbo receptionists who steal. (I use my iPad as a security cam on the front door.) Do you think anyone is possible going to believe me (aside from Australia post!). Oh, and possible an organic apple was taken from fridge, but can't be sure about that - I mean who keeps track of all food in fridge? nuts. This morning, around 7am, I did see something a little weird in the misty morning, it was like a person dressed in a long white dress ducked into the bushes, and someone turned up at the neighbours early in the morning just before, and near where I saw someone duck into the bushes - across from my driveway. So, I'm not sure what's going on there, but I'm keeping a vigil on the house today. (Do they know about the bush mites here! TROMBICULIDAE) Could be YouTube related because it was yesterday that they deleted my YouTube account. So, I'm hoping I won't have to update this page any more - such wishful thinking. Oh, and I've had retailers stealing from me since I've moved here, they are listed on the stolen items list on page one. 2. Another frozen pet food STOLEN out of my freezer out of my locked house when I was out. It was stolen by bimbo women who wear hot pink. Someone told me it was RSPCA dogs?? What the! Thought they were the good guys! It could've been stolen yesterday 1st September, as there were heaps of women wearing hot pink, out n about on my trip to red letter box, and they also have hot pink on their car. Do you know; it's such a bloody nuisance purchasing this, I've gotta drive all the way up to Mackay, just to get pet meat, because nobody locally sells roo mince. And you know, if I only purchased a small amount of meat, like 1 or 2 every 2-4 days, the thief would not steal it then, as they would be “dog satisfied” that with 1 or 2, I was not being greedy (seriously – I am learning how the ‘stupid dog thieves’ think as they have stolen so much over the years – I can assure you they are VERY STUPID). But I have to buy in bulk, so I don't have to drive to Mackay every 3rd day, and spend hundreds of dollars on petrol, - so stupid female dog sees I have heaps, and thinks she's entitled to steal it - this is how they think, they think they're entitled to my food, as I have more than 1 or 2 - spoilt little shits, raised by BIMBO MOTHERS, and who still need a mother - useless women. Also, I don't know if this is related, but this is happening again at this new address, it happened once or twice before, and that is; some of my neighbours in the vicinity, have slight mental health problems in regards to noise. When they hear a loud noise, they start doing reflections, as in, the copy the loud noise, banging or whatever it was, and bang ‘back at me’, or whoever is making the noise – but it is mostly me they antagonize. They think as the reason why I was banging in the first place was because of them! such vanity. I mean the fact that I'm doing something that is none of their concern (like hammering a nail in my cupboard or whatever), has got nothing to do with them, but it's like they take it personally that I'm banging, to deliberately disturb them. And so much so, they think I'm doing this deliberately, that they wreak revenge, and possibly they could be the ones stealing food out of my freezer?? I mean I'm not 100% sure of this, because the food stealing only began when I moved to Queensland and had neighbours in close proximity. - Someone later told me it is the Gladstone then Mackay police who are stealing my food, the ones at Gladstone moved up to Mackay when I moved; so, they could continue stealing my food – I fully believe this to be true, I am having extreme police problems re stealing from me – they are the thieves. Before, when I didn't have any relatively close neighbours, on the farm, I still had many items taken, but I was never aware that food was taken (even though I had an extra freezer because I hardly ever went into town shopping). So no food from my fridge or freezer was taken while I lived at Rangari. It is only QLD retards stealing my food. And possibly animal carer related. So aside from kangaroo meat and chicken breasts being stolen out of my freezer, they steal good things, so if I buy a treat for myself, something of exceptional quality, or if I make something, that’s especially good, they steal it. Also, a lot of food is going missing from my grocery deliveries. Like they refuse to deliver my mince meat – so infuriating for half my groceries just not arrive with the supermarket saying “out of stock”. I have literally had to delete my grocery list at Coles – because they steal every item on it. So in order for someone to do that, they would be constantly MONITORING ALL THE FOOD that I purchase and anything that comes into my unit. They are fully sick and obsessed, and should rack the hell off; are we married? Do we have any kind of relationship at all you deluded jealous idiot? NO WE DON’T, so rack off. I think the police are stealing food before deliveries since I put in so many complaints of stolen items – food jealousy by 3rd born police. 5. There is too much crime in this world to breed. I put this on FB, for all the house wives on FB who don’t know how sneaky thieves are. Chips and scratches in phone suddenly appeared mysteriously This is my new phone, although you wouldn't think it by looking at it would you? when I received it last month, there was no scratches, no chips, it was a perfectly "new" phone - although it was a second handphone from ebay (seller gooploo). Now, I have NOT dropped my new phone. Plus, it's in a leather case. When I received it last month, I remember thinking 'how can someone keep their phone in such good order, because there were no scratches on it at all.' Whenever I receive a new device I always take a photo of the serial number, however in this case I forgot. So as far as I'm concerned, there are only two options that might have happened here, 1; it was stolen and replaced with a scratched-up phone, or 2; the seller has put a resin coating on top of this phone to hide all of the scratches and chips, and a month later, the resin coating has been exposed? I’m not sure if this is possible, but I suspect it is. Now about the phone swapping, this has actually happened to me before; another time, a few years ago, I did not forget to take a photograph of the serial number, (on 2 devices actually), and when I checked them one day, the serial numbers were completely different from the one that I had purchased! so when they swapped them over I didn't actually notice. They could've swapped it over any time before then and a 12-month period? BUT, at the time, that television show Superman was on, I was quite enjoying it, but the girl, the blonde girl who stars in it was doing signs that she knows how to swap out phones. I wasn't too perturbed by it because people do signs all the time, but then in 2024 when I purchased a new phone from ebay AND once again there was some movie I was watching, on YouTube this time, and there was the old set from Superman, with characters looking the same too, and again, doing phone signs. So I would say Apple are the biggest thieves ever; they have contacts on eBay and in the television industry, who work in cahoots to steal Apple products, by manner of SWAPPING. So the television industry is full of criminals. It's a little strange that they get to make shows for people and steal from them at the same time; who the hell do they think they are? Someone needs to put a bullet to that girls ear. And everyone else associated with it - that's what they deserve for stealing like this, a bullet to the ear. Btw, I have also had Marigold seeds ‘swapped’ out for a different variety (photo of that on my blog) Plus Coles Gala Apples were swapped out for a granny smith type apples, and organic / not organic, there are probably heaps of other examples I could give you if I thought about some more. It’s a thing for stupid blonde bimbos to do -they are obsessed with this “fun thing” to do of swapping – so stupid. THE STUPIDITY AMONGTS BLONDES IS REAL. (But don’t worry stupid blondes, Dolly Pardon will come to your rescue). Now you think, I would just be able to report this crime to the police, and the police would be able to take care of it -don't you? But NO, members of the public, this is not what the police can do - they cannot do anything about these kinds of crimes, they are way too SMALL, way too small-minded, to do something about this, plus they don't even think “signs” are real - because they can't see them - they're so fucking blind it's a joke. And even worse, if anyone tells them about signs, then they'll accuse them of being crazy, and lock them up, literally in a mental asylum (they are called Mental health units these days), but, I mean, pretty much EXACTLY the same manner as they did on that television show Superman! The irony is just ABSURD. This is what they are doing in 2024. Stupid police. Stupid oppression. Because of this factor in life – you should NOT be having kids, until they fix it. World wide collaboration. { This is politicians biggest fear; that there's not going to be enough babies; look at all the immigrants that they're letting into this country, so disgracefully, increasing the population to absurd numbers so they can geta good price on investment house. So I can assure you, if there was a “worldwide collaboration”, they would actually do something about this crime - for fear of no more babies! 5. Masks are for US If you mow the lawns, you should be wearing a mask. If you chainsaw, you should be wearing a mask. If you do poison spraying, you should be wearing a mask. If you go up into an attic space, you should be wearing a mask. If you're in a situation where you can smell petrol fumes from a petrol/diesel driven engine, you should be wearing a mask. If you make a cut or are sanding plywood, or mdf/craftwood, you should be wearing a mask. If you're painting or cleaning with chemicals, you should be wearing a mask I can't believe in Queensland, no one gives a toss about these basic safety standards when dealing with toxic carcinogenic particles (especially council workers; don't you have any rules on this kind of thing). Be responsible for your own lungs, don’t wait for someone to order you to do it. (the mask in the picture is not available in Australia, but it is the best on the market for disposable masks, having the best seal to face). I was again prompted to rewrite this and upload it due to lately observing men; gardeners and council workers, spraying poisons in my vicinity, not only NOT giving a dam about my health, but they themselves not wearing a mask for their own protection. 6. Old lady trying out escooter in Mackay - and guess what? they stolE from me - what a shocker!! i did a quick vid review, plus Later as I was editing, (because before it was really long - I condensed it), I saw that car in the car park next to mine, it looks like an old single cab Toyota Hilux (?), and I'm pretty sure that car - I have seen it numerous occasions and the person who owns it or drives it, is stalking me, so next time I'll have to get their number plate. I think that person might have something to do with the reason why they wouldn't switch to the scooter on ?? they wanted to muck it up somehow, Sabotage - this happens a lot. An element of true evil out there in Mackay Queensland Australia - following me around - that person, I think is a girl BELONGS IN JAIL. 6. New Hat Stolen, taken from car, Friday morning, parked at the Sarina Beach Club “My hat was stolen from my locked car parked outside Sarina Beach Surf club on Friday between 10-11am, (Nov 2024) have you seen it? It’s is extremely recognizable – I purchased it from the servo, and I covered it in pink fabric -it still has pins in it on top, as I had not finished sewing it (!) I know someone will recognize it when the silly little thief wears it. Please contact me or the police if you see it, better yet - get it back off them, any means necessary! The police have been advised already, and 2 female suspects have been given.” That was the little blurb I put next to a photo of my hat that was stolen, on Facebook. I had a bit of a mixed response from people, some people thought it was a great idea to post the photo, while other people were completely offended and angry by the post of a stolen hat! {Possibly it is those people who actually stole it, were the “offended”, but one of my groups banned me from the group for the post (my local Sarina Community Group), so poo poo to those 4 small minded and easily manipulated admin. I've taken their names down for future reference. (Lee Ross, Aleesha Birch, Kirstie Ross, Katherine Oake) Anyway, one of the people on Facebook asked me why anyone would nick my hat and so I composed a list of reasons that I immediately thought of as a response; Well, let me think now, ok, any number of reasons: 1 - No reason except took it because they could, it was the one large visible object inside my car. A thrill steal. 2 - They wanted the hat; planned and pre-meditated theft, as I had a daily ritual involving my hat, so a stalking theft. 3 - It is a very large pink hat, and as I used to wear it daily in public, someone who doesn't like the colour pink or the fact that it was so large, was so offended by this hat, that they stole it. 4 - Someone saw me second-guessing myself that day and decided to teach me a lesson. An unwanted predator narcissist theft. 5 - A retarded council worker related theft, due to the complaint I had just made about the garbage trucks littering as they drive from bin to bin (The trucks aren't covered at the top and so the lightweight rubbish flies out and lands on the side of the road - like a lot of rubbish flies out.) 6 - A tourist (a cunt) who has previously stolen from me at another address, may just have stopped by and wanted to dysfunctional tell me that they are in the area. I'm pretty sure I could think of more reasons; I'm a fairly creative person. But ultimately how should I know the mind of a stupid thief? I don't! I am so different from a "stupid thief", that I can only guess why they would take something so unique. So that was my response, then I got comments from other people, who thought of some more: 1 - I am “Miss goody two shoes”, so that very fact pissed them off, and wanted to take their feelings of inadequacy about themselves, out on me by stealing from me. 2 - stole it because the colour pink represents female, and they hate women, so stole it. 3 - The "stupid drunk" reason. (Although it was at 10 o'clock in the morning.) 4 - Stolen it because I was in control of my life, so, was there that day, as that’s what I wanted. And some people think that's wrong, and that a man should be in control of me (!). So, they stole it (can you believe that one, if that’s true: ahhhh COMPLETE MORON with the extreme psychological problems). 5 - there are some people in society who have a personality trait still not quite evolved, and are dog-like, and so a "dog" has picked up on my scent, and has not liked it, and has so stolen my hat. (Not necessarily talking about a literal scent, more like intangible scent). 6 - On that particular day, back in November, it was more windy than usual, and if I had a worn my pink hat, it would've blown off for sure - I may have even lost it in the water! So, maybe, someone was trying to be "helpful", and stole it so I wouldn't wear it and lose it ! Lol 7 – stolen by Mackay council staff who were in the area at that time, as they are people who are cocky enough to steal in that manner. I just like to comment on the “goody two shoes”. I feel like I AM ACTUALLY this way! Because I have so many people trying “to get me”, like sabotage, it happens ALL THE TIME; banning from my local group is a perfect example, but I am pretty sure Centrelink have a red flag next to my name to indicate “DO NOT BOTHER INVESTIGATING if member of the public put in a complaint of some sort”. - So many people trying “to get me”. – oh, if only I were paranoid! It's like I have been forced to be prim and proper all the time! Bloody cunts! (I found swearing to be an especially good weapon, they really hate it.) However, I don't drink, I never have my whole adult life, I personally think people who drink are pretty much non-thinkers, and that is the reason they drink – they don’t want to think. (Big problem in Australia). T-H-I-N-K So, knowing how many people drink in Australia especially, I can see why some people would have a problem with my attitude, because I really have no tolerance for drunks, and even people who drink not to the point of inebriation, but are still slightly intoxicated, those people are unbearable; you're trying to talk and they're pretty much are antagonistic, rude and have no patience or tolerance. So, I stand by my “goody two shoes” attitude. If you're a pathetic drunk you are flawed, with only yourself to blame. There is an easy remedy, even if you're forced to go and slug it out every day, day after day, doing the same thing, working with a bunch of arseholes - you can still remedy everything. By the way, my secret feelings and attitude towards the person who stole this hat; I wish them dead. I wish I had a drone assassinator, so I could put a bullet in their ear. I'm not sure what you make of that goody two shoes response, but this is my general feelings towards anyone who steals from me. I should add here, when it was taken I was parked between two cars, one red and one white, the person driving the white car I saw; they were a couple, the boy was extremely skinny and had a bright blue hat, he looked way too young to have girl friend, he looked like a child. But was holding hands with the driver, whilst doing weird things with his bright blue hat as I walked back to the car. I later saw him on a tradie Facebook group in Mackay, and asked the person who posted it about the hat, I checked out their profile too - their profile was dodgy, looked like a fake girls name. plus “I don't know anything” response. So, it could've been them. However, I suspect they were in cahoots with the person in the red car who was the person who actually stole it, because whenever I have things stolen I'm always seeing a girl in a red car - I would go so far as to say, if you see a girl driving a red car, you can assume that she is a little thief. It seems red is the colour choice of a female bimbo thieves when it come to cars. There were also 2 women at the surf club, one appeared to be possibly from Council, the other one appeared to be the cleaner down there. I possibly think they are all in cahoots with the theft of my hat? I took a screenshot of the girls name who posted in the Mackay trading group it's a fake name and her profile picture shows five different people. If anyone would like to see it please PM me. The main photo was a photo of a short blonde bimbo on the phone. Update: due to my persistency on Facebook about this hat. There was an attempt to return it to me!; I received a personal message late Juanuary, stating they have seen a pink hat in the grass near Gum Street. Unfortunately, the message was sent early Jan, but for some reason (possible FB IT Nerd sabotage?) I received it some weeks after it was sent, so, by the time I went there to check, alas, I discovered the remains of my hat; (see photo), it had been mown over. ☹️ So even though it was not a good outcome I'm very impressed that somebody saw it and contacted me - thank you so much to that person (Peta). Possibly the thief has decided with all of the hoopla I kicked up about this, on Facebook; it was not safe to wear, (!), and so they have just thrown it out the window of their car (?). Did not even have the decency to return it. That thief is going to be in "karmic debt" to me now. You really have to think before you act. 👉 7. Passive Aggressive Dogs on FB still Playing Sides At the moment I have narcissistic STALKERS stalking me on Facebook marketplace. A few weeks ago, they set up a situation to try and “play sides”. They are the “dogs who play sides”. And so what happened is that I arranged to meet someone (Nguyen Thuy) at their unit to get some free Vietnamese mint, and when I went there, turns out the person didn't give me the unit number, they just said they lived above the bakery, so I go the unit above the bakery, this Asian guy answered, said “oh you don't really want to talk to them but you're after the person who lives in number 1, you have to go up the other end.” So, I go up the other end, you have to go around the back, found number 1, and guess what? there was no one home! I was so pissed off. I sent them message, no response suddenly. But at the back door was the Vietnamese mint, plus an empty plastic pot, and a spade, so I'm thinking they must've just left this out for me just in case they weren't home. So, I got some, a small section of their large tub, and left (plus I left a bag of fruit at their back door, as I don't like to leave people with nothing, I left some fancy acha-cha fruit for them, probably a dozen in a plastic bag). So, I get home and there’s a message from some other girl at Sarina, Zoe Verdonk who I had contacted in regards to a cycad; she had ignored my message from days before, then her latest message now was ‘too late!’ I can't remember her exact words but she was rude, and I immediately knew she was DOG. (I had a childhood dog, named Zoe, a Labrador). So, then I got a message from Nguyen Thuy who accuses me of stealing! Unbelievable. You know, I think the young man who I spoke to at the top of the stairs above the bakery, was Nguyen Thuy, and when he saw me he just pretended that he wasn't the person. An arsehole. But, get this, there’s more: my landlord starts acting really weird when I get home (I stopped by there first. So, I suspect now this was a whole plan by the dogs to try to play sides against my landlord, to try and get me kicked out like what they do with every landlord I have. Fuck off with your passive aggressive theft accusations. The whole community is the one who's stealing from me - don't try and turn it around the other way! So typical of a narcissistic. I will be doing my best not to go back into Sarina they are a bunch of thieving dogs.. Seriously, that town has got some major problems going on. And now I know why there's so many people I've encountered who have said in a kind of ‘turned up their nose’ fashion ‘ooh no, we're not from Sarina.’ I will include our messenger conversation as proof – I am not making this up: 8 February 8 Feb 2025, 16:45 Nguyen · Blocked This is called Vietnamese coriander You sent That’s what some call, it it’s also known as Vietnamese mint; tomatoes tomatoes! Anyway, I would like to grow some of this, do you think next time I go into town you could dig me up some with some roots, and I can put it in a plastic bag and take it home? - unless you already have some potted up? Nguyen · Blocked Yes I will give free for you, if you want You sent I could swap you, if you want a Mulberry tree? Nguyen · Blocked Thank you, but i don't need it because live in unit, I can't plant big tree Where do you live? You sent I live in Paradise! I'll give you another PM when I know when I'm due in town next, actually I don't have to go in very often, but I've got a doctors appointment coming up soon. You sent 👍 You sent Hello are you going to be home tomorrow afternoon? I thought I would stop by and get some Vietnamese Mint, (Vietnamese coriander). Maybe around 4 o'clock? Nguyen · Blocked Yes, sure You sent Ah wonderful, what's the address? Nguyen · Blocked My address: 9 broad street, Sarina You sent Are you above the bakery? Nguyen · Blocked Yes, correct 9. I'm fairly certain that my seeds were once again stolen , from my beautiful giant Celosia.If you've read my blog, you’d be familiar with my story about how all my red giant celosia seeds were stolen at kookaburra Park, Gin Gin (by little bimbos), I went on and on, whingeing and whingeing, moaning and moaning about it, because I've been saving those seeds all that time, I just love them, and I wanted to sow them (and they're extremely rare, you can't purchase them). So, in 2022, I purchased what was available, a different species of Celosia, I planted them up and they were completely disappointing, small, mostly yellow, and flame like in flower structure, not round ball at all. (I put in complaint to the supplier, saying that their seeds were inferior!), anyway, at my next address, in a pot plant, you wouldn't believe it (pretty much in the same way they first started growing for me back in Melbourne), a Celosia popped up in my purple planter, and it was an absolute stunning – as this one was not red, but pink. I've never seen pink forms. I don't know whether this is an act of God, or someone who's breeding this plant put one in my pot planter (?) which actually wouldn't surprise me, I have a lot of show-offs in my life who cross my path. So, I nurtured this plant, and when it was time to pick it, I carefully hung it upside down to dry to collect the seeds from. It was hanging in my big open area space, because it needed somewhere airy where it wouldn't go mouldy. So whilst I always keep my house locked, even when I do the washing or gardening, one time I had to go to the doctors, and when I came back home, opened my locked door, I looked at that bag hanging up and thought it was different, something had changed about it, I wasn't really sure, I couldn't put my finger on it, but I know now that it would have been stolen then while I was at the doctors. This is quite typical of when I go to the doctors, I have things stolen, I think it's the doctors receptionist, they know I'm there so the house is empty - so they steal. I think what's even more sinister, is that they have taken my seeds and replaced the existing seeds with inferior Celosia, because I have since sown some of those seeds that I collected from that bag, and they're just starting to flower now, and I can see they are completely different: half of them a yellow, half of them is have no flower at all, and some are flame flowers. It's very disappointing. And obvious that they are not from that seed head, as I have seen these seeds quite a few times before, and they did always come true from seed. However, I mean, because I've never seen a pink variation, maybe this is a cultivar that some plant breeder has done, in which case the seeds of the first generation would be completely different, infact it's most likely that they will be completely different, if it's first generation. I mean the term ‘heirloom’ vegetable gets its name from old varieties that have been around for so many years that the genetics are guaranteed to be the same. Some people might not even understand the term heirloom. Well, if that's true then only time will tell, because sooner or later I will get the same big pink flower, if indeed they were NOT SWAPPED over. There were sirens when I discovered these stolen – fake ambulance sirens. And I know I have jealous women who may have thought or even seen someone ’adding’ that cultivar to my planter, and so thinks that I am not entitled to have something for free, and so steals it – out of jealousy. 9. This is the type of antagonistic thing they do to me when I go into town: disgusting little girls, they have the key, and they have apple who can override my apple cameras. BULLIES, and hey; fuck off. (it is actually wax paste, some little cunt has got my jar, and placed a blob on the table) 10. Plastic Hook stolen from inside my washing machine I tried to warn people! These stupid delinquents have been stealing from me for over 20 years now, do you think they're just going to suddenly stop because I've moved here? Well, I sure did not think that!! But, the thieving imbeciles can't get into this house, because I have patio locks now, which are brilliant (every house needs them), plus I'm also pretty well conditioned now, in the art of locking my house WHENEVER I leave it, including gardening and washing. So all my other houses that I've lived in have had just normal looks, and they can easily be picked by pretty much anyone. So because these thieves now cannot take from inside my house, they're getting really desperate, and taking stupid items from outside in the back laundry area. Stupid items that will go under the radar of the police, or anyone else. Only I seem to know that they were stolen (Australia post knows!) They were stolen in the attempt to persecute me. This is their pattern, little pathetic fools. So my plastic hook was attached to my fabric shower curtain, it was well attached, it would not have just fallen out in the wash, it would have to be removed; so the thief either lifted the washing machine lid and took it out while it was sitting there after the load finished, or they took it off the curtain when I had hung it up to dry on the line - I didn't bother to check whether it was there or not at that point. But it certainly was not under the clothes line or in the washing machine, or anywhere in that area. Stolen. I have to update this, because the following day, that broken glass hook above, was lying next to the washing machine, and it was placed by the thief. This stupid little thief thinks, I'm pretty certain, that they're doing me a favour; my theory is that they put this glass hook there because there's a big push at the moment to get rid of plastics. I did a youtube video on it, saying the admin people on Facebook, and the Internet, should be focusing on banning plastics, rather than banning me!! (I said that they were completely stupid for doing this) LOL. Anyway, I assume you can now get glass shower curtain hooks? I haven't checked, because I have metal shower curtain hooks, the only reason why one of them is plastic, is because this stupid little thief stole one of the metal hooks when I was living at Builyan, and so now I'm one short, and that plastic one was already here. That thief does way more harm than good. I suspect they're trying to make up for their evil, but they're not going to, God sees everything you stupid little bimbo. And by the way what a crap mother this thief had. I mean she has ultimately fucked up her child so much, that the child thinks it's perfectly fine to steal. She is a failure of a mother. Quite frankly I'm tired of society not acknowledging the crap work that mothers do. All the thievery, all the crime, all the harassment; this is a direct result of bad parenting, in particularly, hopeless crap bimbo mothers. Why is it up to me to point these things out? All I hear in regards to mothers is “good” and “positive” things – happy mothers day, have a bunch of flowers for your crap mothering skills. In reality they are crap crap crap and turning a blind eye, and not doing anything to resolve their flaws and weakness. There seriously needs to be compulsory parenting class, and I say compulsory, to save face for all the bimbos who don't want to acknowledge that they are crap mothers. Compulsory parenting class for every single pregnant woman in Australia, and for each child after, if they have the stupidity to have more than one. The metal hook is missing too. 11. Police stealing via speeding ticket, and facebook ban, and placed dead roo, car and armcha I wrote about my “fake” speeding ticket on FB, it was removed - Another fb banned post. You know, make no mistake about it, a threat to free speech is a threat to human rights. I push boundaries, not out of a desire for fame or recognition, I believe in the hope of a better future. Dissent by the people is a necessity, to prevent greed, oppression, a dictatorship and poverty. My post; $483 for a speeding ticket for alleged 16 km over the speed limit. I claim I was not speeding at the time. Actually, I saw the police car, at that time, 716am, in Connors Street at Mackay, and I looked at my Speedo and I was not speeding, I was going 60km, (Phew I was relieved at the time. Phew) Is there anything I can do about this? This is pure money-making tactic, they obviously wanted me to pay for something? This ticket represents more than just a speeding fine, it's a push for me not to sell my plants on Facebook marketplace, in Mackay. This ticket is a big deal and the powers that be in the MARKET PLACE knows it. They hate seeing me win, and when I drove up to Mackay, I could sell my plants, make some small odd purchases on FB Market Place, and could usually make the trip pay for itself winning – winning – OMG, they HATE when I win. It is an oppressive tactic. As now I cannot sell my plants in Mackay. And in one of the comments, who asked about dash cam and speed records, I mentioned specifically the irony, because I was driving up to Mackay not only to drop off plants but to fix my car, it had some electrical issues, AND the dash cam needed to be fixed. I was taking my car up to Mackay instead of Sarina, as some local person from Facebook (girl with bitch nature), had taken upon herself, to go around and sabotage me with the other 2 mechanics, so who now refuse to serve me, or even take my booking or communicate with me at all via their online website on Facebook. So bad luck to that girl because I found a brilliant mechanic in Mackay who fixed all my car electrical problems and didn't overcharge me, and that is actually quite rare these days. By the way the police have done this once before at Gladstone, when I won a court case in regards to a bond; I should receive my bond back, and so the police fined me on my way home to Miriam Vale, and the amount was exactly the same as my bond. Not a coincidence. Police have rules unto themselves, they are greedy and corrupt, and if you have to rent, you are an automatic victim at all times. The police always side with the rich. they are small minded, and cannot see the big picture. So maybe as punishment for washing (current landlord has heaps of water – yet another source of winning that they HATE. Plus maybe also, $483 as punishment for not drinking, because I had spare change in my pocket to spend on Temu. Also I’m sick of seeing dead kangaroos by the side of the road so I took a video of one and put it on Facebook and I put it on fast forward (to make it a quick short vid to upload - my Telstra internet does not work properly), and I think a police has seen it and saw how fast I was going and thought I was speeding and really it was just on fast forward, when I was doing like you know 20km, (I don’t speed), just after that, I got the ticket, stupid stupid, stupid stupid police, by the way I’m not entirely sure if that was a hit-and-run kangaroo. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone actually went and got a dead kangaroo, several times, and put them by the side of the road (like they did with that smashed up cars and arm chair - just at that Campwin turn off), such is the nature of stupid Bogans who annoyed the crap out of me. Stop using me to control the stupid male rev heads here who drive big fancy expensive meathead cars, and have big egos - who the police would dare not stop and give a ticket to) exactly like Debbie croft humiliating me infront of the class, for the specific point of getting the boys to do their homework. Fucked cunts. Actually, someone later suggested it was school teachers who arranged the speeding ticket, as they are afraid of me. {I have a lot of dirt on bloody hopeless school teachers). Plus the police, when I phoned them (to complain about my bogus ticket), said, it was a ‘thing’ and they had pre-planned it specifically to get me – she was quite blasé about it. I cursed her. And, on the day, the police were parked in one of those fancy blue police cars (I allways thought they were fake police), outfront of the shed I had taken a photo of before, and wrote a blog story about (it was called “keep it simple stupid” - and they took a photo of my car there, not a coincidence. They could be stealing from me because I don't have kids, and they're giving that money to stupid little sluts who have little fatherless bastards. (?) I am being punished for not having kids, and not being a slut. This post was ban from my local Campwin Beach and Sarina Beach Community Noticeboard group. It was also banned from the Gunnedah group, and the Mackay group, and then my local Campwin Beach and Sarina Beach Community Noticeboard, ban me altogether from posting any posts. (oh, one of the Mackay groups did not ban it, will have to make special note as to which one – common sense one). I would like to name and shame these 3 non-thinking, easily manipulated, juvenile admin, for refusing to post any of my posts in my local group. Michelle Berardi, Dwayne Crothers, Natalie Crothers. I have since left this group because I'm not going to be oppressed in this manner; a new tactic instead of ‘banning’ altogether. (I have already been ban from the Sarina group). If I have something to say I would like to say it - I'm not going to be a part of a group to shut up and listen to them and look at their ads. That would be absurd. Btw, how can you use me as a “humiliation” example, if you keep banning me? The dykes on bikes have just ridden past, telling me that they're not going to steal this story, because it portrays me in a good light, and the local community here in a bad light; so, anyone reading it may start to see the truth and reality, start to see what's going on, I am not the bad guy. The dykes on bikes (who I have mentioned numerous times on my blog as they hound me), don't want people to know the truth. Btw, the dykes on bikes have been harassing me all morning, if I venture outside (it is too cold for me to be outside, weird cold allergy), so every time I step outside: noisy motorbikers starts revving. So possibly these dykes on bikes are actually young men in their 20s who have been let off their leash by their hopeless over controlling mothers, so they annoy the crap out of everybody on a motorbike. Possibly playing the “save the girl” game. See. It must be over for the day. They will be there again tomorrow morning no doubt. ALL THE TIME. Still the police do nothing, but blame me for those arsholes, and make me pay $483 (8 payments a month, for 8 months – yes, really low income you stupid thieves). 12. Pink Bowl I suspect the local police stole this bowl after the above story - as I kept seeing them whenever I drove anywhere - they stalking too. Maybe they can see the locals stealing from me, and are putting their presence here?? Plus some stupid bitch is still putting water in my fuel tank unless I put my camera on. oh no - that's not a nuisance, at all, I just love setting up my camera then having to check it everywhere I go. Also, dogs doing signs "scream loudly, since they stealing from you." Also, when these things were stolen, there were planes flying overhead in more than usual way, there was some girl dressed as prostitute on bad English movie, on you tube, saying “thank you” – as in talking responsibility for theft. There was also some unknown person doing “your stealing signs”. You know, my email is below, in the footer of EVERY PAGE – if you think I have stolen anything of yours, then bloody email me and state what it actually is? Don’t be such a passive aggressive narcissistic coward. There is a slim chance this bowl broke, and I forgot, plus forgot to take a photo (I also take photos of things I throw out, incase I forget and accuse someone of stealing it) - oh no, NOT a nuisance TO DO THAT AT ALL! 14. Another pink bread plate stolen today Sunday 24th August from locked house Another plate of mine from my crocery set, has been stolen today; my landlord came down and asked me to go up to his shed he wanted me to take some photos of some items, while I was gone the house was locked, and this was taken out of my locked house. It most definitely would've been stolen by a stupid bimbo mother as I had just prior uploaded my story that I wrote in 2022 about how stupid mothers are and how they are not even aware of how stupid they are. 15. Essential oil stolen AGAIN I've had a lot of essential oil stolen. Most of it taken when I lived at Gin Gin, Kookaburra Park, (close to Bundaberg). It was the time when essential oils were really starting to take off in popularity. And there are a lot of stupid stupid young bimbo women in their 20s and 30s who steal. {Not to mention the ones in their 40s and 50s who still continue to steal because they haven't actually grown up out of their baby years}. The dysfunction amongst women is extreme in Australia - you think men have problems, wrong, women are way more fucked up than men. And what I noticed they started doing it at Sarina, in that unit, they would take a bottle, and I just see that a bottle was stolen (they are all numbered in order), I take a photo of what remains. Obvious that it is gone. But then a month later when I'm going through my oils, suddenly there is this bottle that was stolen. I look at it, and I can see that it's half empty, or a quarter empty.. so, what they have started doing is taking the bottles stealing some and then putting it back again, hoping I would not notice. Just revolting those people: so spoilt and entitled, behaving like brats even in their 50’s. So that happened to this bottle: as you can see from the photo it's practically empty, when I just made up the blend (Arnica oil), and it was half over half full. I had got it out of my storage, ready, to apply it to my sore foot later before bed. So, about 30ml looks stolen, could be a bit more, aprox $70 worth of essential oil. STOLEN I had also noticed that same day, a pink bread plate had been stolen. A matching pink bowl was taken at a previous time. And a mop handle was taken (it was unscrewed in 3 parts, and they left the mop, then 1 handle extension next to it, and took the top handle part. Very odd; they don't usually do things like that? I'm thinking there was a different thief this time, a copycat, or maybe a different person accompanying the usual typical thief??? who knows. But my neighbours have been harassing me for the past month or two, both neighbours in front of me and next to me. One of them has young people who harassed me at night for about a week, burning grass in their unused part of the backyard. And in that time my outdoor aquarium tank was overheated, resulting in fish death; I believe in retrospect it was those stupid little idiots. Listen carefully stupid neighbours: I CAN’T HEAR YOU; I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU. SO, FUCK OFF AND MIND YOUR OWN GODDAM BUYSINESS. I've also noticed amongst my neighbours, they seem, well maybe there's some little game that the leeches are playing; if somebody implies that I just lost something rather than it was stolen, then they get really excited and throw a party for themselves declaring that they won as they think they got away with it. Because the people who can do something about it, don't actually believe me that it was stolen and this has been an ongoing issue - pretty much nobody actually believes me when I tell them that someone stole my “pink bread plate”. Don’t get me started on when I tell them they've been stealing my reading glasses (I've literally had hundreds of reading glasses taken), and they think I lost them (“everyone loses their glasses” they say) Well WRONG! I don't lose my glasses, somebody steals them (although btw, I don’t believe I have a had any glasses stolen in over 12mnths-bloody miracle). NEWSFLASH: you did not win: Stealing is a crime in this country not only is it a crime and you can be sent to jail but it's a religious mandate. Everybody thinks stealing is scum behaviour. And if you deceive the human authorities well, you too bad for you, can’t get past God, HA. So, you can take your stupid rebellion and shove it up your arse because you are going to lose big time in the end, don't think that just by not believing in something that it's not true. Oh, and yeah, like I have nothing better to do today, than write this story up to deal with this fucking stupid bimbos who keep stealing from me: fuck off you stupid little dogs. By the way, I wrote to my local politician to complain about these theft's in my community, {since the police don't do anything and are fucked}. And after I did that the person who had been verbally harassing me at my neighbours, who drives a Ute, have disappeared. So maybe it was them? So is this what I have to do every few weeks or months when people start harassing me, then eventually ending in theft: write to a politician so that this stupid coward leaves??? Australia is a fucked backwards country, it's embarrassing to be called Australian when surrounded by complete thieving MORONS. Oh and I just remembered something else that was taken, and that was one of those adapter plugs in the photo. I just received a new pump for the aquarium, I was very excited at the time because the plug actually fit - a lovely snug fit that wouldn't fall out of the socket. I have been using it to unplug my aquarium every night, and every morning, back in, and one recent morning I came out and the plug had been swapped over so it just fell out. There is no doubt in my mind that this plug was swapped over, this is exactly something that the thieves would do. Swapping over good quality items for crap ones, has been another ongoing issue: it's something Australian females retailers do (because they're fucked people). When I happen to see an item in my kitchen from Kmart, I am reminded of how crap it is, and is because whenever I purchase products from Australian suppliers they give me seconds or faulty items, and if by chance I receive something of good quality that it's not a faulty second item like has been the case through Online purchases, then retailers in Australia will literally (not kidding here) break into my house and swap the item over for one that's faulty - they have done this on numerous items. Including also can openers, chipped crockery, there has been heaps and heaps and heaps of products that have been swapped over for crap ones. Australian retailers are the biggest thieves ever, and if I can get a chance to purchase from America or China, I'm taking it. I have recently been dealing with department of fair trading, due to a such faulty item, from the good guys, who refused to communicate or honour their warranty. In the end they said they would honour their warranty with a refund, and then the same week I get these items stolen out of my house. Not a coincidence. 14. 3 bread plates stolen on Sunday 24th August 2025 ON 24 August, Sunday morning, I left the house with my landlord and went up to his shed about 100m up the road to take some photos. The house was locked. When I came back these 2 bread plates were missing. Stolen. As well as essential oil, and probably other things that I haven't noticed yet, probably food as well. As I was trying to find a photo of my plates (can’t believe I don’t have a better shot), I realised that there's been heaps of other crockery that has been stolen since I moved to Queensland. There are a lot of stupid women in Australia stealing crockery. So I'll put those photos here but it was only those top 2 that were taken on Sunday. I think it's a government DOG Facebook police related organised crime? And they have got to my landlord. Such weakness. All of those plates were from Vinnys, like $.50 they would've cost me, except for the pink ones which were from Kmart. I believe the ones from Kmart that were stolen, as they a part of a set, was stolen by some stupid woman who purchased the set at the same time as me back in 2016 or so, knows that I have the set, and has hers has broken, (as she is stupid), and so has stolen part of mine to replace her broken or chipped one. So it'll probably be someone from Gunnedah. So out of my 8 breadplates, I had 3 left only yesterday. So I got 2 of them and smashed them – now they can’t steal the remainder (I would have done all 3, but the other has a rockmelon on it in the fridge – So now I have to purchase some more bread plates. Vinny is out, and Kmart is out - so where the hell am I meant to get my bread plates from? I also had some blonde turnup yesterday trying to give me more money than the agreed Facebook price $20 more (Unrelated item), so I think she might have something to do with the theft; trying to compensate me for the plates?? She had permed blonde long hair, there are a lot of blondes in Queensland. She said her name was Janine Janbeluki, probably a fake name? $20 by the way, doesn't compensate for the theft. Like I've said, the cost of the theft is far greater than the value of the item- it's about stress. I have estimated compensation is $5000 per item, and there's 4 items taken on Sunday, that's $30,000. If you want to compensate, then that's what you're up for. If you can't afford to steal, you shouldn't be doing it. And by the way, given my experience with the Australian police, I know there's no point in putting in a theft report, (they don't take me seriously due to the low value of stolen items, and in fact will accuse me of being crazy, and will deeply resent the fact that I've called them about something so trivial, and plus will start stalking me to give me a speeding ticket}. So what I did, was put in a complaint to my local politician, telling her about the thieving that's going on in her community. More essential oil stolen by predator marketing on Facebook incahoots with dog neighbours - half a bottle of fake Australian pine oil was stolen. Neighbours also stole my lotus plant in fish tank. Punctured deliberately by neighbours This was my inflatable spa; I purchased it with the Covid cash grants. I used it to cure a lump of inflammation that had been on my collapsed arch foot for 2 years {it was a total fluke and I didn't know the spa would get rid of the inflammation, but it did, I wrote about it on my blog, in detail .} Anyway, since that time I have relocated 2 times, and at my current address, somebody (at Christmas 2025) put a puncture in my spa. They distracted me with an old man neighbour who came over, and while I was talking to them they punctured it. So, at first I was thinking, well it would be 2 old men who did it, {there's another old man who lives nearby who I have been warned about actually literally hates women, he's known as a woman hater!} so I would think it was done in a misogynistic manner. This type of sabotage has been a repeated problem in my life, and probably worth mentioning on my blog, in order to stop it: Some men think being ‘naughty’ with a woman is "a good and fun thing” and that ALL women also will think it is a "good and fun thing", especially if it's with him. They are completely clueless – woman DO NOT THINK THIS. So, the issue I'm talking about is men who behave badly in order to evoke a reaction of chastisement from me. So, deliberately pissing a woman off in the hopes they can be whipped. It's so inappropriate, offensive and disgusting I can't explain it; go and find a prostitute. They're called dominatrix ones. I'm not interested in you, and I will not be giving you what you want, try and understand that. You are not going to be the one who 'tames the shrew" (and the opposite!). So having said that about some men, on my blog, you'll notice I have mainly a problem with women doing this kind of thing, it is women who are on my back way more than men. Women are little girls, who don’t think things through (since they had crap parents - plus do not apply commonsense). Also, they do it to impress men – they are fully sick. And I note, there are plenty of women NOT like me, who do like playing these games with men, I recall when I was 18, one of my friends used to light the cigarettes of the boys – she wanted to please and give of herself to them, a natural instinct for her. I DO NOT HAVE THIS INSTINCT. So, it wouldn't surprise me if the person who came over and punctured my spa, was actually female, the same one who steals from me: the female misogy. {I've written about the female misogy too on my blog}. She is bully. No matter who did it, it's a disgusting and vile, and you later will feel guilty about it, and no, I'm not going to accept your half-hearted attempts at an apology. That will be $500 replacement value thanks very much. And, you are going to be condemned to a lifetime of drunkenness, due to your feelings of guilt. HA Plus, again, as I have mentioned, they do “charity” signs after a theft, as in, ‘we did it to raise money for charity’ – women do this on media. So again they just did this with a fundraiser on YouTube. I don't believe they are fundraising; they're stealing; women are stealing for themselves; women are the biggest thieves ever who lie and say iots for charity. And it might not be related, but I think it is; this week there has been a child verbally harassing me, slightly, next door at Herta Lane, and this puncture is childish, so I think some mother cynt (I don't usually use code when it comes to swearwords, but someone on Facebook was doing signs calling herself Jasmine Cynt, in relation to my pipette that was recently stolen, I suspect she was the person who stole it and she was calling herself a Cunt, in code!! I thought it was really funny so I have taken to calling cunts cynts!! (I did not think stealing my pipette was funny). So, some mother cynt, maybe pretending to be a child, or, sending her child next door to verbally harass me, and putting a pin through the fly screen window, into my inflatable spa??? Following a formula; This is nothing new; dogs have been doing this to me my whole adult life, it seems I have to write about it in order for it to stop, well actually further than that not only do I have to write about it but someone in their circle of friends appear or a substantial member of the community literally has to tell them to stop doing it - An adult with the mentality of a child. And it wouldn't surprise me if the person doing it was actually a politician or trying to impress one? So, if that makes any sense at all - you have to be a genius to know what's going on in my life. And yeah, sure I have nothing better to do on this Christmas Eve and day than to write about this shit. Either that above or every time my old man neighbour comes over there is an act of God who punctures and steals. I don’t think so! It is no coincidence that I have had to upload this story with a picture of my spa TODAY, Christmas. There are people who like to accuse me of stealing water. When I DO NOT steal water at all. Nothing could be further from the truth. My landlord has quite a lot of water, he has a large dam unlike all his neighbours, so they would be completely jealous. Every time I see him I ask him how his water situation is, he assures me he has plenty, I am not using too much, and I can use water for spa. Plus, if he wanted more he could, because he has a bore! (although he said the water quality is not very good here. Salty – I know he is looking for a cheap way to remove the salt, he wants me and my network to help!!!!). A few weeks ago, still in the dry, (dry and wet seasons here) I had dogs on YouTube doing signs that my neighbours across the road were stealing my landlord's water while I had the hose up near their boundary line at night. So, I don't know if they actually did, it's 50-50 with people who do signs, half the time they're true, half the time they're just trying to manipulate me, but, it was the same signs they did when they stole from me – so I am inclined to believe that they did steal water. Actually knowing they may have stolen water put things into perspective, as I was thinking (silently winging to myself) I ought to be a home owner, but: one of the perks of renting is I don't have to worry about my neighbours stealing my water, because if I did own my own home with plenty of water, or even not, I'm pretty sure they would be stealing it -they steal everything else from me, why wouldn't they steal that too? This is an area of EXTREME JEALOUSY amongst stupid women. Oh, and I need to add about the water: when I have my spa I only fill it to just above the filter, which is about 20cm so I can lie down with my head resting on the filter, breathing and relaxing in the hot water. I don't need to feel it full, in fact I prefer it only shallow so I can lie down fully and relax. I couldn't find an inflatable in a bath shape. There's monumental health benefits that come with having a hot bath. ALREADY ONLY AFTER 3 BATHS, in 3 weeks my 4yr old blocked ear is almost fully unblocked (yah!!). Plus, I was really stiff just before, and it hurt to walk and stand, but after a bath, NOT!, I can move more freely. So, I know there's people who try to accuse me of stealing water, and I am not a water stealer!! I am savvy and no how save and store water! Unlike many non-thinking Australians! Like, I would only set this spa up at the beginning of the rainy season, when it rains. And when I know that there's plenty of rain still to come. I certainly wouldn't be pulling it out like in the past when we've had no water. It's just a good time; we've had rain every year since COVID-19 so far. But I didn't have it set up at my previous address anyway, I made a point of having 12 spas before I moved from Gin Gin!! And there were still 2 tanks full of water. I think her neighbours, my neighbours told her that I was using all her water ? – they were trying to manipulate her against me. So after I left and she saw there would be 1 completely full, and 1 near full tank, she would have been ‘floored’– like maybe she was paranoid too that I was stealing all the water. She is a pothead afterall – a real pothead. So since this accusations seems to be an issue, (the people, the car people who harass me whenever I go anywhere, this is one of the things they harass me about), so why don't I just get into it in greater detail for you: this is what I do since I only have a small hot water system (not as small as the Gin Gin one) I put the timer on, and start filling the spa up with the hose for 12 minutes (after 6 minutes it goes cold, but I found if I just keep it going for 12 minutes, and then stopped it for 30 minutes, the heater would re heat in those 30 minutes, so I would fill it for another 12 minutes). It is a very hot water sytem. And that gives me 20cm of water. So of course it does take up some water, but it's not a great sum. And ofcourse all goes back on to the garden. If you recall on my blog, I wrote a story before, when I had a bath at Culls place. When I did, I had dogs on the ABC chastising me for having a bath, like they thought it was their business that I was having a bath – some stupid woman with blonde hair – I think the same one who thought I was going to hack up all the fabrics at Fantasy Fabrics with a pair of scissors, and so yelled at me in the shop – UNBELIEVABLE STUPIDITY. They seriously fucked in the head on the ABC (they actually do stupid ‘over stepping boundary’ things like that ALL THE TIME), I don't know exactly who was responsible for that, I suspect not the dumb dog, but I did have a bath one time when I was working as a nanny, a live in nanny, maybe that person resented the fact that I was having a bath in their bathroom? That person does work for the Gov, same as the ABC, could be same person? But that would be quite bizarre and pretty stupid on behalf of that person. I do not use excess water; 1 bath here and there is perfectly acceptable. Although before I got my inflatable, I had not had a bath for 14 years! Can you believe that. Actually, at Rangari, I only ran out of water twice in 10 years, but he had 2 tanks, so it was no big deal. I had plenty of water, and did not use plenty in the house, (although my washing machine was on bore water which saves heaps). I have a washing machine that uses a fair amount of water, but here st secret spot, I use damn water, which is filthy brown, and all water drains onto the garden, none is wasted, but sometimes I get a stinky load of washing off the line! Anyway, my house at the moment doesn't have any tanks connected to it because it was built with a flat roof and if you live in a bushland with a flat roof than any water that you collect from the roof is going to be putrid; it's going to have animal droppings and leaf litter, plus millions of gum stamens causing tannin contamination. I took a photo of the contaminated water collected from the roof at Gin Gin – it’s disgusting! Have a look at it, and I was expected to drink that water!! The landlord here has finally switched my water over to their water, so, instead of me collecting drinking water with saucepans, and using putrid water to shower in (my tank was the tank next door – the water collection here is a bit complicated, a DIY job. So now, after 18mnths of living here, I get the same water that the landlord drinks (how kind of him). He has a new roof on his house with 3 tanks. But I know, from experience, every household, even a single person household needs 2 tanks (unless they have 1 really large tank - but I have never seen a house with a really large tank). So, on this whole property, there are 5 different households (actually there is 6), but one of them is empty. So according to my calculations, that would mean 10 tanks are needed. I know he doesn't have 10 tanks, so I mean lucky that we've had rain every season, but if it's going to end up like it was, with a nine-year drought, he's definitely going to run out of water. And he is old and has lived through many droughts, so I find it bizarre people don't think about these things: they spend money on other things, when really tanks should be priority number one. He told me the reason he didn't connect my water before was because his mother's tank got a hole in it and the whole tank leaked, so there was a shortage, and then before that he didn't do it because the ants got in the whole tank was contaminated – but that’s what I mean, things like that happened all the time, which is why you need a minimum of 2 tanks per household. Plus it would be better if I could monitor my own water, so I know specifically how much I can use with spa……. SLOPEY ROOVES!! I'm a pretty savvy person, when I was living at Gin Gin, there was no water, yet I managed to make sure I had my plants watered, I know how to take care of myself and think in advance without stealing someone else’s water. Living with people who don't know how to take care of themselves when you're, you know, a “lowly tenant” is a little annoying sometimes. Christmas day, and that motorbiker who has been harassing me, is going past atm: triple time on Christmas day I bet. (At Gin Gin, one of the police said that person was drug mule. Could be.) 19. Sick of Pervert dog police stealing from me – trying to play God This is 2nd ticket issued by Mackay Police. But the 3rd ticket issued by entrapment from Queensland police; trying to steal money from me. Make no mistakes about it – this is theft, so it is going on my Blog. The first time it was because the judge agreed with me that I should keep my bond, whereas the police think that I should pay the bond to their friend in the community, and so because they lost, and I won, they gave me a speeding ticket on my way home – THEY ARE FUCKED PEOPLE. That was at Gladstone back in 2019. It was not clear if I was actually speeding at the time or not, as it was an unmarked car by the side of the road who took a photo. (I would put money on the fact I was NOT speeding – as I am not a speeder.) Overstepping your boundary in TYRANNICAL IDIOT style police. I do know for sure that the second ticket, I was definitely not speeding, I looked, I saw: 59/60km/h, but they gave me a ticket anyway - saying that I was speeding doing over 70. I was being followed that morning by a police woman who I had previously seen at Gladstone courthouse when I was fighting to get my Bond back from the local rental girl – who was incahoots with the police at Builyan, she had long blonde curly hair. The police were Lynch.LisaM and her husband cop – (Someone later advised me it was her and her partner stealing from me out there -no convictions)? The third ticket, possibly I was speeding (?) I know it is easy to go over 60 in a 60 zone – but they picked me out of all the cars in peak hour traffic. I was the one they stopped. I do believe there was a big Ute infront of me blocking oncoming traffic. I would put money on the fact that the person driving that Ute was a cop as I am being targeted by pervert police.This time, 3rd ticket, I have proof. I was lured to Slade point via Facebook Marketplace for cheap $20 shelves (prob worth $500). The person who lured me ALL THE WAY over to Slade Point was a police officer – possibly retired but still with connections in the police. Robert Naismith (ECHUCA, Stanhope Police Leading Senior Constable.). Possibly Lisa Lynchs partner?? And or the guy who purchased my generator for $20, that was worth $1000 – the useless repairer stole from me. And possible the Facebook marketplace person I saw just before that Adrianna Leahy was involved. I was also followed by plain clothes police in “hoon” manner all that day. They seem to be playing. QLD police are abusing the system. And, STOP STALKING ME YOU BUNCH OF NARCASSISSTS. Get your own life and leave me alone. They really are corrupt. There is a chance this 3rd ticket was related to saving the Mackay butcher who stole from me – as I was on my way there when I was ‘detained’, by the time I was ‘freed’, the shop had closed. So, in Mackay 1 week prior, I went to the butcher on Shakespeare (bit of a fancy Butcher with fancy meats). {Note keywords here to trigger thieving blonde dogs}, so I thought I would try it out and I wanted mincemeat (as Coles refuse to deliver my mincemeat to me). They had two types of mincemeat an extra lean and an extra extra lean, and so I asked the guy to get me some extra extra lean, as I have to be healthy in my old age. The guy said he had a sealed pre-packed one already, he pulled it out and gave it to me, I put it in my esky, paid and left. But when I was back in the car I realised there was something wrong because that mince in the window was a lovely shade of dark red but the mince that he had given me was much paler. So, I'm thinking something is wrong, and I was a bit annoyed, and turned around and drove back to the Butcher, but I didn't want to make a big scene, because it's a very nice butcher shop, and I was hoping to return back again. I thought I will just buy some more mince, I'll get another kg of each, because anyway it was a different guy serving me this time, and see what happens, but there was some confusion as to what and which ones (extra lean, or extra extra lean), initially I asked for extra extra lean, but he had given me extra lean – so he said. So, then I told him that I wanted an extra of both, but then somehow it got changed to 2kg of extra extra lean - So unfortunately I couldn't compare it. I later tasted the meat, it didn't look like that there was anything wrong, it smelt ok. I thought I should mix it with the extra extra lean just in case it was a bit weird, and when I tasted it, it was fine, the only thing I thought maybe, it's quite flavourless, like it could've been veal mince?? Veal mince I know is pale plus lacks flavour. So, I think that's what they did for some weird reason? if anyone else has a theory of what they did this, please let me know? But also when I was in the shop that first time, there was a blonde girl, a blonde woman, and her little girl, with blonde hair, who was staring at me; they were behaving a little peculiar, and as soon as I'd made my purchase they left the shop, so they didn't actually purchase anything, they were like hanging around to see what I would do… so they obviously were involved in the weird mince situation somehow. Also, when I initially asked for an additional 1kg of extra lean and 1kg of extra extra lean instead of 2kg extra extra lean, he started getting the extra lean out, and he didn't get the pre-frozen sealed pkt like before, he got the mince from the window - so that's definitely suspect. The first guy literally gave me meat from a different source. And there was another discrepancy too, because the price on the sign in the window said one thing but they had charged me an additional a dollar. I think, my body cam did not quite get the price clearly enough. But it so happened I had to go back to Mackay the following week for the bloody dental and car tyres. I thought excellent, I'll go and see if I had made a mistake in the sign or if he had indeed charged me an additional dollar. Things like that matter to me a GREAT DEAL. And that’s when the police intervened. “Detained” shop closed. So, I could not check. and see what happened this time when I got some more mince!! I did get the butchers face on camera though, I will put it below, since there is no chance I can drive back to Mackay. I mean do these kind of ‘big deals’ happen to other people? it was just meant to be a trip into town, stop at the Butcher….. but no - there was all of these weird mincemeat and police problems. I'm thinking police jealousy for sure; they want me to only have crap food, in fact it's a thing I've noticed this and last year with dogs doing signs about police stealing food. Females police. Third born jealousy in the police department. Thatta be right; send your unwanted mistake offspring into the police department. I definitely have been followed around, and the more I think about it, recently, the more I think it must be the police, because they're really arrogant people who follow me around; like they do car revving and speeding, they have no fear about the law which tells me that probably that IS the law, it's probably the same person who has given me 3 tickets, so I'm sick and tired of stupid police; get a life, leave me alone. Also on previous trips to Mackay some guy in Mackay, with red hair (skinny) accused me of touching his car with mine as I was reversing out of my park, and it was a complete bullshit , I did not touch his car, and there was no mark or damage on the car, as he eventually agreed. I believe that guy was “inserted” as a part of a mysoge plan to try to get the police to give me a ticket; as in “incompetent driver here – can’t drive – she hit my car, by not looking”. LYING ARSE. They did other things to, mechanics involved (probably Master Mechanical Sarina, as I told CBA that they stole from me – which they did); they put something on my fuel tank or did something to my fuel filter (?) which made it make a really loud noise in Mackay when accelerating, like just at the lights. Plus at Sarina they put some thing on my Chassis that could make it start shaking – little boy stuff. And the police is so stupid they fell for it hook line and sinker. PLUS, I'm very certain that those stupid arse’s are trying to turn their little bullying hateful power tripping game into an important competition. As in "we won and you lost", declaring themselves the biggest bullies, therefore the biggest winners. Seriously, this is what these people are doing in Mackay and Sarina. Could they be any more backwards? Hate to tell you stupid car people, but you are big-time losers - this bullying and picking on single women is what losers do, it's the main thing that losers do, it’s on the same level as perverts. You lose big time, you're going to lose big time, just wait till the judgement day! There seems to be a whole lot of arseholes in cars following me around in Mackay that was just one incident there was quite a few others. The stupids. In fact, I think they're doing a ”thing”, a misogynistic thing, as in misogynistic men who don't think women are capable of doing anything because they're stupid, so not capable of driving. My landlord came around before I left to go to Mackay – as the power to my unit had been switched off, he was talking about it and was behaving very strangely, (the power to my unit is in his shed, but he said ergon switched it off). He was also around about implying that he didn't want me to go to Mackay as he thinks that he would lose if I went to Mackay. So I had no idea what he was talking about, he was not making sense. I was set to go to Mackay that day, and unless he or anyone could give me a valid reason as to why I ought not to go – I would be going. So back to misogynistic; I have met my fair share of stupid women, I can assure you, but I've been driving all my life and I'm not one of those stupid women!! So how insulting are these people to suggest I can no longer drive? Extremely insulting. Actually, in fact I noticed they've been doing this game for quite some time; computer nerds started doing it, Microsoft? It's like it’s their most favourite game to play “how stupid are these women?” - They must love my blog talking about the stupid short blonde bimbo who steals from me. So as much as you would like it to be true stupid men, I'm perfectly capable of driving, and I could probably drive rings around you. Oh, I am also reminded re the blonde, as I have mentioned I have short blonde bimbo who plays class – she has “class issues”. She and her cohorts swap, replace or destroy items of quality, as it’s a passive aggressive attack against me, a form of discrimination: “you’re not worthy of good quality items” - they’ve been doing it my whole adult life, it started back in my 20’s I am pretty sure. A specific thing blonde bimbos do – maybe stemming from THEIR own inadequacies. At any rate I am also sick of blonde bimbos and their feelings of insecurities, and thus taking their frustrations out on me – GET YOUR OWN LIFE TOO. That blonde police officer at Gladstone court with long blonde curly hair – looked like Rachael Wainberg’s eldest sister, so not Cate the stalking thief landlord, but the one married to a lawyer, they live in Sydney. Looks like, but I do not think is?? And I want to say, I don’t think the mince was like really foul play like Woolworths do (they put sawdust in their mince – one lot I purchased turned a shade of grey after defrosting – like when you wet recycled paper it turns that same shade of grey. UNBELIEVABLE!!!), but still definitely dodgy, and it would’ve involved reducing the quality, because that’s the game the dogs do; “undeserved”. Sometimes they do the opposite – mmm paper thin shaved ham from some gourmet deli… 😁 Also, as I was writing about this incident after it happened, over a few days (I send emails to myself with drafts -a few, at least 2, emails were stolen). I find these negative situations are starting to cause trauma – it’s an abusive situation, and I need to deal with it. Later that night I googled “free councillor” – there are a whole heap now, but all by phone – so great; Telstra would just put me through to some arshole police – as per usual?? “oooooh tell us about how the police are stealing from you”……so I did not even try. I mean maybe they would put me through to normal person who then sees the situation (that happened once back in 1998, not sure how I came about speaking to a councillor, but I believe it backfired on the purps - a witness). The police ticket could also have been narcissist related, as in, “you only had 1 hand on the steering wheel, you should have had 2 – ticket her” – like an older lady driving a big Triton would be a MAJOR INTIMIDATION THREAT to pathetic little people – a total rewiring of the brain needed to absorb the concept of a woman in charge - ME. This type of thing can be a big issue, like in the UK, a young man killed his blonde girlfriend because over the course of their courtship he discovered she was smarter than him – he just could not deal with it - all his life he was raised to passively understand that a woman, especially blondes were "less than", and so, because his learnt thoughts were in conflict, he killed her. SAME type of thing here. And pervert trying to play God. Course it could be related to $200 cash depositing for 2nd hand blind sold, at post office (idiot) gov thinking I am not declaring income?? Or Steves water?? Or “fancy meat” for the mere unemployed {I think most people fail to realize just how much money you save if you don’t drink, or NEVER eat out – you can treat yourself to fancy meat every now and again - idiots}. Or car business at Mackay taking my money and not Sarina?? Or actually speeding!! Lol as if; I drive very carefully; it is other reckless people who I have to worry about when I drive}. I can only speculate, as there are so many reasons why I am being targeted and victimised by the police. So, writing this up, is cathartic. And after I had left and gone home, more or less just after been given the ticket: I had a whole heap of people follow me around on the Bruce Hwy there intown at Mackay (well, at least 2) – and I think all the way home too, it was not like a usual trip home, (there were no trucks hooning!!), and it was like they were a whole lot of lonely desperado people wanting to converse with me -it's so weird, like I really don't think I give off those vibes of “I invite you”, in fact I'm pretty sure it's the opposite, because I definitely do not want to be conversing to any of those desperado lonely people; I cannot help them, I have nothing to offer them, or nothing to give them, so why they hang around me is very odd. Someone said to me once, that being around me is kind of addictive, because of the “glasshouse” factor, they can see where they can insert themselves, and try to lord over me, and boss me around, they love coming up with ideas and suggestions for me to do. The ‘addictiveness’ blinds them to what they are really doing – the inappropriateness of it. Its almost like one minute having a butler, then the next minute not – like the benefit of a butler is equal to the benefit of having someone to control and feel superior over, so if that person suddenly does not “play” their game, they really feel it. No butler for you! People, little people, have been doing this for ages – power tripping. It's really annoying. And because I kick up a stink about it on my Blog, I now have even more people wanting to “help” me. Lol. Some people are helpful – for as many stupids as I encounter there is at least a 1:5 ration of “smarts” - which actually is a help, especially medically wise now in my old age. But for the most part, I have had a lot of little idiots trying to tell me what to do for many years. So, I think, the police have fallen victim to the ‘addictiveness’ – this stalking, harassing from neighbours and giving me 3 tickets – its all power tripping, police trying to lord over me. Same thing as all the little people. They are addicted! They really are starting to be a total nuisance. They're not smart at all. They should fuck off. It's the same reason why a woman ought not to marry a police officer, as if things go sour, or he turns into a bastard, they use their positions of power against the woman. I've seen this quite a few times in true story movie autobiographies. It's all very cliché, and it never ends well for the woman. So I mean I could just say don't marry a police officer, but I won't. Some women may enjoy the fight. I can imagine if a female police officer got together with one too, then their relation turned south, it would be some sort of competition and popularity contest of who could get the most friends in their department to play sides against one another. I imagine it would be unbearable. Anyway, I guess there are a lot of unbearable situations to imagine, but I certainly would have nothing to do with a police officer like I've mentioned before, same with school teachers - just stay away from me you total power tripping unequal sickos. Oh, I just remembered, a few weeks back there was this extremely dodgy woman messaging me on personal Messenger from Facebook, she said her name was Le Growin. She was telling me she wants some of my pink Cassia trees, she wanted me to put two aside for her for when she was going down to her mother, and then she wanted to pick up another 2 to take home to her place on her way back. I said sure, I put them aside for her, eventually she came here. But I gave her specific directions on how to get here, but instead, she went to the opposite of what I told her, and went to my next-door neighbours. I got the feeling that she did it deliberately to annoy me, for some weird reason. Like in this situation, if someone did the opposite of what I told them I would just think that they were stupid bimbo and had bad memory or was stupid dog rebellious. But I could see this woman was doing it deliberately to be manipulative. Whatever, all dogs are stupid. So, she took her plants and paid for them. But then she contacted me, and said she's not going to worry about the other two. And she said, got a flat tyre on my driveway. Now, this was after I had just decided that I should go to the tyre place and get one of my tyres replaced! I could tell, this woman was lying too, she was lying about a flat tyre. Whatever. I sold the other two plants to somebody else. So, I'm thinking the whole tyre theft at Mackay is related to that STUPID WOMAN who turned up at my house. I knew she was Dodgy liar - she is one of the STUPID cunts who stalk me - fucking cocky, "empowered to steal" women from Centrelink/ radio NEGS – friends of that woman Michelle? I went to look her up today and guess what her whole Dodgy profile is not listed on Facebook anymore, and the whole conversation has been deleted. That’s the useless-ness of Personal Messenger. She had grey blonde hair in a bob, not sure how old, 30-40-50? It's exactly like that's time at school when I won that race, I decided that I should win, and came up with a plan to do so. my plan at the time, really pissed off one teacher in particular, that I had come up with a plan, a plan to win. Same thing re tyre plan. Pervert women. Revolting people. Pond scum. And so not only did those STUPID cunts muck the whole tyre situation up with blond Bec from the Block, but they stole from me with the other tyres, and then got the stupid Mackay police to steal another $500. These stupid women need a bullet to their ear and I'm not joking about that. Stupid little police idiots at Mackay. Fuck you all. 20. white Toyota Hilux single cab that follows me around This is the white Toyota Hilux single cab that follows me around, a lot. I actually got a photo of it by chance when I was trying out the Mackay E scooters (which was a total disaster, if you see my review about it on YouTube), but also if you read my Hooning Farmer Police story, I'm fairly certain this is the person responsible for all those horrible things, I think it's female, never actually seen the driver, the windows are dark, I've only seen the car. She seems to be totally obsessed with me. I'm not certain but this car was parked at my neighbours, for months, it was part of the neighbours game of "Car"; they rotate their cars around the yard, park them in different spots - this one is parked directly facing my yard in a very prominent spot for months, this girl appears to be obsessed with me and has major mental health problems -that's what someone would with a mental health problem would do they would obsess about somebody else, and follow them around, it's completely unhealthy. So now that this particular car has been further brought into my consciousness, I'll be getting a plate number and sending it to politician, since the police are corrupt, and this person could actually be a police officer. 21. Another pair of secateurs stolen Feb 2026 There has been a big gap in the spate of secateurs that have been stolen from me. I've previously talked about how they would steal so many secateurs from me, that I bought a whole big box, in bulk, so I would never run out. But as soon as I did that - the stealing of secateurs stopped, which was quite bizarre. I thought I would have to sell my secateurs as I had so many. And I did sell quite a few at Gin Gin. Anyway, I had recently just got a brand-new pair out, {if you see anyone with these - THEY ARE MINE, as they stopped making this type about 15 years ago, navy Earthcore} because my other ones were rusty, and no longer worked. So, the new ones were stolen at night, when I returned from Mackay after getting harassed by the police there. I guess they could have been taken while I was at Mackay – but I heard a voice at about 12pm, a man’s voice, and earlier that day I was collecting seaweed of the beach for the garden (I also eat it), and the guy who runs down at Sarina Beach every morning, he had come up to me and asked me what I was doing, I said I was collecting seaweed for the garden. That was pretty much the end of the conversation, except he left the beach then, as usually he runs every morning for about two hours - so that was odd that he left. Anyway, I heard this voice later that night and it sounded like his? He could've followed me up to my address? if it was him: what a loser. If it wasn't him, apologies for thinking that it was. I mean it was more likely to be related to the dragon fruit situation at Mackay; this is very typical of stupid little thieving people: so, I have never had white dragon fruit, and I wanted to try it. So, some woman by the name of Adrianna Leahy in Hilda Crt North Mackay happen to post a post on Facebook marketplace with dragon fruit $3 – in the PM message she said I could have 2 for $3. But when I went there, Adrianna Leahy was not there, instead was an older man (her either father or a partner, or brother??). He came out and said yes he has the 2 dragon fruit, and I could have them for free – yes, that’s what he said. Free. I said are you sure?? He said YES. He said I could have them for free. Free. F-R-E-E. (I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT North Mackay is a fair distance from Mackay, but was on the way to Slade Point – this is related to my police ticket, as both Adrianna Leahy and the shelves guy at Slade Point, Robert Naismith, from fakebook market place are associated with the police- after a quick google search on both people (later, I discovered). So now, criminals targeting me and police targeting me. Anyway, so I wasn't too keen on the flavour, it tasted kind of smoke, and it didn't have much of a flavour. It kind of ruined my watermelon juice, although I've discovered watermelon juice is not very nice either, watermelon is 50 times better whole. So, because those dragon fruit were given to me for free – either those people, or friends of those people, the police, have stolen my secateurs. I know retailers do this all the time on faulty returns. They are sore losers. So, I did announce on Facebook that I was doing a free delivery for plants on the 12th in Mackay – I think the police have seen that, and have come up with this plan to lure me over to Slade Point for ticket. Pretty sure this is what happened in this situation – and I am not being paranoid about it {unfortunatly -the police really are fucked}. So, I can definitely no longer do free deliveries to Mackay anymore due to the police. Which is a shame because I used that money to actually pay for the trip to Mackay, the fuel – as I have to go to Mackay to do car stuff, as the mechanics in Sarina are useless thieves. And people in Mackay actually purchase my plants - like no one in my local area purchases my plants, instead, they steal from me. Which means that I can't sell my plants any more, bummer. (Except on eBay where they have to pay extreme amounts of postage, and so hardly purchase anyway….). So, the people of Mackay miss out on all the native pink beauties. Although someone told me that those people who were purchasing my plants were actually the people who were stealing from me in one form or another – this did not make any sense to me - I don't really know why a thief would want to purchase my plants? Maybe they just wanted to see me? what I look like? Maybe they just wanted to go on their own little powertrip? who knows. They could have just been legit people selling stuff on Facebook marketplace – aaaaaalllll just a coincidence!!! a month later the secateurs were returned, but then stolen again the following day by some idiot sitting outside my house beeping. 22. 4 LARGE BUCKETS stolen out of backyard, Jan-Feb 2026 at Sarina Beach 2 Silicone Buckets: 1 black and 1 grey silicone buckets Pls 2 food grade 20L buckets – all 4 stolen over the summer 2025/26 Whoever stolen them is clearly a bimbo, as they are $4 BRANDNEW from Kmart- with free delivery (delivery if you are anyone but me or don't live in the Mackay area? - delivery is too hard for Kmart in this area, -or they are just discriminating against me personally - like a BIG DISCRIMINATOR, same as the stupid woman who stole my buckets). ha! I'm still here. So, no need for prowling around the garden, you can get them delivered! Plus you will not have me, cursing you to get cancer and die for stealing from me. Seems a preeetty obvious choice…… Oh, and last year 1 large square blue bucket was stolen – that was the bucket given to me by the inebriated girl at Sarina units, who moved back up to Magnetic Island. Or wait, maybe it was the guy next door to her who moved to Armstrong Beach, the truck driver from Gunnedah?? Well, it was one of them, when they were moving, they were off loading stuff – maybe Indian Giving? Or, as that bucket was FREE free to me, a gift – dogs can’t stand it when that happens. It drives them mad! Ha ha – it’s free it’s free! Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha ha!!!!!!! 28. Temu stealing by deliberate FALSELY ADVERTISED product so customer refunds – then they steal from me to compensate their pretend loss Man, this company are a bunch of thieves, worst, even worse than Australian Kmart thieves Look what they sent me compared to what the photo shows!!! COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PRODUCT– such thieves. So, I put in for a return to Temu on their FALSELY ADVERTISED product, they refunded me and said keep the item. So, GRAPHIC DESIGNERS stealing incahoots with Temu 3 items take this week April 2026 by trashy facebook people This week, all these items have been stolen; Canister of wool fat, {but after I kicked up a big stink about this, it was returned, but when they returned it, they emptied that green bottle, it had essential oil in it, it was just under half full – this is a typical way they steal, and I had just created a weekly reminder in outlook: “green bottle on sore knees”. So PC perverts stealing from me. Microsoft. They also stole my secateurs, this is a 2nd pair that have been stolen from outside the house in 2 mnths. They were stolen by trashy people who own the Sarina Caravan park, with my neighbours who proceeded to hoon around on their motor bike when I was about to see them stolen (another $40) – they are still honing outside my house right now as they wait for me to type this up – they are LOOSERS and little idiots from facebook in Sarina - probably the local high school - child related. Apparently 2 items were stolen, I am not sure what the other was, probably a flowering purslane plant. 1 of 4 coffee mugs 405mm Fine Bone China Serenity Rose STOLEN 2026 May I THINK after i posted this, they stole another one, but the smaller cup - that was around August 2026 Then the following month September 2026: 2 rare petunias dug up and stolen from inside shade house by ALL my neighbours last night, Sunday 13th September - but especially ones at 12 Herta lane; they were laughing when I went out to shade house 7am this morning and discovered them gone. A girls laugh, but they have 2 teenage boys and a mother, so maybe an app sound. Bitch behaviour by boys who have a weak and pathetic father. I had just planted them the evening before around 5pm – rare cerise purple petunias, the only 2 seedlings that survived from my saved seeds. I had been carefully nurturing them for the past few weeks. And when I was in my shade house around 5pm yesterday, all my neighbours were making noises. Odd noises. A hoon car drove past my house around 8pm – 11pm and beeped – this is what THEY ALWAYS DO WHEN SOMEONE STEALS FROM ME; Beep in car hooning by. So, it must have been taken then. I think the dogs at Seed seller may be involved, as they sent me new petunia seed that did not germinate; kids there. But all the dogs on social media were about last night someone put blondy add on Pinterest, fb sent me email to get me to click on them…. All stupids vying for my attention. And a child would have stolen it, as my shade house has access problems, major stooping is necessary. Could be the child who turned up here from facebook a few weeks back, little 9 year old girl with mental problems who sells impatiens on facebook. Stop sending me your retarded children – ongoing problem for many years now; You fucked them up you look after them. That’s the deal. Has nothing to do with me. The petunia above is the mother plant, so It's unusual colour, no one around here has them because I got the seeds from a different country (Poland). Plus, you can't get Petunias up here. So, drones, get out there; if you see this flower in a few weeks’ time you'll know it's mine: go and get it back, and severely punished the person who's growing it. 29. Theft in Nursery Industry - Medinilla myriantha - Malaysian Orchid 2026 MAN, I am getting sick of Australian women in the horticulture industry STEALING in this manner: DUD flower colour from falsely advertised plant label at KIRISIT MACKAY NURSERY Medinilla myriantha - Malaysian Orchid Not pink, but white with pink sepals. Completely different colour from photo label - thieves in horticulture industry working at that nursery. Deliberate theft based on discrimination. In retrospect I heard them conspiring, some blonde woman. {When I was at that nursey some young girl also stole something out of my car while I was parked out front}. I do NOT recommend that nursery. {It was $18.90 btw} Think I'm being pedantic? Think again! If you work in the horticulture industry, a flower colour can determine whether your whole seasons worth of stock sells out, or just sits there. Flower colour is of UTMOST importance. I can see from the label, which has been home-made, they have got a photo of a different plant and stuck it on this plant - it is 100% deception. {Maybe they did it deliberatley so when I post photos of flowers online, in this group, no one would want it, so no one would steal it from me -as if it were the pink, the bimbo girls in this community would simply steal it from my house…..! lol - - they didn’t, it was sabotage out of spite by stupid blonde, who has finally come to the realization that I am right – poor little thing, then gets angry, blames me for her stupidity, and steals from me}. APO did the same thing with 3 Bottlebrushes – women stealing out of stupidity. Little girls. Well, if you read my blog, you know what I would do if I caught you red handed. Also I believe this is the reason why APO {Australian plants Online} don't sell more natives; it's because people in Australia seem to fuck everything up. I don't know why they can't act professional and responsible like overseas horticulture industry people do? It's just easier for APO to source plants from abroad rather than within Australia because there are so many bloody stupid Blonde women operating out of spite. Also, I posted this as a comment on the Kirisit FB page, but FB hid it, then Kirisit blocked me – that’s what thieves do. 30. Mole experiment by bad skin specialist? It's a bit hard to see from my two photos above, but I'm trying to show the difference between 2 different techniques that were used by the same "skin specialist", on 2 moles removed at the same time. I feel like he was doing a little experiment for himself and hadn't bothered to read up any medical information, because mole removal is not a new or experimental technique…. The mole on the left is on my knee, and you can hardly see it now, actually it's just kind of a little red spot, it's not raised anymore, the mole that was removed was quite large, about 1cm in diameter and raised, a white raised lump that would often turn red and get itchy, which is why I had it removed, it was a nuisance for seemingly no reason. However, the mole on my chest (photo on the right), was only half the size of the knee one, completely different, it was brown, only slightly raised mole, but it had recently changed, before it was just a large freckle. It is suggested by the “skin experts” that you remove them if they change, change shape and colour that is. I'm thinking in retrospect I should not have had it removed?? Because of my experience with this skin specialist at Sarina, as far as I am concerned, they do not know enough about them, or have any instinct for healing. {He must have quit his day job}. So, for the mole on my chest, after he removed it, he burnt the whole area. It did not make sense why he was doing it at the time either, except he told me that it would reduce chance of a scar. So that theory is completely wrong. Actually, before he said what he was doing, I thought he must be burning it to make sure all of the area he had cut out, the bad area, the bad cells, were fully removed? I mean I'm not sure if he really was doing that and just didn't say (in typical non communicative Australian manner), or was just further inflicting pain (also in typical Australian arshole manner, and something I have had a fair amount of experience with involving so called medical experts. Also this Dr kept me waiting ½ hr when he no patients, and the neighbours kids were watching in pervert manner, and they copied that Dr’s disrespect later involving animal cruelty – another story on my Blog). So I was left to think that possibly he is an idiot, or maybe he actually knows what he's doing with the burning?? I am not a mole expert. When he was burning it, it was painful, after the aesthetic wore off, it was extremely painful. A burn injury. He had no advise of how to treat a burn injury either. It took ages to heal, and 12mnths later, has still not healed fully. It still causes me pain; it seems to have affected the fascia across the chest. It feels like the removal was too deep for my delicate chest? After he removed the mole on my knee, he just left it, he didn't burn that one. It's healed much better. 12 mnths later it appears to be still disappearing further, still healing. So, incase they were doing an “experiment” – it’s a a big fat NO to burning after a mole removal. Der fred. You'll have to decide for Yourselves if he’s an idiot or not.

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Life Stories P20 1. The Scent of a Garden Oooh - so important in a garden design . Even though I favour pink native flowering plants, I made a concerted effort to choose fragrant plants too. I grew no less than 5 Murrayas; all spaced around the yard, so no matter what direction the wind was blowing, I would be able to smell the strongly scented flowers! J {Murraya paniculata – Orange Jessamine}. Then I put 4 strongly scented vines around the veranda {Jasminum polyanthum - White Jasmine, and Trachelospermum jasminoides – Star Jasmine, and, Trachelospermum asiaticum - Japanese Star Jasmine, and Jasminum azoricum - Lemon-scented Jasmine}. Plus, one of the reasons I chose to put a dozen Eucalyptus citriodoras around the perimeter, {Lemon Scented Gum} was for the scent of them when it rains – just divine as the high lemony oils are released in the Gunnedah extreme heat and rain. Those were the main contenders for strong fragrance in my dry climate garden, I did try a Daphne on the veranda, apparently, they have a lovely fragrance, however my Daphne just sat on the veranda for 10 years doing nothing, not a single flower nor new stem, nor branch!! {What kind of plant just sits there and does nothing for 10 years!! lol}. Course the 4 Orange trees, 3 Lemons trees, Lime and Kaffir Lime, all have a wonderful fragrance too when they flower, for their brief moment - very similar to the Murraya scent. I miss my garden. Although at my new one in QLD, I have Jackfruit – and, omg, unbelievable scent. Unbeatable! And for weeks. I am in the process of propagating so as to put 1 in front, where the wind blows from mostly. When I was young, before I started gardening. I discovered 3 perfumes that I really liked; Red, then Red Door. After I left the city and moved on to the farm, I no longer bothered with perfume. I did however, get into essential oils and their healing properties, and was delighted by the scents of the oils. I keep a mix of oil and alcohol to use as a perfume, (in a little spray atomizer){after I wrote this, guess what, it was stolen (Dr’s receptionists related) }. I favour Geranium, Orange or Lime or Grapefruit… actually so many, and different combos. Recently shopping, I saw 2 of my old favorite perfumes on special, so I thought I should again get the Red and the Red Door. OMG how disgusting they were! I’m not sure whether I’ve just acclimatized to the natural scents of the essential oils, or they have changed those perfumes, but yuk, so fake and artificial! And I distinctly remember the Red Door having a wormwood type smell, but the Red Door that I purchased in 2023, didn’t resemble anything to wormwood, so it’s probably both. 2. Witch Hunt (and Bush Turkey smashing my mirror with its reflection attacks) I think I need to do a whole new story for this situation. It was an incident that sums up most of my adult life, and the problems that I have in Australia - big problems that are out of my control, and (underneath it all) have nothing to do with me - I don't know any of the people involved -but there are a lot of other people involved. I suspect they are NEGS Girls, from an older year, the school I went to 30 years ago now, back in Armidale, NSW. I say out of my control – but the main reason why they are a problem, is because I am single, so they target me. A single lady problem. But I am not “picking up” for these cunts; {there is swearing and violent language in this one. Brace yourself Effie!} I did a brief review of the situation, as it happened in a Subway in Gunnedah; it is written in my list of 'ban' reviews on Google Maps. And the above top right photo shows a local Bush Turkey having fun with himself, smashing my mirror with its reflection attacks – somewhat appropriate for this story – and HEY, it’s not my fault most people are ‘BirdBrain’. GET OFF MY BACK (sidebar; my 4yr old sister was attacked by a turkey, it climbed on her back and scratched her all up). Perhaps the whole family suffers from ‘turkey attacks!”. By the way, I don't really care if you're BirdBrain. It's just I've noticed most perpetrators are birdbrain. But, it doesn't have to be that way; BirdBrainers have a choice, like everybody else. Back in 2016 or so, I decided that I would try the new subway in Gunnedah after it opened. I went in there, patiently waited my turn, and placed my order. As I was waiting, I noted there were two women next to me who were mildly harassing me; they were behaving very strangely, (quite typical at that point, all in a day’s outing….) but also there was what sounded like two youngish girls on the overhead radio that was blaring in the shop, who also were sounding a little strange, and seemingly being nasty - dogs on my back. As the lady behind the counter was making my sub, I could see her doing it, so I told her in a friendly voice that it looked delicious. And in that moment EVERYTHING changed; the two dogs who were beside me suddenly left (they did not take an order with them), and the dogs on the radio suddenly stopped talking/harassing in tyrannical dog style, and music started to play. Now, I don't know if you can see what happened from my explanation, but there was definitely something going on in this shop involving me being bullied, until I spoke in a friendly manner to the shop girl. But, I mean I ALWAYS speak in a friendly manner to the shop girl. This is just an example of antagonistic factious bullies trying to make me into a villain, and trying to justify what they're doing, by following me and harassing me, is the right thing to do, as "I am a baddie". So, they tell themselves, that by their presence (by their fabulous presence), I will now "behave" – such an ego! This kind of bullying, happens all the time, for years and years. And I'm fairly certain, to the extent that someone (Someone who organises those bully dogs, I suspect stupid cunts at centerlink) sent a girl to spy on me in class even, when I went down to Melbourne to RMIT, she said she was from Gunnedah but I'm pretty sure she was not. STUPID CUNTS ON MY BACK ALL THE TIME. What the fuck? No wonder I don’t do anything, I can’t due to cunt dogs trying to keep me on some sort of verbal leash. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?? Those 2 women deserve a bullet to their ears. And the incident on the Wildcat last year, when I went out on my snorkelling day trip, with the 3 Ibuprofen tablets that were stolen from my new ibuprofen tab. Do they think they are being funny? Would they steal be laughing thinking stealing from me is a cute little joke if I smashed some stupid girls head in?? still laughing then?? And many many such other encounters, just the same. I have bully female dogs who follow me everywhere I go, and they make a point of stating "WE ARE WATCHING YOU". Like some sort of deranged lunatic cunt big sister – a cult of fake cunt big bad sisters. Someone implied to me one day (as not everyone who walks around the street are as blind as bats, and don't notice what's going on right in front of their noses….), I guess it was someone who was observant, implied that it was like watching a witch hunt. And I can assure you that's what it feels like, when I have dogs following me, and harassing me wherever I go in this manner - I can't actually do anything or go anywhere without it being majorly unpleasant. All of the time…. And now in QLD, the police are involved (the stupid female police), and are fining me, making sure I do not sell my 2nd hand stuff or plants on Facebook aswell as drive to Mackay. They have been stalking me for the last 2 years every time I drive anywhere. Condescending and stupid cunts. I hope those dogs get their comeuppance, and I hope they burn in hell. Burn in hell you stupid bullies – {and look what you have done, created this whole DIM view of women}. (One woman told me recently that; the Black Plague was a direct revenge from God, for burning women at the stake). Burning women at the stake - can you actually comprehend how anyone could do that? At least they have evolved a little bit from doing that, to now only verbal harassment and theft. I guess I am still ‘before my time’. You know back in 2020, when I was falsely imprisoned for those 7 days in Bundaberg, by stupid Sharon Morgan, I didn't really talk about all the MANY instances, where I have been followed and harassed. I did mention it once briefly, vaguely, to Dr Alex and I was immediately shut down with statements of "Only crazy people think they're being followed and harassed." Lol!!! SO CLUELESS you stoopid little boy. So, this is my biggest 'fuel', at the moment against mental health workers, and why mental health workers are so STUPID - they have absolutely no understanding of this type of female dog behaviour that goes on in the community, by the powers that be. Or want to pretend (for some bizarre reason) that it does not happen. And a lot of people are involved, in the "witch hunt", it's not just like a little secret sect of people who are harassing me. Many many many people, many other women, dog women, are involved in this harassment and torture. Someone implied, he did this deliberately in order for me to write about, and pay attention to what's happening to me, because they are all aware that I get harassed and followed in this manner, and they think it's going to do major psychological damage if I don't do something about it. I am not sure if he knew. Infact NO, this was not the case, he really thinks his job is legit! I’m thinking more like stoopid, as they there, are really only interested in putting people on medication and making money from medication. On my release day he signed me “the finger” sitting across from me – as I was right, he was wrong, so he did not like it, he was pissed off. NOT CRAZY. It’s really true (idiot). {I piss off a lot of people in this manner – by simply doing nothing}. That institution in Bundaberg ought to be closed down, all Doctors involved should be sent home, and should certainly not be given any money, or be paid in anyway, EVER - they are pathetically hopeless. And I know this would be the same with many other "Psychiatrist, Doctors and Mental Health workers, all across the world, not just in Australia; So clueless it's absurd, and I feel like I'm surrounded by morons. Anyway, I have kind of written on my blog about how I'm dealing with them, and using my blog as a cathartic way to deal with these persecutors, and thus exposing them, when nobody wants to believe that it's true. Narcissists. So now, - as these persecutors really don’t want the public to know what they do, the “witch hunt” - they are way less obvious now, compared to the past - but they still persist. I can assure you, on a daily basis, I am still harassed. Hey Subway, turn your goddam radio off – I don’t want to hear the stupid bully dog cunts on it trying to play Simon Says. Oh, you can hear me TOO FUCKING BAD YOU STUPID NON THINKING DOGS 3. 4 Common Bully Tactics I was warned by older women, many years ago now, “you are NOT allowed to talk about this subject – otherwise the American boofhead press will tear you apart and put you in the loony bin”. Well, maybe they could foresee the future, because BEFORE I started talking, they tried to put me in the loony bin. I guess they could see where things were headed. My cunt intended destiny. Well, too bad American boofheads, I’m talking about it, as it is a HUGE problem for me in my life, in regards with certain other personality types, female especially. I do wonder why it is such a secret. Very odd. {They constantly try to tear me apart}. 2023, whenever I go outside my unit into my car port, the woman who moved in next door, starts to pretend phone call me – she is a bored bully. She mainly does “commentating”; so, if I go to do washing, I can hear her literally talking to herself “Now she’s going to do some washing”. -OH NO, NOTHING ANNOYING ABOUT THAT AT ALL. She is a ‘mirror reflector’. And I want to just add to that “commentating”, this is what I’m talking about when I mean ‘fake phone bullying’, or ‘pretend phone call me’, because some of them do that “commentating”, as if they were speaking to someone else, or me, on the phone. Only they’re not actually speaking to somebody else, they’re “commentating” about what I am doing. But they don’t want to appear as if they are crazy and talking to themselves, so they hold up a phone (!) News flash – they are crazy! This happens a lot to me, I have done a few photo stories about it, The Phone Bimbos or something…..really annoying. The wind here blows South to North, whenever the other neighbors cook outside, I can smell it, but if I am cooking – they would not be able to smell it, only my neighbour on the other side (Danielle, she said, her name was, would be able to smell anything from my carport – I had no complaints from her about anything. But the other neighbors, I suspect were the ones stealing from me at Colosseum, I recognized the girl, very short, curly hair, literally looks like a little girl, prob in late 30’s. So, one day, amongst strange reflection sounds, I believe she was having a go at Oprah - because Oprah, some years ago now, mentioned on one of her shows, that; if there's a girl who smells, then it's okay to bully her. It was quite irresponsible of Oprah, and nonthinking. I suspect possible female puppetry going on here. It was one of those unfortunate situations on air, that didn't have enough thought put into it, and I’m sure, if, she even remembers back to it, (I doubt she does, given the nature of how puppeteer’s work), but she would regret saying it; and would most likely have meant to say “it is ok, to say something to someone who smells – discreetly, politely with respect, so the girl can rectify the situation. IT IS CERTAINLY NOT OK TO BULLY ANYONE UNDER ANY CIRMCUSTANCES. So weird that most people don’t get that. Why do I have to spell everything out. But so, this couple next door, smoked, and STANK – really offensive. Maybe she wanted me to say something to her about it with her weird reflections??? She said her name was Jackie, the car above is what she drives, and number plate 049hd6. Go get her dogs – oh wait, they’re too busy being narcissists. She ought to have a mortgage, it’s strange they are living here anyway, it’s like they are taking someone else’s spot. This really is a low maintenance small unit for older singles. Placed here re the thefts? I requested to the landlord that a full partition be built to replace the ‘part’ partition between our carports. They ignored my request, and have started the ball rolling for Notice to Remedy Breach. {Which means termination of lease can be issued}. Ironically it is me who ought to be issuing them with a Notice to Remedy Breach, and so I did, they had to replace the septic system out back – but I still had to leave. But the area of femine hygiene and general cleanliness, is a big area that bully’s love – it is their favourite game; accusing another woman of being “unclean”, especially 2 woman targeting 1 on her own – I have seen things you would not believe possible from women – they are truly evil – I have even seen a woman trying to have a go at my “housework” on Facebook from a photo I uploaded of a glass jar! - her name was female; it may have been fake, really a male?? Who knows. I have had problems with police stalking me. Lisa Lynch? From Builyan? Messed up little girl. So maybe police on facebook – starting to think it is later. But it is a standard cliché form of attack. Same with “unemployment” attacks, or “crazy” attacks, and dog wannabe herding attacks. A cliché list of 4 bully antics – maybe they should teach about these people in school – bully attacks, and NOT personal attack? As in, I am not phased by such people, they are merely stupid bully dogs who had CRAP parents. But I believe other people, especially teenagers, may take these attacks personally and be very upset by them, when really there is no need, it is just Human Scum 101. They are like litters – polluting the planet. Btw, on the whole, huge fan of Oprah, she was a positive force in family relationships and greater collective consciousness stuff. Not that I watched that show much back when it was on, but the few times I did, that was my impression of her – all good, possibly only falling victim to product placement adds! (I just bought a robot vacuum!) I recall my last landlord, Cate Rogers (Wainberg 2nd born), “fake phoning me” it had something to do with some guy/ Apple related messenger call? It was a little difficult to understand as she was not actually talking to me, obviously, but – she later stole my left over 1L of pink paint; as I had been painting my dresser at the time, when she messaged me, OUTSIDE, on my veranda with Netflix on in background. It seems to be related: fake phone people, and thefts – dogs steal from me. I do not watch Netflix any more – they steal from me in such manner, all the time, that industry is disgusting. They would steal from their mother. And stop trying to blame my siblings for your thefts! So I suspect a lot of thefts are related to tyrannical nazi, wanting to “teach me a lesson”, or punish me for some such reason. The same week I had: frozen chicken breast stolen out of freezer, {about 12 have been taken now}, my mini pink lotus plant stolen, and a red cherry shrimp. My good Pima cotton seeds taken, floss, 2 Rose Cups swapped out (coffee cup retailer Di Sandron related– idiotic thief – don’t blame me for your lack of communication you stupid bimbo). Plus my brown gradient reading glasses, and my black with purple arm reading glasses were stolen. These may all have been stolen by some stupid narcissist coming up with absurd reasons, like well, you went out but did not wash your hair? - as punishment for going outside to car port in the MORNING before showering even(?) THEY ARE DISGUSTING. (later told that was bored old men doing that). I recall a situation at Gin Gin, some woman, who I kind of recognized but could not place her, was at the beach, she was behaving a little oddly actually, like she wanted me to see her have a shower at the beach shower station. Very odd. I thought at the time she must be some peacock from the television industry, an actress from some show. But now, I think it was Lisa Lynch. The police woman from Builyan, ? WHAT A NUTTER. I think the police are trying to inflict psychological torment so I do actually go crazy! I believe the term is gas lighting. It’s like I can see bullies trying to save themselves, by stating “we bully her because she smells” – she deserves being bullied. WELL actually, NO, I do not smell, thanks very much. Good thing I had a healthy child hood – you sure as hell need it, living in Australia amongst all the messed-up people. I know there are certain vermin who deliberatley try to humiliate a woman via smells, a big humiliation unspoken thing. {Wesdale convenience store – you will be burning in hell}. You know I think those people see me as a single woman, so that is someone desirable, and so try to start a little cat and mouse game; it's like they have no idea that they are vermin! You don't get to say, in any aspect of my life – comprehende? I noted they specifically steal Woolworths food items that had been on special “you’re not special at all”}. Typical old man attitude. Also, about the thieving I was so fed up with losing my frozen chicken breasts, and not having enough to feed my cat, that I decided to make a YouTube video about it, especially since the police don't do anything about it, plus don't even believe me. (Although I did mention that to someone in council, and she said to contact local MP about the police, because they ought to be doing something about it, and disbelieving someone who puts in a complaint of theft, is just PLAIN BULLYING Bully police.) So, while making my YouTube video, I was going to show the front fly screen door locked, and say, - “see, locked, so how are they getting in?” While I was saying that, I was just fiddling around with the lock, and after continued attempts at turning it clockwise; lo and behold it just opened for me - so that's how they were doing it, getting inside my unit while I sleep. YUK. It would've been broken the whole 2yrs I've been here, and this explains so many items that have been stolen, and also some odd things that have happened when I wake up in the morning, like objects moved. I suspect Jackie has got something to do with it because since they arrived, I've had heaps more food stolen, and plus the piece of jewellery that was stolen at Colosseum, turned up on my floor one morning. I feel some female thieves later hang around me, as they realized they have mucked up, and yell out sorry – really annoying and more harassment. Ask God to forgive you, because I am not going to, you stupid little thieving girls. How could you be so stupid to think that I would? How arrogant are you? I have stress related reasons. I have to write this Blog! This reminds me of the Centrelink dogs who went and got bullies from my past, and put them in as my fake ‘jobs provider’. I feel this along the same kind of lines; like somebody has gotten those thieves who lived at Colosseum. Stop breeding multiples you bimbo mothers. I'm pretty sure the guy who put the new lock on my door, stole my list of freezer food, that was magnated on my fridge. Weird. I had started to keep track of all the food that goes into my freezer. (Do I still have to keep track of all the banality in life?) I've talked about this numerous times on my blog, how anyone who came to my place, would inevitably steal something. They did it at Rangari, they did it at Builyan, and now they're doing it here. This thievery is UNACCEPTABEL and certainly not trivial. It’s like stealing from me and harassing me when I leave my unit is about some persons dysfunction wanting other girls to stay in their own house? - or something like that? Weird. Some sort of political oppression? Also, they do not want anyone to travel anywhere ever, because of the petrol fumes being bad for the environment. So apparently if I do not go anywhere, no one else will go anywhere either, and the world will be saved! – STUPID DOGS. {Although like I have stated, I do have a large number of idiots in cars who follow me around wherever I go}. All of which actually has nothing to do with me. How many times can I say RACK OFF. (As I update this it is Easter, and there are no car hoons this evening WOW – they really get paid to carhoon around my house?) You see movies with women going through bad circumstances with their husband who has turned into a narcissist, and starts gaslighting her. I've seen several movies like it, true stories, and eventually, slowly but surely, she comes to the realisation that her husband is actually the enemy, and she needs to escape the marriage. And indeed, it can be life and death situation when she comes to this realisation and tries to escape. So, I mean, what the hell? I'm not married, I don't have anyone in my life - yet still, I get narcs trying to entangle me in their dysfunction. It's like all married women have finally got rid of all the stupid narcs, and so now all the narcs are loose on the street, and looking for ways to impact their dysfunction, so a single woman seems to be the perfect person for them. Well, those people ought to be careful, because when you deal with me, you get cured. Get it? No unhealthy people in my life thanks very much. (Hence why I have so many stupid bloody bimbo's apologising to me, literally dozens and dozens). 4. Mouldy Shoes, Mouldy Belt, Mouldy Table Tops, Mouldy Drawers, Mouldy Ceilings, Mouldy Cat Biscuits Getting a little tired of oppressive people trying to tell me to be grateful. You try permanently living in a motel room full of mould. One rainy night I woke feeling nauseous, there’s so much mould in the air it literally made me feel sick. My landlord put the rent up $40/per fortnight – not impressed. 1 yr later btw, less rain this year unlike the drought breaking rains last year, so way less mould, thankgoodness; I keep the ceiling fans on 24/7 in kitchen, under my futon, and on in sewing/storage room, this does the trick; air circulation. Really every dwelling needs cross air ventilation - crossways; North to South and East to West. This unit only has East to West, if that at all with small windows, but the wind usually blows North to South, hence mould. CROSSWAYS AIR VENTILATION 5. Re-occurring Dreams I think dreams are a little fascinating and mysterious, here are some of my dreams I remember – (like a sample grain of sand, from the vast amount I have had). I usually forget to write them down too, for the small few that I remember. 2019 Shopping with some girl who looks like that blonde girl from the block, yrs ago? I think I was dreaming about that girl, because I was watching YouTube that day, and an add came on about Rent2Buy on realestate.com, and the couple in it talking about the offer, looked like, (and so much so that I think it was), my little brother and that blonde girl!! (I think her name is Bec, later she was at Mackay tyre place?? My facial recognising skills are not very good, – but later that arvo, the police fined me $500 – I blame her. DO NOT SEND ME FAMOUS PEOPLE, THERE IS TOO MUCH JEALOUSY FROM THE POLICE!! 3 TICKETS so far, fake tickets! And they have threatened me with more, plus stole 4 of my good big gardening buckets. I will include that story here too, as it is a typical day out for me, involving multiple thefts – this is how they do it – sneaky, organized and business, government and tv industry are involved – all 3 conglomerates following me around obsessed – it’s like they are tied by a piece of string to my waist, and I am pulling them everywhere I go; Bec from the Block was at the tyre shop (I did not recognize her for another 3 days) – when I was there she ordered 4 new tyres for me, she was only there initially (they had a blonde look alike there the next week when I got the new tyres; they were all rude, at least 4 staff near waiting room, constantly calling each other and hanging up). Anyway, this tyre shop came up with a plan to steal from their customers – and they want me to write about it on my blog in an attempt to show off – I guess show off to the people at channel 9, and the ABC? Who knows. So how they do it: is tell me initially “oh that tyre (pointing to a tyre) is really bad, its going blow, you have to swap it with your spare – and we can’t let you leave today unless we swap it right now – its just too dangerous otherwise. (no doubt, spotted beforehand, even before I enter the shop?). So, I, thinking they are doing me a favour, say, sure go ahead; they swap it, putting the good spare on the 1 of the 4 car tyres. So, the following week when customer returns to have the 4 tyres swapped over, they take the good spare one off too, and then charge you the fee for taking it – (so they can give it to their friend who has same car). Total scam. But would only work if your spare tyre was a worthy enough tyre, in my case, guess it was – the one they swapped it for, later when I look at it, – is REALLY BAD – they sure as hec did NOT do me any favours – and if I had to use it – it may just blow straight away. So, it is THE prominent tyre business in Mackay who did this – normally I have no problems naming and shaming, but this tyre shop wants to boast about how they can steal – {they are mucked people}, and I certainly will not be involved in their thieving boastful scheme. Also, I went to a tyre shop before that one, who gave me a ridiculous quote, like he wanted me to go to the tyre shop down the road – a plot by all the tyre business in Mackay to steal from old ugly ladies? (No wonder last month, a whole heap of old ladies turned up at the electrics place, as I was leaving – as that business did not steal from me!! I guess it must be a common problem for young car mechanics to steal from old ugly women – most of them are all artholes. Bec from the Block had put something on her tooth, it was odd – and that day I was visiting the mucked hospital dentist in Mackay). A plot by tyre business and hospital and mucked police? Way to make me feel superior in everyway - you stupid little thieves - when you do shit like this, you give your power away. Morons. 30/07/2022 Glass house dreams – another one, this one I have a lot. Both sides of house all glass, can see neighbours, they can see me – it is horrible, a nightmare that I had to pretend was just a dream. I think Rove McManus was showing it to me, like a real estate agent! Also, David Heywood was there! 31/07/2022 – shopping mall dream again, shopping with 2 girls who wanted me to think about baubles? 2016 All week one week, back when I lived at Rangari, I was dreaming about being like a kangaroo and being able to go jumping with the kangaroos! And when I say jumping, I mean flying, because with every bound, a whole paddock would go by! It was the most extraordinary dream experience! I believe what prompted this dream was the installation of my pool, unfortunately one night I drew back the covers and there was a drowned young kangaroo, he had managed to jump in, and couldn’t get out. So, I lifted this heavy wet kangaroo out and I took it right round to the other side where I knew the kangaroos were and I showed them this dead kangaroo - I told them to stay away from the pool. (They didn’t seem too concerned about the whole thing). I put the dead kangaroo under a big old tree in the pine forest. But I didn’t have any more problems with kangaroos in the pool. Just those fascinating dreams. Btw, I was watching Netflix recently, years later, and the opening scene of this one movie, had a camera on their head; what seemed to be a giant person, - we could not actually see the person, just the view from camera on his forehead, and he was jumping from spot to spot, in open paddocks. My dream was just like that! Only faster, much. The guy in the camera, the giant, appeared to be out of breath, and a bit slow! 2017 Someone on Australian TV deliberately sends me snakes, so I dream about them – a dream pervert who is sick of looking at my cats. I do not like dreaming of snakes. 2001 I remember I started dreaming about driving my car and crashing, like I think I used to drive a lot in my dreams, but in 2001 or thereabouts, I started crashing the car, even when full of people, like major crash, as in, going off a cliff. I am not sure why this is – I have never crashed my car, ever, before then or since (I may have bumped the garage door once or twice, not to mention reversing into the tree on the driveway once). And I drive regularly during waking hours. It may have been a part of the 10yrs worth of dogs in my life – see below. Or, I did catch a virus or flue of some sort then from the neighbour high school teacher, maybe it is related to that – virus affecting brain, causing trauma in turn causing brain negativity?? Or possibly this is all the reality I can do in my dream, like I need a total break from thinking, from “driving” being incontrol all the time, too much! 2021 The little dogs are back and they give me cigarettes, I feel like this is been an ongoing dream every so often, since 2016. Read further about that in “Can't sit still 2017 at Rangari House Garden”. I think I have noticed about my dreams; the first 10 years of my adult life, I did not have any ‘dogs’ in my dreams (I refer to girls who hound me, and annoy the crap out of me, like steal from me, verbally harass me, and try to control me, as dogs){A deserved title.} So, I think they suddenly appeared in my dreams too, around about 2002, it’s like a happy person can last about 10 years of going through constant crap in life, before their dreams, and thus personality changes to be way more cynical. I recall at one point, when I was forced to attend job appointments with Cassandra Dunstan, around 2016 – my dreams at this time took a major dive, it was like constant dogs tormenting all night, it was REVOLTING, I would wake up frequently still seeing all these little bitches yelling at me, - with maybe Cassandra and her evil friends bullying me badly, crazy dreams – maybe her daughter is involved. She was possibly the young girl at Bundaberg “safetygirl” – she was bloody disrespectful. It was like then, I have literally, ‘walked through the valley of the dead’. They know not what they do. Asleep stupids. Unfortunatly I sometimes dream about stupid bitches at Centrelink too. When I am abruptly awoken, like a car door slam outside, I remember the dream - so awful – such cunts. 2022 - 2024 I’m remembering quite a few dreams atm, about having fun in my dreams, on my own, like swimming in a big ocean. I love swimming. Then suddenly every night I have these extra good dreams, (and, I think it’s about 4 o’clock every morning), an awful person comes along in my dream and destroys my fun, atm, it’s usually male, sometimes it’s 2 of them. They stare at me. So, then I wake up, annoyed, sometimes not even knowing why unless I have remembered the dream before the baddies. {Most of my fun dreams consisted of water related activities}. Every now and again for years: I also regularly dream about watching movies, it’s like I create a movie in my mind. Sometimes the scenario is so vivid, it’s like someone else has created it, and I am just merrily watching it as a viewer? Every now and again for years: Sometimes I feel like I’m being tricked in my sleep, a few times now: Like there is a deliberate noise outside to wake me up (once it happened and I am pretty sure I heard the words “wake her up now” as if talking to someone outside my bedroom window? – that was at Rangari), so I get awoken, and at that instant, I get an image, an image flashes into my mind, like still apart of dream state image – a surreal image, only I feel awake, I am awake. And I feel like the surreal image is the distraction, a distraction to stop me from remembering what I was dreaming about. Like an evil person is sending me an image. I get a strong feeling that there is something else that I just missed, and I can’t remember what it was, due to the distraction. it was bad and something that should be remembered. 2022 Negative Nancy dreams, at Sarina, at one point, I was dreaming about mass killings and wars; I was advised I was having these dreams because of my next-door neighbour old man. Can’t remember his name now, could have been Nev aswell- 2 Nev’s there? I mentioned on my blog I was having problems from this old man who lives a few units down from me at Sarina, and I've never spoken to him but he seemed to have a total grudge against me, it was him that pushed the big fire ladder on my car, I think he smashed my tail light too, and he sometimes just lurks about at Nev's, my other old man neighbour, like wanting to know what I was up to, like a pervert, trying to eavesdrop through the carport semi walls. Anyway, around this time when he was lurking about, I was having these awful dreams, that were like war dreams, and mass killings, really gruesome, vivid, violent brutality; I'd wake up absolutely disgusted. So, I was advised, by little birdy, it was because of that old man; he's been to war, and so that's what his dreams consist of now, all the time, and that's how his mind works during the day too, which is why he has a grudge against me, an automatic “war hate”. He's been psychologically ruined because he chose to go to war back in the day. Stupid old men using me to occupy their thoughts. Fuck off. FUCK OFF. F-U-C-K O-F-F. Brain washed idiot, I guess. The government is not your friend. Part of me wants to say it ‘serves him right. What did he expect if you go and murder people – MURDERER’. And stay the fuck out of my life, you’re sure as hell not welcome in it. No war dreams for me thanks very much. It was around that time, when I wrote my ‘ways to get rid of pricks’. Perfect example. So, this is what happens to you if you go to war; you have lifetime scars of hate, filled with hate because you went to war - and you infect everyone around you, for the rest of your life. One of the best purchases I have ever made, was my beautiful pink shaggy rag. At that unit, it got mould on it where it was stored under my futon. So one day I cleaned it, had it on the Ute shampooing and lathering it up, I got it super clean, as there was no sun there, I had to drive the Ute out to the top of the car park area and leave it dangling over the ute bar all day to dry, two days it took. And on both days when I went up to get it in the evening, a big tuft had been pulled out, right at eye sight level, I suspect it was this old man, vandalizing the “pink” due to his hate personality. His mother was probably to blame too. It’s always the mothers fault. 6.Ridiculous Rent Prices 2022 I have been looking on domain.com and realestate.com, at rentals. I am AMAZED by what is on offer. Talk to anyone, they will tell you there’s nothing available, and what they really mean by that, is that there is nothing affordable available. These 6 houses that I have shown above, (removed due to size problems, but you can see it here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/yBUzKtsqe6jXLPk96 ), are the average price of where an, anywhere near half decent house/unit begins, and what I would want, the kind of standard living situation appropriate for a single lady in her late 40’s - around the $420 per week mark, nothing flash, just clean normal sized rooms, standard garden/garage. Now this price range, is WAY OUT of my budget, I couldn’t afford this even if I scrimped and starved each week, it is considerably more than my weekly income. So, the housing under this $420 mark, is very limited, there’s hardly any listings at all. But there are many in the $400 and $500 range. Now I am curious, because, just who are the naive people that are paying these $400 and $500 rent prices? Because if you see this listing on the left, it is a “Rent to Own” house, these houses have been around for a while, this particular one doesn’t have the weekly repayment price shown on the listing, but last month they did, and it was $300. So, for $300 a week {which by the way is unfortunatly still out of my price range}, after X number of years they will end up owning it. It just seems ludicrous paying any more than $300 a week in rent, when they have this offer, especially. I mean unless it’s in the short-term situation, say for an emergency purposes, I mean people‘s needs are wide and varied, but for an average person wanting somewhere to live paying rent prices of above $300 into somebody else’s pocket is LUDACRIS. Either Rent to Own, or get a mortgage, and pay the same weekly repayments. I know I’m not the only one that thinks so, hence the shortage of rentals between $150 and $250 per week. {I spoke to a broker who could offer me a 20-year home loan, on a $100,000 2-bedroom unit for $110 weekly repayments, that is 65% cheaper than the cheapest rental option I could find, and currently pay.} But the CBA bank rejected my home loan application. The local Sarina Auswide Bank, never even bothered to respond. I am still waiting on a 3rd response from a seemingly non-bank business – that one could be a false-hope thing that IT nerds and Telstra do? Still waiting. Still waiting. Still waiting. Infact more about “false-hope thing”, as it seems to happen a lot, in all other areas. It seems to be a ‘fun game’ for retarded antagonist (people whose parent/s was a drunk), bored power-trippers do it “We got you We got you!” “We tricked you We tricked you!” I personally do not see the amusement (even if it were in regards, to someone else). A lie is a lie. Mere pathetic LIARS. Also, by the way I noticed there is student accommodation listed, and I don’t know if anyone knows what Austudy allowance is (now called Youth Allowance), but the housing prices listed for student accommodation, were more than what the Austudy income is! What the hell – do they suddenly not have any common sense? Outrages prices at the moment. I noted also, a suburb way out in remote Australia, has for some years always been relative cheap, but not anymore. Rents have skyrocketed out there, but the quality of the housing hasn’t changed – still old and crap. Plus, I can see from the streets, from the gardens, the front yards in google maps, that no one in that town has any pride whatsoever. I saw in the description of 1 such house up for rent now at ludacris rent price “we won’t consider any application unless your income is XX” – XX being three times the price of the ludacris rent. I was outraged by that, simply outraged. It’s like those rental girls acknowledge the fact that their town is somewhat lacking in style and substance, so their plan to remedy that, is to try to get rich people, in to their crappy little houses, so they can spend money in their crappy town, to try and improve it. Absurd. Real Estates are disgraceful. I should be happy not to live in crap town. I see in Dec 2023; the federal government is finally recognising the dire rental situation and is attempting to do something about it by halving immigration applicants for next year. Have they seen Pendle Hill and the Sydney Western Suburbs out their – shanty town now. So I would say 20 years too late to be trying to rectify the problem. 7. Natural Swim Pond Goal I have to include an image of this on my blog, because it has been a long term dream of mine to have a swim pond. I do realise I definitely cannot have one of these unless I am a homeowner. It would be a solid structure that cannot be moved. So, unfortunately, I don’t believe it will ever come to fruition, no matter how much conjuring I can manage. If the bank says no, it’s no - they have managed to be the masters of ‘Simon Says’. (For all those nazi people who want to play ‘Simon Says’, why don’t you get a job at the bank). I do find it a little strange in Australia of how many people have the traditional chlorine or salt pools, and have not put in a natural swim pond. I guess they think it would be too high maintenance, but I mean, that’s the fun of it, as well as being able to swim, fun work, so to speak. And, someone told me it is the opposite, low maintenance if you have a wetland or bog filter. Apparently, you need 2/3 of the pool as planted area, and 1/3 as an open swimming area, so a lot of plants would be needed. There are some really beautiful aquatic plants. Having a really deep substrate, would help immensely with filtration. I know I’ve lived at many addresses in Australia, where one of these would be perfectly suitable and doable, but it would have to be hidden from the road, so jealous neighbours can’t go on the attack or sneak in for a fling dip. 8. Outdated Snobby Rules from the Banks - who do reward and punishment - sickoes The people that live at this house are the trashy disrespectful people that beep their car horn at 3 o’clock in the morning, aswell as at various other times, disturbing the whole neighbourhood. I don’t know anything about the people who live there, except there is only one house, but they seem to have people living, or coming and going from their shed to the left of the house too, who, are the trouble makers mainly. I thought, possibly it was owned by the same person who owns our units next door, because I saw the landlords son do some work in front of their house, but upon checking domain.com, I can see it is not, it was purchased outright in 2021 for $85,000 {and what a bargain, it is bigger than the photo shows}. By the way that’s exactly what I’m talking about; a home loan repayment at $85,000 would be around about $105 per week, that’s more than twice less the price of a cheaper rental such as mine, not even a house. So, you may think, one would have to be a lunatic to rent, when you can just OWN and pay MUCH cheaper payment per week. Plus, you wouldn’t have stress of dealing with rental agencies, evictions, and annoying landlords. But the bimbos at Commonwealth Bank would refuse to sell low-income people a home loan like this - unless they’re in permanent full-time employment. Which doesn’t make any sense, because people who are unemployed, will STILL have to live somewhere, and pay rent, but they are forced to pay double the amount, (if not triple if you want an actual nice house, - do you get it? The people who have the least amount of money in life, have to pay double or triple to live?). With CBA’s reason as to why they rejected my application, being that I, as not someone in fulltime employment, must be IRRESPONSIBLE. {This is discrimination). They do PUNISHMENTS – they are nazis. (They also want ‘victims’ to pay rents, to make home owners richer; reward, punishment – they are fully sick) So, they have no problems giving home loans to dirty peace disturbers like my neighbours, but refuse someone who is like me, who is responsible, honest and an environmentally caring person (I sell seeds, part time – low income). It’s an area of NO COMMON SENSE, where naive SNOBBY bimbos have been allowed to apply this no common-sense rule. It’s like the “Oxford” gang from England is still trying to inflict their snobbery and discrimination. And, what’s more, CBA, especially, I have noted is big, (as in the guiltiest) on following through with the public primary school teachers scheme of “Gold Star Dog” theory. That being “the richer you are (the more gold stars you have), the more we will reward you with huge monetary privileges.” Well, CBA, do you really think, you should be basing your work philosophies, on young female nazi school teachers who powertrip lording over young kids? Or are you again, just letting yourself be still brainwashed by primary school teachers, and not thinking things through. I find in life, from time to time, I have come across other such instances of no-common-sense; like how the police used to not help look for a missing child if 48hrs had not passed – that was their RULE. But there were many times where it is was blatantly obvious that a child missing after only 10 minutes or so, would be a police matter. Oh, but their rule…. There are others, particularly in schools and institutes like hospitals and nursing homes. Where women dominate the industry. At these times, someone like me (someone who does not mind being the ‘bad’ guy often offending people to bring awareness), is needed to bring these non-sensical, old, outdated issues into light, otherwise bimbos will just keep going on abiding by the same rules and silly laws, not thinking about it. There are heaps of non-thinking people working and in those positions of power, heaps. This Commonwealth Bank home loan area is such an issue. I want to reiterate it; so someone who receives a government subsidy, like a farmer, of up to $20000 a year, plus they earn profits from their farm, is allowed to apply for a home loan, but someone receiving just slightly over than that subsidy amount, on employments, CANNOT apply for a home loan; as the farmer is deemed more responsible than the person who is basically still receiving the same amount of money from the government. Now, if their argument was, well, the farmer would have more money at the end of the day due to their farm work, so that’s why we would give it to them (I understand famers can make upwards of $150,000 before the subsidy was removed, (wow),) BUT that is not their argument, the banks argument is not based on money, it is based on the fact that someone receiving that unemployment payment is considered high risk and irresponsible. Such irony when the farmer is also receiving gov money – they are just the same as unemployed in this respect. But ass rents are twice, if not 3 times as much as a mortgage repayment would be, which is WHAT they should be looking at – “can this person be proven to repay the mortgage?” – that’s all they ought to be looking at. {And I have 30 years’ worth of rent receipts to prove that, and bank records.} So, they are not applying common-sense and are just being BANK BITCHES. Wake up please. (Apparently all the banks have this rule, according to a home loan broker in Mackay. I did try to apply to several others, all online application, but NONE of them contacted me back. How rude!) I have notified my local politician about this issue, as it needs to be re-assessed. In the past, when I have encounted such nonsensical issues, I have contacted my local politician, and they have, indeed fixed or attempted to fix, or at least got the ball rolling for a transformation. Writing to politicians is essential to getting positive changes in Australia. They really can make good things happen, not all of them wrought the system. Although, I have heard, there are politicians who go over to Indonesia and spawn orphans (in the 1000’s) within the local ‘woman of the street’ industry, so probably best that you don’t contact those ones. At any rate, I suspect they will do something about this, but in 30years time, when the person who made the rule, is dead, and nobodies feelings or ego will be hurt. 9. Just Some of my Fruit Trees – Out Of 60 Having rented all my adult life – near 33 years this year. I have planted fruit trees in many of the rentals, especially ones in rural areas. I would’ve purchased close to 60 fruit trees now! And here I am living in a long-established garden, in QLD, that has absolutely no fruit trees! So strange that even in garden full of deliberate planted areas, there are no edibles. I just don’t know what those people were thinking about, all day long – do they not know how good a freshly ripened piece of fruit is, compared to a mass produced “long shelf life” fruit (or vege), that comes from the supermarket?? They seem to be clueless in this area, - are they suffering from “dull taste buds”? I know how popular it is to be a drunk in Australia, perhaps the alcohol has affected their taste buds? You know fruit trees are readily available from practically every nursery, plus they can handle grey water. So, there is NO excuses. Plant several in your backyard today! 10. Rent to Own Scheme who DISCRIMINATES plus natural feelings of “I Want” I thought this was brilliant, my sister and her partner did it in Darwin many years ago. It has been around for a while. It is a real offer. But look what happened when I applied. The reason I was declined, is because they discriminate. Pure and simple discrimination. When my current rent (one of the cheapest on the market) is twice as much as a mortgage repayment, it is nothing but blatant discrimination. And any cry of credit rating is just an excuse, when there is paperwork of paid rent, for years and years and years. (I never have had any depts, only a Credit Card in good order). Actually, I had a thing with credit when I was young, I was deeply opposed to it! And when CBA increased my credit limit without asking me, I was furious and cut it up with some scissors! Ho dare they try to get me into dept! I thought a credit card was only kind of an emergency. (no online shopping back then) Little did I know not having any credit would be such a detrimental thing later on in life. Btw, it was also difficult getting a new cc 20yrs later with online shopping. And twice I went to the bank and asked CBA for a car loan, but A BIG FAT NO on both occasions, even though the first time I was working full time. Oh wait, I forgot, Nissan Finance, my Daewoo car loan was through them, over 5 years, so ended up paying twice the price of the car. Infact as I look back at CBA over these last 30years, I realize it is them who are totally FUCKED. So, they pick and choose the type of person they offer it to. They choose ‘their favourites’. This is really an insidious form of discrimination that keeps poor people poor, and landlords rich. It’s a scheme designed specifically for landlords to protect them to make sure that they have income coming in. It is absolutely disgusting. That, plus having the power to be able to kick a renter around, like a whale tossing a seal, or being able barge in, whenever they wish, ‘lording’ over a renter, is there motivation, and it’s disgusting. With all the court cases that goes on against discrimination, why hasn’t this been addressed? This is way more important than sexual discrimination or race. It’s about money for goodness sakes; the whole world revolves around it. In fact, if you look at the big picture those situations where you think it’s about sex or race - you’ve been tricked into thinking that’s what it’s about, but really, it’s about poor people. No one wants anything to do with poor people. Btw, these organizations only arrange the mortgage via the bank, and they said it is the bank who automatically declines anyone a mortgage, if they are on a Centrelink unemployment benefit. So, I phoned the bank, to find out exactly why that would be when it could be proven that rents of twice the amount are regularly paid, and she said the reason why it’s automatic, and rents are not even looked at, is because anyone on such a benefit is automatically considered completely hopeless and irresponsible. See, discrimination. That green image above “I Want” When I realized I could get a mortgage, with repayments cheaper than my current rent, and any foreseeable rents in the future, given the rental crisis and rental crisis prediction of skyrocketing rents, I set out to see what was at the lower end of the market. When I first started looking, I found a unit for $100000, - so that was very doable, and immediately I put in for a mortgage application. I have written about it before on this blog, and I was personally given the “red light” on a mortgage. However, this did not deter me, and I still persisted with other lenders, and kept looking on Realestate.com and Domain. I noted in this time, cheaper unit prices jumped from $100000, to $200000 minimum. So shuks. Then I saw land, and self-building was a better option, and one that I would prefer, - not being a cookie cutter type of person. But again, price jumps. Its like just when I reach the line – they move it. I ended up finding a perfect patch of land, as shown above. It’s in a dry bushland sparsely populated area. That road shown above is actually a dead end, and tapers off into a fire trail down to the beach - no swimming, it’s a crocodile, alligator and stinger area. But still, I feel it will be perfect for me, very quiet, no water, meaning ‘unpopular’ and will keep prices down, which is why it has not been snapped up in my time of looking – aswell as the fact that it is a little overpriced as is, especially given the remoteness and ‘no water’, of it, so it’s still available. I mean high rainfall area would be nice to, but I know how to garden, cope / handle, and manage low rainfall climates. I mean if there were copious amounts of money, then I possibly would choose elsewhere, but I feel for my particular life situation, this place is perfect. Having said that, who knows about the crime rate in the area, it would be God awful, to be stuck amongst more thieving dog neighbours. {And no, police statistics would not tell me if it is a high crime rate area!lol) But it turns out, there are really no other lending options. Regardless of all those other companies who advertise mortgages, especially online, they all go through the bank anyway, and are really only looking for rich investors, who wont care too much about details like there rates are more expensive. 11. It’s official - the population doubled between 1970 and 2010 Did you know between 1970 and 2010, the WORLD population doubled! Literally doubled. I couldn’t believe this when I saw that information, delivered by the census in 2018, by the United States. No wonder there is a housing crisis in Australia - there’s not a chance in hell Australians would be organised enough, to come up with double the accommodation, in that time. So now 13 years later, it is worse, than a crisis in my opinion. I amongst many Queenslanders, have to resort to living in old motels. Once again, it’s like I’m the only one concerned about this disgraceful phenomena of over population. STOP BREEDING you pesty little rabbits. I blame all mothers with more than two children, for the fact that there is no proper housing for me and many many many other people, particularly single women, and old single men. 12. You Know, Kids who Play like this- Are Deeply Disturbed My little sister nearly drowned in such a manner around age 7 (?) with a young boy who had some behavioural problems. I believe he did not know that he was literally drowning his friend, but was using her as a ride toy. Thank goodness for Rob Hartigan who saved the day; on his way out to the garden party, with his silver tray and champagne, happened to see what was going on the pool, we all herd a loud clatter as they tray and champagne dropped to the ground, and then saw a fully clothed Rob diving in, to my sisters rescue. It was very dramatic! That young boy was newly adopted back then, it was obvious that he wasn’t originally from a loving family. But I have noted the above photo is sometimes common scenario amongst kids, and this would indicate there are problems in the family situation, which causes this unacceptable behaviour of deliberatley trying to hold a sibling down under water. A bullying tactic. I personally believe, those parents of those girls, have failed as parents. You have to really try when you are a parent - no bumblers. 13. Ant Nest story with Recreation story The above image shows a typical meat ant nest, they are common all-around Australia. Actually, this was the only nest I found on google, so, we need more photos of ant nests on google, got one? Put it up on Flickr public domain! There were heaps of nests in Gunnedah, on the farms I have lived. Never really causing to many problems, although, at Rangari, there were so many, after I had created my vege patch and put the sprinkler on, there appeared to be a moving carpet of ants. A thick bubbling black carpet. Trillions. So I felt I had to take action against so many. Easy enough to do after a visit at the local Ag shop. Also, I recall in Sydney, at our family first home, in Garland Rd, Naremburn, there was one. I have mentioned this story before on my blog, but again it is missing. Thieves. I’m not sure if I talked about the recreation bit, so I’ll put the whole story again with more details. Actually, it’s one of my earliest memories. I was only 2 at the time. Mum would’ve been inside chatting with her friend Susy, and dad was out on the barbie cooking rissoles and drinking beer with Rob, their good friends. I was wondering around the lawn, and I recall seeing a clearing, thinking that would be a good spot to rest. After a minute or two, I noticed something uncomfortable happening, and started crying, dad and Rob looked over, realized I was standing on an ants nest, saw that I was literally covered in 1000’s of ants, they raced over moved me off the ants nest and both of them hastily trying to brush of all those ants! I specifically remember their large man hands whisking down my arms! I do not remember being stung at all, it would have been the ticklish nature of all those ants that would have bothered me. I may have been stung? So, I’ve mentioned on my blog about the ‘image transfer’ phenomenon, read about it “Dream Watchers, I Mean Perverts” on my About page. So, in particular at night when I’m asleep – they can see my dreams. (They obviously can also see my images when I am awake – I can send them images to communicate a point, it comes in handy a lot. Some people assume I use my ability to manipulate people – but I DO NOT do that. Mostly they can see my thoughts that I think to myself, my thoughts are for me, I do not think for other people, unless in a direct verbal conversation with them and I am trying to explain something – images help. I do not put words in people’s mouths- I am anti people who do that- there are many who can do that. I expect people to think for themselves, and encourage them to do so {sometimes I do get weird funny results when I encourage someone to say something, when they really don’t have much to say!!}. I find no pleasure in being able to manipulate someone eles’s words, unlike others twits do. I know some people will think this is crazy, but I can assure you it’s most definitely true and anyone would who would think it crazy, I’m sorry but you are completely naive. You have no idea what’s going on in the world. I’ve also mentioned on my blog, absolutely everything we see here, smell and experience gets processed in our minds. Nothing is forgotten. At night when people sleep, aside from processing what’s been going on during the day, we also process past memories. I also believe aside from traumatic experiences, we also re-process old memories, to keep us peacefully going throughout the night, while our bodies recover and heal from day to day grit. So this ant incident would be something I have definitely remembered well, and therefore thought about it at night while I sleep. And there are “pervert‘s” who I would say, may have ever seen this dream repeatedly. {I say perverts, because while I personally would not have had many memories of a sexual nature, there’s no other word to describe what they are looking at, what they are trying to see, why they are hanging around my house at night while I sleep.} When I moved to Colosseum, near Miriam Vale, there were Queensland pervert’s in the community. I suspect they were from my same school (boarders are all throughout QLD and NSW, they are everywhere, many farmers daughters attended my school. So the recreators, as I have nicknamed them, as they recreate ‘scenes’ from my life, well they try to, as obviously doing that is impossible and stupid. They tried to recreate this particular dream, my neighbour there happen to have a big ant nest in their driveway. This time I managed to not get mobbed by ants, and their re-creation failed. And I would like to tell those Recreator pervert’s, as I know they are still watching my dreams; rack the hell off and get your own life. And, you are pathetic cowards. I found the Naremburn house on google maps, well google shows the back yard, but there has since been a new house built in that space, which I can see from Apple Maps. I love those Map apps, both of them! 14. Polite Ways to Turn a Man Down When I worked in the shop down at Enmore, with members of the public coming in, inevitably, I would sometimes get stuck with some lonely guy, who just wanted to chitchat in the hopes of something more. I would often have to come up with means and ways to get rid of these hopeful men, (or women sometimes) in an unoffensive and polite manner, (as really, they were nothing but bothersome), anyway one such guy was veering onto the subject of what he wanted in a woman, and one of these factors was a woman who wears stilettos. I told him I would never be seen caught dead in a pair stilettos, to which he was completely dismayed, and pretty much left straight away. What I noted about this man, was he seemed to be completely clueless about the fact that, when somebody loves you, they will do things for you, you just have to ask them. It’s like he had no idea what unconditional love was, which made me realise he had parents who did not love him. It was quite sad and tragic, that a grown man did not know unconditional love. I figure there must be a lot of families out there that run on control and not love, which is the biggest tragedy of them all. And no wonder there are so many dysfunctional nuisance people who hound me and steal from me and harass me, as they had CRAP parents. Following someone around; this is a dysfunction. Tooting at complete strangers constantly; this is a dysfunction. Sitting outside some some girls house and revving a car; this is a dysfunction. Stealing from me as you think I may have stolen something from someone else, IS A DYSFUNCTION Still, all my neighbours as current of Dec 2025 DO THESE THINGS - harassment, and stealing. All these things may not be against the law, (except they also steal from me, which is a crime and PUNISHABLE by the Australian Police), but they are socially retarded behaviours, which make my life NEGATIVE. And you know it’s those kids from those families (which number in the millions), go on to expect the same from other people, they just expect to be able to use them for personal gain. And obviously going on personal power trips is big for them, but often money is incorporated into their ‘use’, like there are many Australians that would think it to be no problem to use people, to get them to use government funds, in order for them to make profit, like what happens in the medical world, and those people are respected, very intelligent people, who have absolutely no thoughts whatsoever about the fact that they are using someone to steal money, (in order for them or their friends to take home a pay packets), they think this is perfectly fine. Like they wouldn’t have any second guesses about their actions. No feelings of guilt. No thoughts that that what they doing is wrong. They would not consider themselves going to hell after they die. Certainly they wouldn’t consider themselves thieves. But in actual fact, that’s exactly what they are, well respected thieves. Stemming back to a family problem. I heard a very famous person, Michael Jordan quote, “If you try to maintain dominance over someone, you are not going to give them a chance to gain confidence.” I feel so many people need to be told this, not only parents, but particularly managers in the workplace, private school educators and admin. Just so many people that have crossed my path, seem not to know this simple healthy fact. You know I have been in the company of a couple of men, Tafe teachers they were, who obviously were raised in such manner, and not only was their behaviour “bitchy”, so it was literally unbearable being around them; they seem to have no social skills as a result of being obsessed with control, believing that if they are “nice” they would lose control. 100% fully dysfunctional. Plus, I believe that stupid little blonde in Gunnedah who steals from me, is somehow encouraging people at that time to be this obsessed with ‘control’, literally encouraging arshole behaviour. I wish I had that situation on camera so you could see what I was talking about. Well, I did learn one thing at least from them – my father, someone not obsessed with control, runs rings around them both, and as a result, ironically, is the one who would have more control in his life! I saw a perfect example of a family who ran on control, and not love, and these parents were quite strict, and suddenly when the young girl did something, they deemed shameful, she was shunned from their life. It’s like both parents realised they no longer had control over their daughter, and so they disowned her. It’s like “well, if we don’t have control, then what’s the point”. They totally have missed the whole point of raising a child. They have failed as parents, as far as I’m concerned. Young people ARE NOT there for your personal little power tripping experiments. Those parents belong in JAIL. CHILD ABUSE in an unphysical way. And the young teenage girl, was so distraught at upsetting her parents, and was too young to see that, her ‘not so rebellious’ act, was one of becoming an independent adult, it was perfectly normal, and healthy. You know, she was right, they were wrong! And she could not see this, so slumped into depression and self loathing. Well, now she would be free to see her parents as they really are, instead of that ‘hero’ personality that kids give their parents. I personally don’t believe it has to end that way! I know there are many happy extended families who regularly see each other. I look back at my experience leaving the ‘nest’ and I feel my mother especially lost more than she knew when I left the family. Infact I would go further to say that ‘kicking’ your kids out when they turn 18 is quite disgusting. So, but don’t get me wrong, children most definitely need to learn boundaries which only comes through clever discipline, and they need to learn the art of giving and taking, in a relationship, and knowing when to bite their tongue, even if they think they know better than the other person, they need to learn that their opinion, sometimes is just not going to count, and their needs and wants are not always going to be granted. There is a time for standing up and there is a time for stepping back. I was advised some families run not on control or love, but on ‘shame and humiliation’ – and it is kids from those families that are truly evil later in their adult life – most common criminal ‘family environment’. My textile print design with Australian native flower: “Leptospermum Flower white4 15. Spotlight Thieving Girls on Meterage, again, featuring Cathy Goldman getting the Dogs Since my blog started off as a means to do something about all the stealing, but also as of late has progressed to include a lot of other topics and stories about my life. I thought I should get back to my original reason, and continue my fight against thieving dogs. So, this is a whole new photo story to tell you about what the girls at Spotlight used to do. There was a spotlight at Tamworth. I had to make a special trip over to Tamworth to get cat food every couple of months or so, this was 2000-2010, inevitably I would stop off at the fabric shop - I couldn’t resist. They often had something cheap in there that I could purchase. What I noticed after shopping from them a few times, when I got home and laid out my pattern on the fabric, it didn’t fit, and I would measure it, and I could see the girls at Spotlight had cut my meterage short, by sometimes up to 10cm. 3cm – 10cm short in the meter! And, on EVERY purchase I made. (And this was before it was washed). Maybe if it happened just once it would be a case of dipsy salesgirl, but on EVERY purchase – this means deliberate sabotage. THEFT. And I want to make appoint about the fact whenever I went to spotlight especially back then I was always excited and happy about being surrounded by fabrics and a possible purchase, so my attitude instore certainly did not warrant ‘passive aggressive’ bitch behaviour by sales girls. This is a repeated thing in my life: I am “merrily on my way” and I get attacked by stupid women. I’m pretty sure one time when I went there, a girl from my class at fashion school some years before, was serving, I’m not 100% sure, only 99%. If it was her, this would be another occasion where Cathy Goldman has gone and got ‘dogs’ from my past, and put them in my path, just like this, and, they have stolen from me. Yet another instance, I’ve already talked yesterday about the fruit shop, and the girl Cathy got, who stole my organic eggs. What is wrong with that woman? Seriously? she needs to get a life and rack the hell off out of mine – YOU ARE NOT INVITED you ignorant thief of woman. Her mother must have been a failure. Oh, and no one tells you, but when you’re in college, with your class – get the names of everyone in your class, write it down, we have cameras now, so get photos to go with names. In 30-40years, you might be thankful. One time in Spotlight, I ventured down into this corner section with the knits, and it was really dusty, so after picking up a roll, I could not help but sneeze, and it was sooo loud, I really could not believe it, not only the whole big store would have heard me, but the entire carpark and block outside too. Scream Sneeze. I kind of looked around to see a reaction from people, - and there was that SHORT BLOND BIMBO staring at me – the one who steals, I think it was the same one, so maybe it was her telling the spotlight staff to shortcheat me?? Who knows. Fuck off STUPID SHORT BLOND BIMBO THIEF. Btw, also when I went to spotlight, something sewing related would be stolen from my house while I was not there, like my glass bead fringing. Same as what they did when I went to Bunnings in Tamworth. And by the way, after I realised what was going on, the next time I went to Spotlight, there were no girls at the checkout - there was a young male serving (I have never seen the likes of a man at any checkout before ever!). So, it’s not like I put in any complaints about the ‘shortcheating me’. I didn’t even have a phone connected when I lived at Gunnedah. Do you see how the dogs operate; they are such pervert’s and such thieves to go along with their personality trait. Btw, just before that guy served me, he reached into his pocket, and did this kind of, ‘cowboy’ manoeuvre, to remove his scissors, alike drawing a gun from his belt with a little scissor twirl rotation!! Like how they did it in old American western movies!  Quite humorous, a nice change from thieving dogs from my past. And, btw, since then, dealing with spotlight, I seem to often get girls now with ‘attitude’, so bitchy and annoying. Don’t blame me for your stupid stealing antics. But I did buy a rug from them last year, and honestly, it has been one of my all time favourite purchases! - such lovely colour, and functionality; being right near my bed on a wooden floor. Online purchase now- the female dogs have made shopping a far to unpleasant an experience for me to go instore - and I write this, have been continuously writing about dogs following me around when I go out and about since 2020 – but they still do it to this day (updating in 2026, nuisance unpleasant dog interference): forced to buy online – good thing I enjoy shopping online, but some things you can’t get online. I have edited this and removed the swear words, but I want to add about my ANGRY FEELINGS inregards to these thefts, and bitch sales girls, when shopping – I do not need your dysfunction in my life. Encounter after encounter for over 30 years adds up to a lot of bitterness. Not sure I am quite as “merrily on my way” now, thus I resent you, I curse you – I hope those involved get cancer and die. And whether I am “merrily” on not “merrily” – stealing and bullying me is UNACEPETABLE. Here is also a good spot to mention I’ve had major problems whenever I’ve gone into those other little sewing shops. You know the type, that sell sewing machines and haberdashery and sometimes fabric. They are like a dying breed now, I think. But I had monumental problems with the little bitches who work in these stores - like they refused to serve me, and were rude. It was blatant discrimination of some sort; at the times I had no idea why there were such bitches. I realised today why, and it was not the ‘ugly’ factor that I experienced from little bimbos at the Dr’s, who cannot handle communicating and looking at such a person. But it was the ‘Dog network’ – and those girls knew, that I have other dogs who follow me wherever I go, and those dogs see what I see, so if I see any dodgy business practices, they could be closed down. Like another textile company I worked for, who used to put all their over purchased unwanted ugly fabric rolls in the factory spot, where it used to rain and flood, so every time it did, every few years or so, they would claim insurance on all those fabrics that they did not want any way (!) – the business was later closed. You really should not scam insurance companies! So that’s why those little bitches tried to get rid of me whenever I go in such a store. I think! Nah, it’s probably the “ugly” factor – girls in fashion industry are very shallow. Or it could be discrimination of some other sort? A birdy told me it was someone at Greenfields who was stalking me, trying to manipulate sales girls into not serving me?? Not sure what that was about? or who; don’t know anyone at Greenfields. Possibly coward. Dodgy girls. Girls with no common sense. This is yet another example of how stupid women are, and how they have no idea how stupid they are. It reminds me of some of the cunts I have from Centrelink, or they say they are from Centrelink, who knows, if they really are, could be Telstra, or channel 10? but they're just dogs who like to hound people, one such person thought I was receiving disability pension when I was clearly not disabled – a dog who stupidly assumed I must be cheating the welfare system. So, she stole from me. Maybe she was a possible wannabe vigilante. Some of those people are so evil, their whole existence is just complete antagonism, disrespect and to be a mean bully. I'm pretty sure I've had one girl on my back for years now, until she finally realised she was in the wrong, oh whoops – it takes them years to comprehend things sometimes. And so, she just stopped, I mean all of those years of torment and harassment from her, then stopped - no compensation for her evilness, no apologies. Just “oh whoops” - just like a stupid bimbo. But, you know, that was her “excuse” to be a bully. She was looking for a reason to bully someone, so she just made up in her head “oh she’s probably a welfare cheat”. This is what I find so many women do in life; they come up with excuses in their stupid little heads of why they should be a bully. Like “oh well she's on her own, so she's asking for it”, or “she probably smells, so she's asking for it”, or “she's a possible shop lifter, so she's asking for it” – or the most common bimbo one of them all “oh well, we are trying to teach her a lesson”. That last one is a monumental serious problem amongst women. There seem to be heaps of little stupid rules they have too. But really they just seem to come up with all sorts of cockanninnie reasons to be a bully and go power tripping, like, they have no control in their life unless they are being a bully - THE EPITOME OF STUPIDITY. Furthermore, I said above so many women do it, but really, it's pretty much every single woman I encounter, is like a specific female dysfunctional problem, some men do it, but not all. Whereas ALL women do it. Well, it certainly feels like ALL of them, because there’s been so many, and they often work in packs, like dogs. Dog women. Bimbo related; this was why women did not have the right to vote for so long. And somethings still have not changed. One time, back in 2017 or so, I saw on the news that one person had wanted to “herd” all the bimbo girls, to ‘exert’ their will and control over them (whether this was male or female “herder”, it was not disclosed. I suspect it was female, not all of them are asleep). But they managed to get a whole bunch of women, young girls in their 20’s, into a big hall, it was like a community hall, and then furthermore, they got all the girls to take off all their clothes, and then they were left there, by the “herder” for them to come to their senses! And so, the camera showed all these girls running out of the community hall, screaming, without any clothes on! Lol. Oh, go on, just go with the flow!! lol You know it amazes me how this issue is not talked about in schools; women need to be told about “sleeping beauty phenomenon”. How they need to be woken up, to be aware, and why people don't like to talk about it and to wake them up: so, they can be easily manipulated like those naked little stupid girls. The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) 16. Television shows and Movies that Change People’s Consciousness for the Bad “Matilda”, in this story, there is a character, Mrs Truncheon ; an old hagged ugly woman, (made up to look ugly), who is the ‘badie’ in the story, creating a stereotype, brainwashing people (kids – this was a kid’s movie). But this is why today, I have problems from stupid little bimbo receptionist’s, they have been brainwashed when young, associating ugly with bad. “Smallville” -This phenomenon of wanting to “lock up” or “get rid” of people, is mainly due to the American TV industry, with popular shows like “Smallville” – the show about superman as a teen. As much as I enjoyed watching this show back when it was made, 20 odd years ago or so; Australia didn’t show the full seasons, in fact I think they only had the first 1 or 2 out of 7? So, I am rewatching, and still enjoying it, even as an oldie, but watching as an oldie, and binge watching, I can really see what’s going on here- an issue that is the general theme of this show, and is a fairly disgusting theme, and that is the passive aggressive subliminal message coming through, well, loudly yelling out, actually, and that is anyone who is weird or different ends up being a baddie, and belongs in a mental asylum! Every guest person that comes into the show, they soon deem them a baddie, and they end up going into a mental psych ward. And all the townsfolk are saved by the good hero. It’s really quite evil what those story writers are doing. I thought this was only something that happened in the past, like on that Australian show “playschool”, a show for kindies, they had every day, ’spot the odd one out, and get rid of it’. But I can see they’re still doing it today, in this very passive aggressive way. What’s wrong with people that they want to get rid of people who are different? It's a really strange concept, maybe no one has written about it before, maybe like me, they just get banned. You know, that concept hasn’t been well thought out, or, it’s not an evolved philosophy. EVOLVE. (Sharon Morgan – raised on Superman and wants to be the hero, locking up anyone she deems different – Stupid Sharon Morgan). Just wait a few years Sharon Morgan when your youth is long over, ha ha! You are Mrs Truncheon! I watched this pollution documentary once, it was in Thailand. In the middle of the valuable information sharing on the streets of Thailand), the camera showed this little girl nearby playing with birds, was not rehearsed, but ‘street activity’. The birds were wild, but the young girl was picking them up, holding them, putting them back down again, picking them up again, patting them, generally behaving exactly like a little girl playing, maybe with dolls or some such. I have never seen a little girl playing with wild animals in this manner, quite fascinating. I suspect many women all over the world have these little special abilities that they have, just like that little girl. 17. Ebay Cunts (I am not going to change or remove this, just because now 3yrs later, they may have amended their ways) {I would need compensation} I usually only reserve this swear word for Centrelink staff, but after 2 yrs of being ban from my business and not making any money from it, they too, now share the same namesake. I’ve been banned from eBay. My business, Farm plants and seeds, which I’ve had for about six years now, and I sell (used to) seeds and plants on eBay, I also had another account that I sold my fabric designs on, and another account which I sold my ‘odd stuff’ on (stuff I longer want - good way of getting rid of things without having a garage sale), eBay have banned me and deleted my all my accounts, and said that I am banned from eBay for good, and I can no longer buy or sell anything on eBay. Can you believe that? I asked them why, they said “because other people will be in danger” They are ABSURD. ABSURD I really don’t know how the eBay staff can be so stupid? basically I think it would come down to the fact that they are cunts. DOG CUNTS I complained to them, I complained to dep of fair trade, - as not being able to trade in the market place is way bigger issue than “oh, we don’t like you anymore.” I mean, a big sector of my market bas was via ebay, about 90% actually. I complained to the ACCC, to my local MP, no one could do anything. Anyway, after all my listings were deleted, I went onto PayPal and checked my contract with them, because they automatically take out fees from my account and pay them to eBay at the end of each month. So, I stopped that immediately and it’s so happened that there was about $30 aprox due at the end of the month - so they can’t automatically take it out of my account! ha I told them when they reinstate my account I’ll pay it - so far, they haven’t in reinstated any of my accounts. Stupid fucking dogs, I hope they all get cancer and die. DIE BTW, I also have done 1000’s of purchases on ebay since around the time it just began. Heaps and heaps, mainly small $1 or $2 items from China, (using PayPal). But I could no longer get any of my usual sales that way anymore. And as much as I now HATE Ebay staff for banning me and being UNDEMOCRATIC; there’s always things that I see advertised online search results, that are much cheaper on eBay, than elsewhere. And so, I discovered after I moved, plus changed my phone number, I could check out as a “guest”, rather than create an account, so long as I used a different name, address, phone number, and email address, I can sneakily shop there. {They still delete any account with my name Emily Bieman. (My new email is emilyban-man@outlook.com ! ) Plus, 3 yrs later, some computer nerd must have read about my ebay and my seed business plight, and thus created a new local seed market. I now sell way more seeds on there, than I did on ebay. One good thing, I guess. https://www.localseeds.com.au/shop/farmplantsandseeds/ 18. The Beeping Loser on Range Road There appears to be some loser who lives out on the Sarina Range Road, who drives in town in the morning, and beeps when they go past my unit, and then at the end of the day, drives home, and beeps as well. I finally worked out that it’s directional, because I can hear what direction they’re going, coming in to town in the morning, BEEP, going out in the afternoon, BEEP. So, I suspect it is somebody who is coming into work for the day. They don’t work every day, at least they don’t beep every day, and it seems to have something to do with me (?) and they worked yesterday and today {Christmas Eve and Christmas Day}. So, I’m going to keep tabs of every single day they beep and disturb the peace, from now on. Someone is going to catch them. (By the way, according to the Roads and Traffic’s ‘obtaining your license, learning book’, it is only appropriate to beep in 2 circumstances; and that is when warning pedestrians whilst reversing, or to warn oncoming vehicles when driving. Beeping makes you the loser. Loooooser. (since I wrote this, it has NOT stopped). 19 . YouTube YouTube Still being unable to walk, because of my collapse arch and metatarsalgia, my latest favourite thing is YouTube videos, I have a subscription now (due to personalised offensive targeted adds), but I am glad I got, add free is the only way to watch YouTube, heaps better. I love YouTube! - just people, anyone, everyday people, so not trained actors or ‘hosts’, upload videos, and talk about anything they want. A lot of people try to tell people how to do things, there are heaps of ‘how to’ videos. It’s the trend! The quality varies from extremely good, and helpful, to somewhat iffy, but always entertaining! I have learnt a great deal from watching ‘how to’ YouTube videos!! Over the course of 2025, a lot of networks starting putting on content. There were some movies before, but not really anymore, only movies with perves who want to connect with people…..not interested. I noted there are also good government exposure ones, like how the government is not really recycling most plastics, and it is only stated so, to ensure young good-looking housewives don’t feel guilty when they go to the supermarket purchasing all that packaging. Why are you trying to trick us? - All plastics need to be recycled; hard, medium, soft, all of it. I know all packaging has the triangle on it with the code for recycling (1-6), but exactly who do they think at the tip, is going to go “stop, wait a minute, let me find my glasses and read which grade of plastic it is” NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. I noted there was at one point “Weapon worshipping” on YouTube, quite disheartening, slightly sickening. I also love the ‘new construction’ ones, things going on, in all different communities. A real eye opener to the world. Not to mention the detailed world ‘stuff that is going on’ – things they don’t tell you or leave out certain details, on commercial TV. And so many good sewing hacks, and aquarium vids – all fabulous, thanks! One day I was watching a ‘compilation’ by a new YouTube conglomerate, {“we know what you like”}, and it was showing this guy emptying sump oil out of a large machine, and he was trying to impress his friends and had turned the whole thing into a joke. The oil was going everywhere. It was spilling out of all the containers that he had piled up, he had it all over his arms, and hands, and face. It was truly disgusting, and that guy, trying to be a clown, obviously has no idea how TOXIC sump oil is. I mean you may as well just be giving yourself cancer by putting it on your skin like that, truly it’s really evil stuff, it’s much worse than the toxic fumes that come out at the back of the car, as its concentrated. If you spill some on your lawn, come back a week later, you will see how bad it is, it kills not only everything it touches, but everything next to it aswell. I mean it’s the main reason why they should hurry up and invent a different motive transport, it’s that toxic. The guy had an accent and was speaking in a foreign language. I think it was Russian. Update 2026 – OMG the dr channels – SO GOOD, thankyou thankyou. One of my favourite things about YouTube are the comments, people can comment about the vid, or ask questions, give feedback to the channel and to the host or contribute to the knowledge or give their personal experience, inspire conversations, anything – just BRILLIANT! It’s just bloody brilliant! This feature is so important, in my opinion; it determines whether a nation is truly democratic, or, oppressive-tyrannical-nazi! I mean you certainly can’t leave comments on commercial networks, “mm we didn’t like your show, we thought the story was lame, the acting bad, and, such and such was really offensive!”. I mean you just can’t leave feedback. But, you can on YouTube! This makes people – it forces them to think, and to not be offensive/rude, unlike some actors on Netflix.... These comments are a thing atm; I have, who, I have deemed “dikes on bikes”, or “unemployed school leavers on bikes”; who harass me in the form of “hooning” and “beeping”, and who Centrelink now, in 2026, are claiming responsibility for, as in paid by them to be there (jobs providers – Department of Workplace, Education and Training), would not surprise me if that’s true; little minions on bikes. Whatever, but, today, those little boys are telling me that they are going to steal from me, or not steal from me, depending on the comment I leave on a YouTube! So, I just want to say here for the record; all the comments I make on YouTube are true observations, so if you cannot handle a comment or do not like it; you cannot handle the truth, and are as a result, a WUSSY! And I will NOT be intimated by thieving little cunts dogs from Centrelink. In fact this reminds me of those two nasty stalking women who followed me into the subway at Gunnedah. I wrote the story on my Google review, about how they were waiting for me to speak to the Shop girl: like waiting for me to say something ‘bad’ so they could pounce on me - it’s exactly the same thing. Those 2 women were waiting on my every word. I kind of feel a bit sorry for them, to have no life of their own, and to be so obsessed with me and my words. UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR YOU STUPID BIMBOS. Although I would like to say, most of my comments are “positive” so to speak, since there are so many bloody brilliant YouTube videos, and I tend not to watch the bully ones, or ‘bad journalism ones’ anyway; that's the beauty of YouTube, I can suss them out, and get rid of them, unlike on commercial television. Or, if they trick me, I can leave a nasty comment, letting them know exactly how I feel about their disrespectful behaviour, which those tyrannical nazis will not like! Hahah! – that’s if I am not so disgusted, that I remember to do it. BTW, when I say bully ones or ‘bad journalism’ – I am talking extreme disrespect and discrimination, like a cult of female dogs who are using the media to be bullies. or just generally come up with total BS stories, like BIG FAKERS, money wasters, friends of friends. They are real, not a figment of my imagination. It can be hard to do something about them, as they are such attention seekers, that doing something about it may enable their bad behaviour even more. But I think YouTube is a perfect example of “ yes, we know about the tyrannical nazis in the media, and we have done something about them – HERE IS YOUTUBE!!!”. So now, I, and people like me, can watch in peace! 20 . Sleepers – See how big the Cat and Mouse game is in society Just watched this movie again, “Sleepers”, good justified revenge movie. Really and truly, I can’t believe how bad authority figures, and parents, got it so wrong in the past; sending your kids to prison where they can be lorded and power-tripped over by arsehole prison wardens/guards. Please, why don’t you take one screwed up kid, out of a dysfunctional family, and then screw them up a whole heap more, courtesy of the government. They still do it - this does not just happen in movies. Cat and Mouse game – don’t let them treat you like their personal whipping Mouse. Don’t let the wealthy court system judges and lawyers use you to make their money from – they are after victims; they are after mice! Off with their heads instead! lol Or, make their parensts pay - fine them, thousands of dollars. {When I had to go to court twice, to defend my honour and rent bond – I was the only one there NOT BEING PAID, the courts are a total scam}. I find in life if you look at things from a monetary point of view only, whose getting it, in every situation – you really start to see the bullshit. 21. Issues and Agendas for Politicians in Australia Fix Residential Septic overflow into creeks and oceans, as well as business polluting. Proper Access roads through forest to all the beaches in Queensland, especially around Mackay/Sarina, but I suspect the whole way up far North QLD. As well as proper sturdy Netted Baths on each locality beach. Security camera regulations IT nerds are putting in the fine print that they can have access to all your details data information, including video content of your home/Bedroom/Whatever, not only you can they have access to it but they can sell it on to other Venders or give it away. Disgusting. I can’t believe something hasn’t been done about this already. Fix the 'playtoy' mongrel problem that exists in the rail industry. And build a Scenic train line from Cooktown to Melbourne with individual private Sleeper carriages "The EastCoast Express" {ought to start acquiring land now – secretly, otherwise you will not be able to afford it in 2084!} Implement compulsory parenting guides for ALL pregnant mothers; and enforce the ‘course’, for each child, otherwise they have to pay fines. These 6 issues only just came to mind to me today, so there are bound to be heaps more! Oh yeah – the biggest issue of them all; stopping dogs from breeding more dogs. 22. The Ghost Story I mentioned in my “Screaming Always Works” {almost every time, except with uptight oppressive English wannabes….} story about a ghost. I feel it is time to further write those details down. It happened when I was 12yrs old at school, in a boarding dormitory. I, nor my friends were involved with any type of necromance (practice of communicating with the dead). We were all sweet young girls. It happened one Friday night when I was in some SERIOUS pain after breaking my arm shortly before lights out at 9pm. My friend had landed on the palm of my hand, from being piggybacked by another girl. The force of her weight forced my hand and wrist backwards. I did let out a bloodcurdling scream when it happened, it really hurt. But still no one bothered to think that there was anything wrong with me and instead I was chastised for screaming by the house mistress and sent to bed (the stupidity of women never ceases to amaze me – when someone screams like that – there is something wrong. Btw, you cannot be employing women of low intelligence IN A SCHOOL it's just absurd and lacks common sense. An institute of academia requires every single employee in that environment, to be savvy people. So, not just the teachers, but the rest of the faculty, the kitchen staff, the gardeners, the house mistress’s - there are no exceptions, everyone must be capable). Anyway, as I was in a lot of pain I could not sleep, and after a few hours maybe it happened around midnight, I rolled over trying to get comfortable, yet again, and I happen to open my eyes, as I did, there she was, a bright lit, three-dimensional life sized shadow of a young girl, maybe my age, she was a shadow made up of light but complete with all human details. She appeared to be a young girl from the past. I remember her well; her image is ingrained into my mind and I shall never forget the situation or any of the details. She was wearing an old-fashioned dress, very old-fashioned like with tulle petticoats underneath a skirt, so it ballooned out, like what they wore in the Victorian era (1830-1890s). She seemed to be glowing, and very happy, peaceful, as in, not acting scary-like, she was brushing her very long hair. So, she was not really an image or an outline of a person, this was actually an intangible person moving about. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was sheer terror for me. I remember thinking later, it looked like she had a 'lady Jane' hairbrush, one of those big types of brushes. I must've thought this, because it must've been some sort of issue for me 'oh if only I had a good big brush, then I'd be able to maintain my unruly hair! You might see me state that, and think oh well she’s probably conjured the whole image herself in her head or conjured up a real 3-dimensional ghost. But bear in mind, my artistic talents are somewhat limited, and the amount of detail in this “light fixture” was extraordinary. There were six of us in the dorm, I don't believe anybody else saw her. The building was really old, founded when the Victorian era in England was coming to an end, by Florence Emily Green. I bet it was Florence Emily Green, as a young child! “This is my school and one of my pupils is upset”. So called experts have since told me, that they think that it was not the dead, it was probably an apparition of my friend, who at the time was not even at the school, although we had been close. I used to love her hair, it was beautiful, long and golden. Or I guess, it may have been my other friend (who secretly wanted long hair too!!). Since we were good friends, and ‘alone in the same boat’ so to speak, she may have sensed I was in pain, and came to ease the situation in the metaphysical sleep world, which, by the way, if true, certainly did not work. Quite the opposite. I was fairly horrified and petrified at witnessing such a scary thing, not only did I have my aching arm, but then, as I certainly did not want to move at all, for fear of disturbing this strange creature, and I had to lay extremely still, and as quietly as I could, for as long as possible, whilst closing my eyes tightly! It would've been some time, and possibly not until I started to hear the first sounds of bird twit, did I move or open my eyes again, and thankfully was extremely relieved, to find she was gone. Possibly the reason I was so fearful at the time, was because I knew what I was looking at, was not a little girl? And I should add, occasionally from time to time over the next six years, I would hear some of the other girls wanting to partake in some sort of spiritual communication, like get a Ouija board - and I would always be the first person to say “NO, I don't think so!”. Also, at the time it wasn't until the following Monday when I was still complaining about my arm, that someone decided that they should send me to a doctor, who then determined on the following Wednesday, after the x-ray results were in, that I had a broken arm. (No one else is going to look after your child! - -still maybe all happens for a reason…..) It was only a slight break, more like a .5cm split in the bone, and as it was so extremely painful, I can only imagine what it would be like for someone who breaks their bone in a more significant breakage - unimaginable pain. When I remember all of these details again, there is no doubt in my mind that this is what happened, and I saw a ghost. However, when people got get wind of my story (I have only told it to 3 other people infact). But, disbelief is quite the typical response. But some, I guess, ‘science’ types, are so incensed by my story they try and come up with things that it must be, instead of a ghost, and they come up with ludacris things. It was 1986 when it happened, and technology certainly wasn't advanced enough for any type of light apparition! However, I will say this, and I was reluctant to add this part of the story, but I truly believe, I would not have seen that ghost, if the following had not taken place; The House was to organize a talent night, where we formed little groups and came up with a skit to act infront of the rest of the house. I think I recall there were about 60 year 7 girls in that house. Since no one in my group had any ideas at all, I decided to share a little skit I saw at my old infants school, Limbri. They all liked it, and so we did it, I would play the sickly patient, and was placed behind a white screen with a light behind me so that the audience just saw the outline of me lying down, and the others would pretend to operate on me finding strange things inside my stomach!! (I can’t remember what they said, I think I fell asleep – but I’m sure it was bad!) And to give the audience a good outline, I had stuffed my non-existent breasts with huge big wards of tissues!! (I was still Oompa Loompa at this point, and still loved to play ‘dress ups’, and not really aware at all about sexuality and breasts either. But that evening, the common room was packed, not only from the year 7’s, but many others from other houses who had gott’n wind of the evenings fun. Girls who were missing their mothers! J You know, sometimes, it just seems that people wake up, and or the spirits take over, and anything is possible. Magic can happen. {Sporting fans may know something about what I am talking about too.} I need to say, my essential oils that were stolen the other day, and also my sewing needles that were mysteriously strewn over the floor – I do NOT believe this was a ghost! (That incident back then, was a one-time thing.) 23. Monthly Brilliance Award This is an award, that I give to people are just plain outstanding at making their bit of the world a better place - and ought to be recognised for it. A (so far) ‘spiritually’ given award! I am trying to ‘wil’ a lotto win to make it a $50 monthly award 😁 December 2023 Electric lawnmower people for now making them affordable FOR EVERYONE, since the petrol ones are so toxic. So, their care of the air we breath. November 2023 Lois Jenson - single-handedly, changed harassment laws for women to try to combat sexual frustration harassment from men in the work place. October 2023 Creator of “luxury travel” concept, with The Orient Express, including sleeper carriages - Georges Nagelmack, (not that I have ever gone on luxury travel, but just the idea of it...) September 2023 Anatolij Lasatenko and Sergej Shurunov; Russian Army Wilderness Guards August 2023 Unknow tree planter on an excellent LONG tree lined country HWY in Turkey. I tried to find it on Google Maps, but to no avail. If someone knows…. July 2023 Josh Byrne and associates, in conjunction with www.bayswater.wa.gov.au , for their outstanding compilation of appropriate and suitable native street trees. June 2023 Jurgen Wendel for his care and compassion of corals and sea creatures. May 2023 Sushi the feral cat, who figured leaf payment for fish! (even a cat knows ‘got to pay’ for your lunch! J) April 2023 The many researches who are developing the Bionic Propeller, reducing underwater noise by 30%, saving whale confusion, plus has 19% improved thrust performance! March 2023 Ocean Conservation Namibia crew for rescuing seals from hopeless fisherman who pollute the oceans with their nets. {The hopeless fisherman gets the “curse them” award}. (It’s especially good to see the nazi South Africans have found a worthy fight). I always have said, if you want to fight (and so many people do - then fight to make the place better, as opposed to finding a victim to pick on, which so many people do). But also, there are more than 1 clean-up crew, so, Oceancleanup.com, young Boyan Slat who researched the plastic problem and brought about the whole operation. - Ocean Conservation, this is an AMERICAN not for profit business/Charity ( would be a Tax right off for wealthy person), run by two Germans (Naude and Katja Dreyer), cleaning up the waters around Africa. Doing extreme amounts of good, for Animals due to the Human walking zombies who don’t know how to clean up after themselves. February 2023 Charles Adler junior for his ‘actuated’ invention at the traffic lights, which change according to cars present or not present. “No unnecessary waiting for me” ! lol January 2023 The Pangea Movement team, for their efforts to stop river pollution entering the ocean in Indonesia and Africa. For some reason, those people are too poor to realise that when they throw rubbish in the river, it creates monumental problems. (What exactly does it have to do with money? – I think some STCHICK is needed) Ofcourse if any of these people are discovered as thieves; Award will be stricken (I have been advised 1 or more are). 24. Fake Female Health Professionals This was stolen, ofcourse; dishonest women do not want to be found out. Story of my life. Such thieving liars most women are. I wrote elsewhere on my blog, I would never see a female health professional ever again, because if she is not a faker, then she will most likely be incompetent. Now being a feminist myself, you may wonder how I could possibly say such a thing. Well, this is how; I have experienced in my life thus far: fake chiropractor, fake lymphoedema physiotherapist, fake natural healers, fake homeopath, fake beauty therapist, fake masseuse, fake teachers, fake podiatrist, fake job interviewers, and fake councillor. ALL FEMALE. Plus I have heard of fakers in other sectors; fake news reporters / newspaper journalists, fake writers (if that is such a thing!). And I am sure there have been WAY more in my life, I just am unaware, as they have been good fakers. Most of the above I have already mentioned on my blog, named and shamed, (the ones I actually got a name), and made complaints about. But this makes NO DIFFERNENCE. Nobody seems to care about female fakers, except me. I HATE YOU. And I hope you all get cancer and die, as you are so cluelessly unhealthy, dishonest criminals. I guess I should mention, I have been to more than 1 “MOST BRILLIANT” health professionals, who were female. One of them, could diagnose me several hours after I had left the clinic, with sneaky cleaver metaphysical techniques, but later she lied, wanting me to go to another expert, her friend, for no reason, so that counteracts her good diagnoses! Typical female. Another good one used such skill aswell, but later messed up too which later resulted in a monumental problem. They can’t help themselves. Above: Screenshot taken from red bubble of the collection of fabric designs I did, called “clouds”, but my collection was deleted before RB, where I was selling them on spfl, so curse the. But also my collection for some reason was deleted on RB, so you can actually see each individual design, but the collection with all my 9 cloud designs, is missing, for some weird reason. I happen to take a screenshot of it couple of years ago, and there it is above. 25. The Looking Game, The Sign Game, And the Winning and Losing Game I’ve mentioned this before in various ‘thieving’ or ‘trips into town’ stories, but it’s still such a problem that I’m doing a whole separate photo story for it. First of all, I should say outright, the people who play these games are a complete rude, arrogant, nuisance. The Winning and Losing game has been round the longest. It’s like some idiot has decided to get on my back, because they saw how I was living, unmarried, out on a farm on my own, no kids, no fulltime employment, and so they wanted to try to inspire in me “winning”, in order to make me ‘strive to win’, as they perceived me to be losing. I mean, how arrogant is that person? Did it ever occur to them that I was happy the way my life was, I had actually won. This person/those people, seem to be completely headstrong, and determine to turn every single situation into either a ‘win or lose’ situation. I can assure you it is lucky that I am a completely healthy and ‘of sound minded’ person, because many people would not be able to handle these dogs, that play these games - they are so persistently constant, so tormenting and REVOLTING. Even when it’s clear after years, if they stood back and looked at the big picture, their goal wasn’t working, still they would persist. The think they are right and justified in their ill-advised behaviour. I guess they thought I would be a pushover, and they do not want to admit they were wrong. Turns out I’m not quite the hapless pushover they thought. They still do it today, although definitely not as much, I think maybe now they might have realised the situation via my blog? Hooray for my blog. Mainly these people communicate through signs, with beeping being a major one (car hoons constantly driving outside my place and following me), and television shows and movies, to portray a message (they do that a lot, like really good ones to combat huge societal problems like racism and or any other type of prejudice. And there are many in society, not just race, little things like fear of black; people who wear black, black cars (!) Or especially amongst kids, they tend to be blind about ‘cool’ stuff and ‘not cool’, so there are dedicated people trying to help young people accept everybody, not just the ‘cool kids’ and cool things. (I may be wishfully thinking when say cool things!! So many powerful advertising campaigns). I know some people can see the signs, and I would be insulting them now by just stating the obvious, but seriously there are many people who have NO IDEA about signs. They are completely clueless, plus think, if you can see signs, you’re crazy and delusional. The police for instance; this is what they think. I am not saying people can’t be delusional about signs. But they really do signs. I know perhaps there are MANY delusional people who think I sign them to follow me, when I DO NO SUCH THING. They have all sorts of sign techniques; it’s not just the blind that communicate with signs! Sneaky techniques they use. Ones that blend in, so to anyone else it’s not clear what’s going on aside from the targeted person. Occasionally when I’m in a situation where I’m talking to someone they too can see in that moment, of what’s going on, but they do not understand, and sometimes, will even look around and say to me “what’s going on” - they don’t understand that there are people literally who follow me around and do signs. Nuisance people. And it’s not like I can really explain this to them in a short brief encounter. It was suggested, I was specifically chosen to be a victim of this particular nature, because all of womenkind need someone to speak these taboo issues in public, because they're all too scared to, because they're afraid of being vilified and called crazy (such typical cowardly women). One, also suggests, they need someone to speak these taboo issues, who is not employed, as they would most likely lose their job. Not without my permission. But, lucky for them, I am a strong woman who is not afraid of much, and can recognise change needs to come about in many areas. So, I think that covers The Sign Game and The Winning and Losing Game, and now for The Looking Game, because this hasn’t really been a ‘sign game’ for very long. It’s only relatively been a nuisance at my new address because I live now in such close proximity to other people. So, the ‘sign dogs’ are making the most of being able to annoy the crap out of me now, whereas before on the farm, 30km out of town, interaction was greatly limited- so peaceful out there, man I loved it!! So, this is definitely a thing with me; when I walk around, I do not look at people intently. I usually have my head slightly down, looking where I am walking (a snake related thing, plus a “you disgust me related thing” – {NOT a guilty thing!! Lol – still laughing about that, some twit thought I never ‘looked’ because I was bad, a bad person who has done some major bad things and feels guilty!!! Lol! AS IF}. Actually, it’s also related to the sun; having 2020 vision means that the sun is way too bright to be outside without sunnies, and not just regular sunnies, but polarized ones. (It was an issue when I was buying sunglasses on ebay, all the ones I bought were to pale and I was looking down shielding myself from the sun. I needed the polarised ones. Finally, when they made the darker ones available on ebay, (in my 40s), my eyesight started failing, and the sun is not so bright anymore, so I don’t need the polarized ones. Btw, when I talk to people 1 on 1, I always look people in the eye; don't mistake me for someone who doesn’t. People are often mistaking me for someone else. I also don’t really look very closely at people in cars if I am driving either. I just have no interest in looking at people! Although I have excellent peripheral vision. Well, I did in my 20’s at least, I wear glasses now, so I am guessing not as good. I don’t really care if maybe I might recognize someone or not, I figure if they have got something to say to me, they will come up to me and say it. (Turns out they don’t for some reason, they are unable, (! possibly retarded?) and then get offended cause they think I snubbed them – idiots). But as I don’t have a huge ‘friend’ network, I don’t really encounter people I know, anyway, so I don’t concern myself with “looking”. Suits me just fine. I remember when I was 18 driving with my friend and her parents, as we overtook another car, the mother literally took off her seat beat, and turned sideways, facing the window directly, so she could see and look as to who it may be, as we passed!!! She was a very social person and would have large network of friends in their rural community, so I guess, that was quite a normal thing for her, although I remember being slightly embarrassed for her. She’s like the opposite me! But so, there are many people who love to play The Looking Game. Maybe the ‘sign dogs’ thinks everybody should be doing just what that mother did, all the time! Go and play with ones that WANT to look. I have no interest in looking at anyone. (except eye candy on telly!) Plus, I think the main people who think I should look at them, are ‘peacocks’, with that personality of “look at me, look at me look at me, look how good and pretty I am” - It’s like a childish 3rd born thing, and these grown adults haven’t grown out of that mentality. And thus, want me to look at them! (Not saying they are 100% to blame for their Peacock mentality; a starvation of love, I believe, is a big contributing factor into the Peacock personality. AND I am also not saying the Peacock personality is all bad, in many situations; somebody has to be the spokesperson, the good communicator, the story teller. And we all love looking at beautiful things. But I have “Peacock Problems”, that is, people of this personality type getting pissed off, because they think I refuse to look at them, and so they do something to antagonize me, which usually involves stealing, as it is actually not quite so easy to antagonize me. I am a cool calm and collected person. Hence the thefts. So, I have their dysfunction I have to put up with, endure, observe and get pissed off about at THEIR dysfunction, not mine! I mentioned my green beanie was stolen, and it was stolen because when I was walking in front of all the units wearing my green beanie; I was not looking. I was most likely looking down at the pavement or at my unit where I was headed, I have some beautiful plants out front. So, I certainly wasn’t looking at any of the other units as I was walking in front of them. And I was advised that my beanie was stolen because I didn’t look at any of the units as I was going past (?) Can you believe that? I think the person who stole that might’ve been the new guy in number 8, just after it was stolen he seemed to have left, as there’s a different person with a different car living in that unit, (but it was very strange because there was no change over of tenancy, there’s quite a big rigmarole if there’s a new lease and a new occupant, for some reason it takes the realestates several weeks to swap over a tenancy!). So, but that person who I think stole my beanie, was a PEACOCK, he would strutt around the unit carpark, he came up to me twice before he left, just wanting an excuse to talk to me. I asked the postman to keep a look out for my green beanie (he knocks on doors and delivers parcels) So far it has not been returned. And the other things they do, in regards to The Looking Game, which is a real nuisance; My unit is small and if I am in the kitchen or bedroom or work/computer space, I can see who’s coming and going, my unit has the unfortunate spot of being at the very entrance. So, they do strange ‘Car comings and goings’ in order to do signs. I want to further repeat here, Peacock types who want me to look at them are like pathetic little insecure mice types. I certainly have no time of day for a person with the mentality of peacockmouse! I prefer looking at healthy-ness, thanks very much. And I know, other people, have noticed this “ not looking thing” about me, (the dogs who are obsessed with me), and so, have taken it upon themselves to line up “peacockmice”. Seriously, they wait, all day sometimes, outside my complex, just waiting for me to stand near my big window and look outside, or go outside, so then they quickly drive past, so that I would inadvertently see them, or their car at least, they seem to be content if I just see their car. Then as soon as I see them, they leave. IDIOTS. (If I take my camera outside, they never, drive in. Such cowards.) This is been going on for years. Bored people who live on the streets during the day. They’re obviously unemployed or rich, and have all the time in the world to just sit outside my unit complex waiting, or possibly these are the hoons, that constantly drive up and down, waiting for some such opportunity, or waiting for the movie to end, or waiting for me to have a shower, or waiting for me to wash my hair…... RACK OFF little mice. An old man game. A little boy game. A dog game. Aside from the power tripping and psychological reasons why such people hang around me, I heard rich people come and hang around me, as it makes them feel good about being around someone who has not much money, it makes them feel better about their own unhappy rich lives. This apparently is also why they travel to poor countries like Nepal and the Philippines. () so, I heard! Since the woman in number five has left - this may have stopped? I’m not entirely sure, I tend not to pay attention if I know that they’re doing signs because the people doing signs are stupid and ignorant (and disrespectful). That woman who left may have been co-organizing it. I think she was the nice female stalker from Petersham 20 years ago, who has stalked me all the way up to Queensland? I talk about her in the ‘Cheese and Tomato Bread Roll story’. She named her, now teen daughter Emily. And now again, this is what I have to say about such sign people: Pathetic people are doing it. Pathetic idiots. You know if a woman in a relationship, encountered this behaviour from her partner, she would just tell them off, if they persisted with their nuisance behaviour, she would divorce and go through the courts if necessary. But the cowards in my life, on my back usually do not show themselves, so I can’t just tell them to fuck off. They are so insidiously evil, they have metaphysically attached themselves to someone who doesn’t actually want them hanging around, like a leach. And I want to remind you, in my life, it is usually women who harass me. Plus, I just remember something from 25yrs ago at a party; I had gone up to my aunt to talk to her about something, and that’s when I noticed the reaction from those two blonde mousy looking girls, who must’ve been following me around. They seemed to get really pissed off when I started speaking to my aunt. Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them before and again too, I know I have, I am constantly talking about “stupid dogs who follow me around”. So, it was at this party I realized, what they were doing, and it is some sort of sick sign punishment and reward game, but in reverse, as usually it’s the other way around. I have mentioned it before, there is some stupid twit who yells out “well pick up” – as in’ talk to someone’, then the dogs would leave you alone and not torment you. (akin to “To Kill a Mocking Bird”; if you watch a movie, they can’t torment you). So those bimbos were doing the opposite; if I do talk to someone, they would ‘pretend’ to get really pissed off. That’s their game, and they can no longer be dog perverts, as I ‘picked up’. Btw, doing the opposite of everything, creates a no-win situation for me; like, HOW ABSURD. They especially love the whole “smile and the whole world smiles with you”, an expression which must be their personal favourite rebellious ‘saying’, because they like to do the OPPOSITE of that; so, if I’m happy, dogs try to make me pissed off and angry via harassment, manipulation and public nuisance behaviour. Rack off you stupid little dogs. And you know, in 30 years, your little game has not worked, yet you still, follow me around. STUPID. (Greatly reduced as I write my public Blog and post photos of dogs). The image above is what I would be now purchasing, if I was not forced to move from Rangari. They are stunning roses. The real ‘Peacocks’ worth looking at. And I want them! Nature is stunning and worth living for. I have to update this photo story, because I didn't mention the A.M. and the P.M. ( am and pm ) This too, is an issue; different signs depending on what time of day it is. Yes, it's a thing with sign people. It's a little difficult to explain, but often if I go anywhere first thing in the morning, like before 9, then I get left alone, I don't get harassed by dogs of any type, no signs, no retailer dogs overcharging me at the counter, no discrimination tactics, no verbal harassment, no bullying, no one following me. It's actually kind of weird for me to note and observe these people, at different times of day. It’s a bit like watching monkees in a zoo. I'll put here a little example of what was going on for a while. I was going to do a whole separate story for it and call it the “Kmart Cunts”, but my blog is getting long now, so I'll just add it on here; Occasionally, I order things from Kmart online, and often it's much cheaper if I click and collect rather than get delivery {charges vary between $20 and $140 – ridiculous prices}. But, I have problems when I click and collect; if I go any time, basically after early in the morning, then these problems are ’arranged’ specifically for me, with the sole point of trying to make me feel uncomfortable {I literally have dogs tell me that they like making me feel uncomfortable, they get off on it, it's a power trip for them, they literally tell me they are ‘sick’}. And so after 3 or 4 pick-ups over 3 or 4 years, I went on Facebook (on my newly created fake name account, still not ban!), and said ‘who arranges the dogs Kmart’, and I was told “the staff, management, the manager, hands out $25 vouchers to people in the mall, outside, as I arrive in the car park, so there's a big influx of people instore just before I walk in”, which in turn means that I have to wait for extended periods for my click and collect, which is meant to be ready when I arrive. (30 minutes it took them once). So, there you go; that's what the staff at Kmart Sarina do. They truly are cunts and certainly undeserved of a pay packet of any sort, in my opinion. After I updated this story with the Kmart cunts, and ‘no problems’ before 9am paragraph; the following time I went into Sarina, this morning, the stupid dogs of course decided to do the opposite, and so instead of the usual no one at the servo at 7am in the morning, there was at least 25 people there beeping me, with one woman blocking me so I had to go to the browser that didn't really work very well; this is such a typical pacific aggressive thing that they do, so typical. But it got worse, as next I went to Mitre 10 to get a Margarite Daisy, and they had just sprayed the nursery with pesticides, I literally was sick after about 30 seconds of being in there, plus there were radio DJ and musician dogs on the radio that blares in there in the overhead speakers (why do they do that? ;we don’t want the radio on whilst shopping – you morons.) (Total evil element of musician’s – it’s real, if I had teenagers, I would ban them via EXPLAINATION METHOD, from listening to music, they are that devious. - Same goes with many people who work in the television and movie industry; complete irresponsible greedy thieves, and while I'm in this particular area; stop trying to make me feel guilty about purchases that I make; just piss off you stupid unwanted 3rd borns. Show some goddamn respect). And when I drove away in my car, once again I had car problems, now this is the 4th time this is happened when parked in Sarina, in a carpark, and when I've left I've had car problems. It hasn't happened anywhere else, only in Sarina. I don't think this is a coincidence. My old man neighbour says it's just a fuel injection problem, and it can't be something that is done deliberately i.e. fuel tank tampered with. But I'm not so sure he knows - a lot of people tend to be naive about the evil antics of what cunts do, plus he implied I forgot, and when someone does that and I did NOT forget, then it’s usually about the phenomena “do not tell, otherwise there will be repercussions”. Well, as I have already explained I do not believe in living an oppressed life – did you think I was joking when I said that? I am always going to tell when you steal from me or harass me – you silly bimbo. (And no, on a DIFFERENT matter, I did not tell council about the Thai plant, that is what the dogs in the industry do, they like to muck things up for everyone, they’re stupid). I put a warning on my gardening group, warning people about going into the nursery section because there's area full of pesticide stench, and I said I was going to have to stock up on vegetables in case there was any toxic particles entering body. This could be a case of passive aggressive dogs here; there some people who don't know that if you come into contact with toxins that cause cancer, then, if you are healthy enough, and eat enough vegetables, they combat any bad cells, and stop them from growing into cancer. I'm thinking they may have wanted me to talk about this problem, and sacrificing me with poisons, is not a concern for them. I have a very loud voice, so I have been advised. Just like those evil scientist who work on animals and have no regard for the well-being of those test animals, or the cunts that hand out viruses to me at jobs providers- who btw, I spoke to yesterday, as they mucked up my payments, and I was forced to call them. Rebeka and Michael at IntoJobs, regional manager. PURE EVIL and BUGGER OFF. I later found out Centrelink had not sent me the app notifications, so they are to blame for all problems, but jobs provider should have fixed it when I told them, but they did not, delib. I went to update this story today 2026, I wanted to mention one of the signs they do by “girl losers so she has to walk and she doesn't get a car, what a looser stupid blonde” - seriously that’s what they do. like they're really rude, they have no respect for anyone, it's their game played by stupid bloody idiots: they are a menace and a nuisance. Anyway, when I went to insert that paragraph in this story I got halfway, realized how long it was, and thought I really can't be bothered to read all of this, I mean I live this shit that they do EVERY DAY. Do I need to be reminded of it this evening? No. It was only just yesterday in fact, when I went to Woolworths (online Asian nerd refused to deliver my preferred oil, so had to go instore), that they were doing this very sign. As Woolworths are stealing from me at Sarina, and so they're doing signs now about it “the blonde bimbo won at Sarina Woolworths, so you lose”. So, I guess nuisance idiots are telling me that I shouldn't shop at Sarina Woolworths because they're stealing from me. Like I somehow need to be told this?? Woolworths are stealing from me, they're charging me double the price, it's blatant discrimination, I put in a complaint but they're quite happy to discriminate, it seems even if they are exposed as discriminating, they don't care. But the people who do those signs are worse to deal with even than Woolworths. It is still my decision if I shop at Woolworths or not, however the people who do signs are there, not because of my decision. They are there because they are a tormenting nuisance power trippers. And in fact, they're so obvious, (usually they are way more passive aggressive so that no one else can see – to try and make me sound crazy) that today someone else was doing signs saying that the sign people ought to be sued for psychological torment, damages. Now that day, I saw who was doing signs it was an intojobs.com car, who I have nothing to do with but are employed by Centrelink. Although it may have been a fake ad on the car, just some stupid rich computer nerd doing it, thinking they are diabolical. (Idiot- do you see what I mean all men are fuckin idiots. – the girls were doing signs “add to you way to get rid of pricks “Read feminist books”). Who pays those car people? it was Sunday afternoon, in a cyclone. They'll be getting triple pay. Getting paid to be a nuisance, polluting the air, a tormenting nuisance polluter that somebody thinks should be sued. I would like to sue them, but when you have no money for a lawyer, you can't actually sue! And besides, no one sues anyone in Australia. It's like the government wanting to sue themselves. It’s why the lotto is rigged. “she could do some serious damage if she was rich” IMAGE THAT GOES ALONG WITH THIS PHOTOSTORY 26. The Cult Phenomenon I have mentioned on my blog that I think home-schooling is the way to go, due to my experience with a few bad teachers, but it’s more than that as well. It’s like the whole concept of a bunch of 30 odd kids all sitting facing one person who is meant to be telling them ‘All that’s good’, it really encourages a cult like psyche, and this is why, I was told, that, cults were a big thing back in the 70’s, because the kids were so used to just sitting listening to one person, so when they were unleashed on to the world, they were a little lost, so they formed, and joined cults! I guess since then, the education system has improved somewhat, because there’s not huge cult movement, at the moment, although I believe they still exist in America. But, the whole classroom concept, with one person telling a bunch of other kids what to do - if you think about it, it’s weird. When I was 18/19, doing my 2-year associate diploma course after school, I was friends with a classmate, a woman who was older, she had a family, husband, and 3 kids. Occasionally we all would meet out of college, and visit fashion things, like parades and expos. This one day she and I were out doing something, and she wanted us to stop by this, what appeared to be a weird religious group. It was a strange building, not a church, and not a recognisable standard religion, it was in the inner-city suburbs. I can’t remember what the religion was, but it was a religion apparently. I found it altogether very odd, and it reminded me of a cult. I thought it was weird that she would take me to a place like that, it was like, she assumed that I was here in Sydney, on my own, and so, she was wondering, why I hadn’t joined a cult of some sort! She was really trying to encourage me to join that religion, whatever it was. I felt it was a passive aggressive attack from her, even so passive that she couldn’t see her evil tendency, of wanting me to succumb to a cult. (later I can see; she dog). I did have a fair amount of religion growing up, so maybe it is people who didn’t have this religion growing up, who succumb to cults too? Not sure. At age 19 I still had teachers trying to tell me what to do, so I certainly wasn’t going to join a cult! I’ve noticed all throughout my life, there is a never-ending amount of people who will try to tell you what to do. Why anyone would want to join a cult is beyond comprehension for me. I bet there’s been no cults that have actually given out the most important advice you need, and that’s about money; when you start working you need to take out a mortgage and borrow that money so you can have somewhere to live, and then latter, make money from that money that you borrowed. It’s like the basic fundamental about life at the moment as we know it, and has been this way for quite some time. Yet, I don’t recall anyone ever telling me this little bit of a valuable information when I was growing up. How many years of schooling was it…...12 years of schooling, not one mention about this little factor. Absurd. 27. A Third of my Childhood in the Water I've mentioned on my blog how I spent a third of my childhood in the water; aside from the Gunnedah pool, and the ocean down at grandmas, there was a river that flowed by Gunnedah, called The Namoi. It was a fairly large river, see photo above. even though the water was always murky dirty brown, it was always quite pretty down near the river, because there were large trees, and abundant wildlife, and even beautiful weeping willows back then. And it usually always flowed, I think I recall once it didn't flow, although after I left Gunnedah in 2018, and there were a couple more really dry years, so it may have stopped flowing for a while then (?). It was fairly deep, you couldn't walk across it, plus the flow was too strong. There are a few spots where people go swimming, but no designated public area. Just down from the bridge, someone had tied up a rope from a big tree and I remember swinging off it with whole heap of teenagers, having a blast. It’s still there. When I moved back in at dad's briefly, I used to take his dog Tessa, who had a sore leg, down to the river, and only after a few short weeks, she fully recovered from her sore leg (that she had for ages), the river had given her a new lease of life. I highly recommend anyone with an old dog, or I guess a dog of any age, taking them for walks down by the river - they absolutely love going for walks down by the river. Tessa would just wander around the shoreline especially, and get fairly wet and stinky. She really loved it. I recalled swimming one day too close to an eddy, and I got totally sucked under the water, by the whirling undercurrent. I was holding something in my hand, I think I might've been a camera and my hat. I managed to hold them straight up above my head, the water came up to my wrist as I got sucked straight down, I hit the bottom, and was able to push off the bottom, out of the eddy, still not getting my camera and hat wet! Lol! I was reminded I am just like dad; that's exactly something he would do; Save the hat and the camera! (But also, the 'underside of the universe' telling me - "we don't want you, get back up there!"). I remember in my youth, when I was swimming, I wouldn't care if I was cold, like if I had been in for so long that I was shivering. I’m thinking, looking back, being cold regularly helped my back, my fascia. By the way, I have this vague memory of when I was swimming as a child: I am someone who didn't really notice other people, like I was just in my own world, swimming, having fun, playing, sometimes if there were other kids about, they would join in and play to. I just would never concern myself with other people in the pool, or what anyone else was doing. I was fully engrossed in playing in the water, always. {Actually I believe this is a reason why I may have problems with certain types; they see me in my own little world and want to interject. They want to interfere with my happy content living. -Maybe just want to involve themselves, but don’t know how to do it, and so become a nuisance - in my opinion, those people would have to be 3rd borns, and from families that raised such personality types}. Anyway, one time at the pool, I looked up and had a look around, and I noticed there was at least a dozen older men, maybe 18, 20, 25 year-olds, just standing around the pool, leaning on the rail, staring at me! So, back then I noticed but was not concerned by it. Of course, now, the alarm bells are going off - if I had kids I would definitely not send them to the public pool and especially not on their own, as we were, always up there on our own. I was reminded of this story because recently, I visited the Mackay local public pool in Autumn to try and cold treat my foot, and seriously, there was this guy who worked there, starring at me the entire time I was there! I am a slightly overweight 52yr old now!! I did a review for that pool on Facebook, I will put it here (I got no response from the staff on FB). “Mmm, well let me see, first of all when I checked with the girl behind the kiosk the week before, she didn't let me know that there was going to be heating switched in all the pools. And so then when I arrived a week later, the girl behind the counter told me that the pool is closed, and only the small pool is open, and if I wanted to come in I could, and it would be a free charge. So I go in, and after about an hour, having to endure the incredibly over loud music, on the loudspeakers, which I have to tell you, is really annoying, why would you want to think we want to listen to music when we're at the pool swimming? we don't), anyway they suddenly cleared the barrier and opened the other pool. I strongly suspect there was nothing wrong with it in the first place. The staff seemed to be filled with hate, and wanted to cause problems. And after spending 3 hours in the water, trying to "cold treatment" my sore foot - which didn't work because the pool was heated. I left, but was later given a fake speeding ticket by the police for $500 (was not speeding on the day, but they said I was), which I believe was brought about from the people at this pool - it was like a "toll" for staying there for so long. It's all connected, and related, and I had a very negative experience of the people at Mackay. And hope never to have to return to that pool. Oh, and by the way, when I was there, the entire time, one of the guys who worked there, was staring at me from across the pool, THE ENTIRE TIME - it was a most unacceptable situation. 28. Conditioned Women Deliberately trying to be Bimbo to get “ADORED” People Trying to Feel Important by Making Jokes, Showing Off to Colleagues They do this ALL THE TIME, it is infuriating. And also, because when ‘daft’ people try to come up with a joke, it’s usually at someone else’s expense – mine. Like those old Australia’s Funniest Home Videos - seeing someone fall over, and thinking its hilarious. Daftiés like that type of humor. For example, if I chose ‘click and collect’ instead of deliveries for Woolies, I save $18, so it is in my necessary interest to ‘click and collect’ rather than get my usual delivery (price hike). So when I go there, they pretend to be COMPLETELY HOPELESS BIMBOS and muck up EVERY order so far, usually resulting me having to wait in the car park for 20 minutes until they bring it out “oh, I did not see your car in the bay” or “unpacking groceries from trolley to boot – no we don’t do that , you have to do that” or “we did not get the notification that you were here" or when I am there and have to call them as they did not bring groceries out “I’ll just check for you” – then hang up on me multiple times. SUCH CUNTS. You know I think when they do this REPEATEDLY, they do so, as they are looking for a particular response. It’s like they want me to be “graceful”, like they want me to adore their ‘bimbo’ behaviour. You know, this is a conditioning by men, men who like bimbos, those men have imparted their will over women so much, that now women are deliberately trying to be bimbo to get “adored”. So sick. So stupid. You know if you are rude and disrespectful, I am not going to adore you, infact I will most likely hate you, and tell you in a roundabout manner to go fuck yourself. Oh, and the train people here at Sarina, who can hear me and read my Blog, and are constantly beeping at me, re winning and losing; did something to the train on my way to woolies last night, they blocked the road, so they never moved the train off the crossing, - all traffic eventually gave up and had to drive down to the next crossing to get across the highway to woolies- they do this deliberately, from experience, its not the first time they have done this, they have done this at least 6 times now. They try to delay me in order to steal from me – I think they may have stolen my cherry red shrimp. Stupid train men. By the by, photo above shows brilliant Woo den Ear Buds with Cotton Tips, so the plastic ones do not pollute the earth and ocean – hooray for this manufacturer! 29. Centerlink Complaint about Age Pension for Women According to your website: Age Pension age is: 65 years and 6 months, if you were born between 1 July 1952 and 31 December 1953 66 years, if you were born between 1 January 1954 and 30 June 1955 66 years and 6 months, if you were born between 1 July 1955 and 31 December 1956 67 years, if you were born on or after 1 January 1957. You know, if you look at sport in Australia, there’s MEN’s, and there’s WOMEN’s; they are clearly divided because it is WIDELY KNOWN, (a recognised factor) that men are much stronger than women. So, I’m wondering why retirement age for men at 67 is the same as for women? As far as I’m concerned, women’s retirement age should be brought down to 50. I would say for any woman who chooses to retire and take a pension at 50+, she ought to be able. Wake up Centrelink, you have to actually think about the rules you make, and not just make them according to how you WISH they ought to be. Not all women are married to rich well paid (overpaid men), who can support their wives in their female weakness of their 50’s and 60’s. Why are you punishing smart unmarried woman? Maybe you are under the DELUDED impression that all smart women are rich! Well, newsflash – it does not work like that, there are plenty of smart women who are on low incomes. HEAPS. The image above shows another, yet another, tank I have cleaned. How many tanks will I have to clean out in my life time, how many fucking rentals do I have to live in? Now, just waiting for rain. It never rained; I ended up leaving before it rained anyway. Why are you offering me rentals with a 6month lease, when I need somewhere to live for the rest of my life? I note, about 6mnths after I had made this observation complaint, I noticed there was a new additional payment for unemployed singles at age 55 or over; of $57.20 {added on to the Newstart allowance} a win, but not really a recognition of retirement age already. Plus a reduction {as in a complete stop} of ‘condescending running through jobs providers hoops’, needs to go along with the additional payment. I am age 50 at this time btw. Also I heard some such politician, who was organising the next upcoming Olympics (or was it Commonwealth Games(?); she was trying to convince people that there ought NOT be men's division and women's division, because women were just as strong as men....lol. See what happens when you think about something, and realise the truth of the matter; bad jokes! 30. Cheese and Tomato Bread Roll Story So, one day I happened to be outside my block of units here at Sarina, and there happened to be a woman with a moving van, trying to reverse it in. She was the blonde woman who has a teenage daughter who lives 3 units down from me. I’ve spoken to her 3 or 4 times since I’ve been here in the last 2 years. Always amicably. I did not know when she moved in, or how long she had been there. I did not recognise her as someone I have known. I do not know her name. So, I asked her if she’s moving out, she said “yes, she’s going down to New South Wales”, and that was pretty much the end of our conversation. But she and her daughter (whose name happened to be Emily), I think they might have been causing problems for me, I’m not entirely sure, but the more I think about them, and the more I look at their photos (I have photos of everyone who lives here, and who comes here). Plus, as I have mentioned, I have dogs that come in and stare at me and leave again, and occasionally, I just thought, it had something to do with that woman, as they often seem to just stop outside, her unit? But I wasn’t sure. So that day, after speaking with her again plus something else I was reminded of that day, I realised that, that woman was this woman from Enmore, in Sydney, who I had met briefly when I worked down there at Grave Attire; What happened, this one time, was that I decided I was going to walk up the road a bit to the bakery and get a dozen bread rolls, then make them all up with meatloaf and put them in the freezer, so I could just grab one every day before work, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about lunch every day. So, I went, got my dozen rolls, might have been 2 dozen now, I can’t quite remember. 2 supermarket bags full of bread rolls! My brother happens to pass by the shop that afternoon, and he saw the bread rolls by my desk, and made the comment that they looked stale, probably two days old. So, I wasn’t too impressed with the owners of the bread shop, well, I thought, that’s how they treat neighbours in Enmore. But I thought well, if they’re going in the freezer, I probably won’t notice anyway. (And did not; actually, the staleness of them made them ‘crusty’ and not soggy frozen! – I know what I’m doing!!) So, the next day, I’m sitting in my shop, eating my meatloaf, roll, and this lady from up the road, she said she was from the sandwich shop, next door to the bread shop. I didn’t usually venture out up to the other end of the street, anyway, but she came into the shop and she was talking to me for a bit, and then out of the blue, she offered to make me up a roll, a proper roll from the sandwich shop! (I suspect maybe the whole street may have heard of the whole stale roll situation?). I said to her “no, I have 1 or 2 dozen meatloaf rolls to go through, I was fine”. But the next day, she came back into my shop with a made-up bread roll, she insisted I have it, she insisted. So even though I already eaten my meat loaf roll that day, I reluctantly took it, and I didn’t give her any money for it either, because I had told her “No” repeatedly. But, since she was so insistent, I took it and ate it shortly after she left (an advantage of having a “pot belly” – I can eat just like just how a camel drinks! (This was a time before the movie Fight Club, I certainly would not eaten it after that movie came out). I recall it was cheese and tomato with seasoning, and this is not something I would ever purchase or order. However, it was absolutely delicious. I’d never had a nicer roll. I think, it may be due to the fact that the bread roll was so fresh. I don’t think I’ve ever been given or served bread that was so fresh and delicious (living on a farm 30km out of town – I had never had really fresh bread). So, I don’t recall venturing back up there and thanking her? I may have, I am kind of a polite and respectful person. I definitely thanked her at the time after she gave it to me, but I guess in retrospect that she did something nice for me, I should’ve done something nice for her, maybe given her one of the velvet scrunchies that was so popular in the shop. But shortly after that the shop closed down and I moved up to the Central Coast. I really gave that woman no more thought, although occasionally when I saw a tomato and cheese roll, I would think of that one I ate back then and how good it was, and how nice that lady was making it for me when she saw the shop next door had totally screwed me over with stale bread rolls. So, over the years, with all this thieving that was going on in my life. People have often hinted to me that it’s mother and a daughter related, they would hint that a mother would use her daughter as an excuse to steal, they would think, “oh well, I’ve got a daughter to support, so I’m going to take it.” like that’s their stupid mentality and their attitude. And I fathom that they were not just talking about any single women with daughters, but also married ones, they also have this fake justified mentality to steal from women who don’t have kids. (They are fucked women by the way). Suffice to say, whenever I encountered a mother and daughter together, I am very wary, I would automatically assume that they are thieves and probably people to be avoided. I guess this would be the same case with mothers and sons, but I have a firm rule now, to stay away from all mothers, and actually I avoid all women - they’re all thieves, so far as my experience goes. In fact, I think I must be the only ‘non-thief’ left in Australia. So, I’m certain now that this blonde woman who was living next door to me, was the same woman from Enmore, and has been following me around the whole of Australia with her daughter, stealing from me? It certainly looks like her though, but it has been 26 years since the Good Bread Roll incident. And maybe since I did not race up to the sandwich shop and sing her praises about the bread roll, that she’s decided to follow me around and steal from me for the next 26 years? If this is the case I can assure you that woman is completely nuts, albeit, good at making bread rolls. You know, I mentioned elsewhere on my blog that I have had women who make helpful suggestions, and so, like they want compensation somehow for making a helpful suggestion; but since I have no idea who they are, they just take and help themselves. Maybe this is along the same lines, except I did meet that woman. Complete stupidity. When I moved into these units, I made a point of delivering a small note to each of the units, stating who I was, and if they wanted to know anything about me to go and read my blog! Since I keep to myself, experience tells me that if a ‘dog’ personality does not know you, but sees you, then they will be disrespectful to you. But I suspect that woman has started reading my blog and figured out that she has made a mistake with her life and so has finally left? Btw, I think 2 of the workers in that bakery who sold me those rolls, lived in the smelly cat unit? Both tall, skinnish with blackish hair. So, I have just worked out; it was that woman’s daughter who poisoned my Native Hibiscus. I saw her that day carrying the spray bottle, she had been behaving oddly opening the gardeners car door, I wondered what she was doing. She was wearing her hair in a pony tail – I tend to only recognise people if they wear their hair in exactly these same way all the time! (This can be a little confusing! J). Plus, I think that woman and her daughter might have been stealing my laundry powder from the car port? As it was stolen off my veranda when I lived at Gin Gin too, I can only assume, that these are the dogs following me around and stealing from me, plus verbally yelling out and harassing me?? I think back to that time in Enmore, as I don’t think that blonde woman would be doing this on her own devices. I think she might have been ‘egged on’ by this other woman that came into my shop; one day at around about the same time, it was a little strange, I was introduced to her, by some other customer, as someone who is very wealthy and had lots of money to spend on something to wear, to some event or something. I can’t quite remember the details, but possibly I have seen that woman harassing me up at Cairns – she has the ability to manipulate other “sleeping beauties” around me. And she might’ve formed some sort of weird obsession with me? “Look what I can do!!” – there was another incident involving a lot of money, and I’m actually not going to talk about it, but she obviously has too much money, and no job, nothing to do – so it could be HER responsible for everything, all the female harassment and theft problems?? Rich stupid dog! She had brown hair and was kind of plump/average size average weight. No idea what her name was, although I do remember, she was wearing an amazing outfit when she came into the shop, so she is a fashion person, a fashion related person. One day a book of designer wedding dresses was sitting on my shop desk, I think it was from her? (I had made wedding dress recently), and the book was full of amazing dresses, out of this world, they leave the ‘meringue look’ in the dust. All the dresses were ‘off white’, I suspect it was a joke, a rich persons joke; only white for the “pure”. She is a little sick. But the harassment I have received over the years, has certainly not been funny for me in any way; fuck off you stupid brunette bimbo, you deserve a bullet to the ear, and get your own fucking life and stop using me to amuse yourself -stop using me to try to give your own life meaning. I have to say, it seems a lot of people like making up jokes – I have heard and seen some seriously funny and clever things, things that people just come up with spur of the moment, or, I note, things that have had A LOT of time, thought and planning, put into it – so many people like making up jokes, infact, most people I encounter make up jokes, even people with odd or none, senses of humour! I think it has become a competition for that rich woman and her friends, and they have set a “trend”. Stealing is not funny you stupid bimbos. The photos above show the blonde woman in no 3 (from Enmore), and the 2 young girls walking around the car park {half naked}, are her then teenage daughter, named Emily, (!) and her daughters brunette friend. I have no idea why they would poison my trees that I planted. WHY! Delusional idiots? And this explains why, when I asked the gardener who that girl was, he said “she might be his daughter” MIGHT! that stupid gardener was lying to save that little bitch – see, this is what happens, with all stupid little bitches; they get people to protect them, and therefore they never suffer any consequences for their evil behaviour, and so they keep doing it; stupid gardener. And good thing I wrote my Blog. Both that blonde woman and her daughter belong in jail, they are a police matter, unbeknownst to the police. Life Stories P20 Next to p21 STOLEN ITEMS About P1, About P2, Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15 , LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20 (this), LSP21, LSP22,

I also want to add there are certain people who really don’t allow single ladies to exist in the world, there’s a huge issue around single women, which I’ve talked about before, so I won’t go into it now again, but you can see how it’s in the best interest for the ‘powers to be’ to greatly improve parenting skills and teaching methods, to rid the world of those particular dysfunctions. Women are on the way of ‘savvy-ing’ up! Although by banning me from social media – they have yet taken another Life Stories P19 1. More Apricot Grievances Prompted to write this after my one of my beloved brands, that I’ve been purchasing from for over 30 years has “sold out”. Actually, it was my mother who started buying Angus Park dried apricots, some 40-50 years ago; I would have them every day for ‘play lunch’! As now a supermarket budget buyer, I’ve tried other brands of dried apricots, but all other brands use Mediterranean Turkish Apricots, and I don’t know how they manage to make them taste so awful, they just don’t compare to the Angus Park Apricots. This year I noticed it’s been extremely hard to get Angus Park Apricots from the supermarket, they have always been sold out or not available. Then last month, finally, all the Angus Park selection were in stock. I purchased 3 different varieties; Diced, Soft and Juicy, and Regular. But much to my horror, the Diced, plus the Soft and Juicy, were not the usual apricots, they were the Mediterranean Turkish Apricots that have absolutely no flavour! Angus Park have sold out to the Turks. I wonder why they would keep producing a fruit that has inferior flavour to other types of apricots? Because I’m pretty sure the flavourful varieties will grow just as well in Turkey, as their traditional ones do. As someone who has established an orchard, I know it’s really not that difficult to produce excellent quality dried apricots. It’s a little strange that there is not only a shortage, but there is lack of knowledge about what is tasty and what is not. I think this is an area where the government has to step in and put a ban on Turkish Mediterranean Apricots because they’re so horrible, and you know what, maybe the rest of the world has ‘cottoned’ to the fact of which are the tasty ones, and which aren’t, and so they have taken all the tasty ones for themselves, and given Australia the ones that don’t taste very good, because most Australians are a bloody asleep at the wheel. Wake Up. {Or possible the Turks are asleep}. Maybe they’re too busy fighting. You can see from this photo that there is a plain looking difference, between the Mediterranean Turkish Apricots and other varieties. The ones above with that deep beautiful orange - those ones are the tastiest too, the ones below, the Mediterranean Turkish ones, are as bland as they look. 2. ‘Satsuma’, ‘Mariposa’, ‘KingBilly’ and ‘Angelina’ - my 4 Plum trees that wereSeasonally Stolen I had purchased and grown 4 plum trees under the nets in my Rangari garden, mainly because I knew I liked plums, and I could rarely find any plums in the supermarket, and if I did, often they just weren’t ripe, weren’t picked at the right time, so they didn’t ripen. So, I really wanted to grow them. I also wanted to make my own personal stash of sun-dried plums for emergency digestion problems! Just in case, I should need to take antibiotics again! So finally, my trees grew. They are quite large trees. When they’re ready, so it seems not only did I want to pick my plums, but all my neighbours in the area wanted to pick my plums (how did they know?, I never told anyone I had fruit trees). Actually, as they are so slow growing, they were only ready in the last 3 years that I was there, each year, some of my plums were stolen by intruders, entering into my netting tunnel and taking what they wanted. I personally suspect the stupid blonde girl who stalks me, and steals from me, was responsible, she steals them, then sells them in the supermarket - she has connections with Coles Gunnedah. I don’t know how I could make it any clearer, that these were not her plums, they were MY plums. I paid for them. I grew them, and I tended them. She has no right to come onto my rental property and take anything. How do you get through to a blonde bimbo that she cannot do this? how? Why do I have to endure stupid dogs who steal from me? There are plenty of home fruit tree growers – is that what they have to endure too?; neighbours and other stupid dogs stealing their home-grown organic delicious fruit? Just as I was about to put up a camera, I was given notice to leave. As I left, I picked as many plums as I could, even though they weren’t quite ripe, and I fermented them at Longs cottage, although unfortunately the large glass container that I purchased, was not airtight, and so it failed. I’m pretty sure those plums would still be there, being eaten by someone else who should not be there. Here is a list of al the food I grew at Rangari, a long term investment for myself – ripped away: (there are photos of all in my Google Album ) 1. Achillea filipendulina – Yarrow 2. Allium schoenoprasum – Chives 3. Allium tuberosum - Garlic Chive 4. Almond – ‘Self Pollinating’ 5. Alpinia caerulea – Australian Ginger 6. Alternanthera sissoo – Brazilian Spinach 7. Apium graveolens - Pink Celery 8. Apple – ‘Cox’s Orange Pippin’ – Malus domestica 9. Apple – Dwarf ‘Tropic Sweet’ 10. Apple - Dwarf ‘Tropical Anna’ 11. Apple ‘Fuji’ – Malus pumila Miller var. domestica 12. Apple ‘Royal Gala’ 13. Apricot - Prunus armeniaca 14. Apricot ‘Blenheim’ - Prunus armeniaca 15. Apricot ‘Moorepark’ – Prunus armeniaca 16. Apricot ‘Story’ - Prunus armeniaca 17. Arrowroot - Canna indica var. edulis 18. Asparagus officinalis – Asparagus ‘Mary Washington’ 19. Austromyrtus dulcis x tenuifolia - Copper Tops 20. Bean ‘Flageolet Flagrano’ – Phaseolus vulgaris ‘Flagrano’ 21. Bean Cherokee Wax 22. Black Currant - Ribes nigrum 23. Blackberry - Common – cross of many 24. Blue Curled Kale – Brassica oleracea var sabellica 25. Bok Choi, Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis 26. Borage – Borago officinalis 27. Boysenberry X of: Ribes idaeus 28. Brassica juncea - Yukina 29. Brassica oleracea var sabellica 30. Brazilian Tree grape - Myrciaria cauliflora 31. Broadbean ‘Long Pod’ 32. Broccoli ‘Di Cicco Early’ - Brassica oleracea var. italica 33. Broccoli Green Sprouting Calabrese 34. Cabbage 'Red Acre' 35. Cabbage 'Sweet Prime’' 36. Cajanus cajan syn. Cajanus indicus 37. Capparis spinosa sp inermis – Thornless Caper Bush 38. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Alma Paprika’ 39. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Californian Wonder’ 40. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Orange Bell’ 41. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Yellow’ 42. Carissa macrocarpa - Natal Plum 43. Carob - Ceratonia siliqua 44. Carpobrotus edulis - Pigface 45. Carrot ‘St Valery’ – Daucus carrota 46. Carrots ‘ All Seasons’ 47. Carrots ‘ check label’ 48. Carrots ‘Early Nantes’ 49. Casimiroa edulis - White Sapote 50. Cauliflower ‘Snowball’ - Brassica oleracea var. botrytis 51. Cauliflower 'Purple' 52. Celery - Apium graveolens var dulce 53. Centella asiatica - Gotu Kola 54. Chamaecytisus prolifer – False Lucerne Tree 55. Chenopodium album – Fat Hen 56. Cherry – ‘Pretty Gully’ 57. Cherry ‘Lapins’ - Prunus avium 58. Chestnut - Castanea sativa 59. Chia - Salvia hispanica 60. Chilean Guava - Ugni molinae 61. Chilli ‘Habenero’ 62. Chinese Radish 'Red Meat' - Raphanus sativus 63. Common Mallow - Malva neglecta 64. Coriandrum sativum – Coriander (every year) 65. Corn, Sweet, ‘Hawaiian’, Eden seeds - Zea mays convar. saccharata var. rugosa 66. Cornus mas – Cornelian Cherry, Diggers (2009) 67. Cos Lettuce and Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis 68. Cow Pea – Vigna unguiculat 69. Creeping Thyme - Thymus serpyllum coccineus 70. Cucumber – Cucumis sativus ‘Lebanese’ 71. Cucumber Green Gem 72. Cymbopogon flexuosus – Lemon Grass 73. Cyphomandra betacea – Tamarillo or Tree Tomato 74. Daikon – Raphinus sativus acanthiformis 75. Dandelion - Taraxacum officinale 76. Diakon 77. Dill – Anethum graveolens 78. Dolichos lablab - Purple Hyacinth Bean 79. Dragon Fruit, Pearl - Hylocereus undatus 80. Dutch Cream Seed Potato - Solanum tuberosum 81. Dwarf Pea ‘ Blue Bantam’ 82. Eggplant ‘Early Long Purple’ -Solanum melongena 83. Elderberry - Sambucus nigra 84. Eletaria cardomum – Cardomom 85. Eugenia aggregata - Cherry Of The Rio Grande 86. Existing red grape 87. Fagopyrum esculentum – Buckwheat 88. Feijoa sellowiana - Pineapple Guava 89. Fennel ‘Florence’ – Foeniculum vulgare dulce 90. Ficus macrophylla - Moreton Bay Fig 91. Fig - Ficus carica - Common Fig 92. French Sorrel - Rumex scutatus 93. Garden Cress - lepidium sativum 94. Garden Thyme - Thymus vulgaris 95. Grape – Vitis vinifera cultivar, ‘Centennial Seedless Large Early White’ 96. Horseradish - Armoracia rusticana 97. Hovenia dulcis - Japanese Raisin Tree 98. Hyacinth Bean - Dolichos lablab 99. Hyssop – Hyssopus officinalis 100. Ipomoea aquatic - Water Spinach or Kangkong 101. Jerusalem artichoke - Helianthus tuberosus 102. JostaBerry – Ribes x nidigrolaria 103. Juniperus communis - Juniper berry 104. Juniperus taxifolia var lutchuensis – Lutchuensis Juniper 105. Kaffir Lime - Citrus hystrix 106. Khol Rabi - Brassica oleracea 107. Kohlrabi - Brassica oleracea 108. Laurus nobilis – Bay Tree 109. Lemon ‘Meyer’- Citrus limon 110. Lemon Balm – Melissa officinalis 111. Lemon Tree - Citrus limon, cutting from Eureka 112. Lemon Tree ‘ Myer’- Citrus limon 113. Lettuce ‘Cos’ 114. Lettuce ‘Imperial’ 115. Lilly Pilly 116. Lime ‘Tahitian’ - Citrus latifolia 117. Linum marginale - Native Flax 118. Linum usitatissimum - Common flax 119. Loganberry - Rubus loganobaccus 120. Macadamia tetraphylla - Macadamia 121. Mango Kensington Pride (known as Bowen) 122. Marion berry - Rubus x“Cabernet of Blackberries” 123. Melissa officinalis – Lemon Balm 124. Melissa officinalis – Lemonbalm 125. Mentha - Common Mint 126. Monstera deliciosa – Fruit Salad Plant 127. Mulberry - Morus nigra, Black 128. Murraya koenigi - Curry Tree 129. Mustard, White 130. Nasturtium ‘Tom Thumb Black Velvet’ – Tropaelum minus, seed eBay, (2014) 131. Nectarine ‘Emillie’ - Prunus persica 132. Nectarine ‘May Grand’ 133. Nepeta mussinii – Cat Mint 134. Nettle - Urtica dioica 135. Ocimum basilicum - Thai Basil 136. Ocimum basilicum minimum – Basil ‘Minette’ 137. Onion ‘Cream Gold’ Allium cepa 138. Onion ‘Red Stem Welsh’ – Allium fistulosum 139. Onion Lockyer Gold 140. Onion Pukekohe, long keeper (allium cepa) 141. Onion Russian 142. Onion Strigunovsky 143. Onion Stuttgart Long Keeper 144. Orange ‘Washington Navel’ 145. Orange Tree ‘Lanes Late’ 146. Orange Tree ‘Leng Navel’ 147. Orange Tree ‘Seedless Valencia’ 148. Orange Tree ‘Washington Navel’ 149. Oregano 150. Pak Choi green 151. Passiflora exoniensis - Exoniensis Passionflower 152. Passiflora mollissima - Banana Passionfruit 153. Passionfruit ‘Nellie Kelly’ Passiflora edulis 154. Pea - Greenfeast 155. Peach ‘Anzac’ - Prunus persica 156. Peach ‘Suncrest’, Semi Dwarf - Prunus persica 157. Peacharine - (nectarine x peach) 158. Peanut ‘Virginia’ – Arachis hypogaea 159. Pear ‘Williams Bon Chretien’ – Pyrus communis 160. Pear Tree ‘Sensation’ 161. Petroselinum crispum – Parsley, Curled seed, GP (2009) 162. Phytolacca americana - American pokeweed 163. Pigeon Pea – Cajanus cajan syn. Cajanus indicus 164. Pinus pinea - Stone Pine 165. Plum ‘Angelina’ - Prunus domestica 166. Plum ‘KingBilly’ – Prunus domestica 167. Plum ‘Mariposa’ - Prunus domestica 168. Plum ‘Satsuma’ - Prunus domestica 169. Plum cot – (plum x apricot) 170. Polygonum odoratum – Vietnamese Mint 171. Potatoes – ‘Dutch Cream’ 172. Potatoes – ‘Nicola’ 173. Potatoes – ‘Spunta’ 174. Potatoes - crisp 175. Psidium cattleianum - Strawberry Guava 176. Psidium guajava – Cream Guava 177. Punica granatum – Pomegranate 178. Purple Podded Bean - Dolichos lablab 179. Purslane - Portulaca 180. Quinoa - Chenopodium quinoa 181. Radicchio 'Palla Rossa' 182. Raspberry - cross of many species in the Rubus genus mainly in the subgenus Idaeobatus 183. Raspberry "Heritage" 184. Raspberry “Tulllameen” 185. Red Aztec Spinach - Chenopodium berlandieri ssp. nuttaliae, 186. Red Currant - Ribes rubrum 187. Red Onion – ‘Early Californian Red’ 188. Red Shallots (10 Bulbs) - Allium cepa 189. Rhodomyrtus tomentose - Ceylon Hill Gooseberry 190. Ribes x nidigrolaria – Jostaberry 191. Rockmelon 192. Rose Apple – Eugenia jambos, (formally Syzygium) 193. Rosmarinus officinalis – Rosemary 194. Rosmarinus officinalis 'Prostratus' 195. Rubus idaeus – Raspberry ‘Tulameen’ 196. Rue – Ruta graveolens 197. Rumex crispus - Yellow Dock. Similar acting to Dandelion 198. Saffron Crocus 199. Salvia officinalis – Sage 200. Santalum acuminatum – quangdong 201. Santalum spicatum 202. Shallot ‘PicadorF1’ 203. Sichuan Pepper - Zanthoxylum piperitum 204. Snake Vine - Vigna unguiculata 205. Snow Pea ‘Yakumo’ - Pisum sativum 206. Soy Bean Ebay 207. Spaghetti Squash 208. Spinach ‘Monnopa’ – Spinacia oleracea 209. Spondias cytherea or Spondias dulcis – Ambarella 210. Sprouts – not sure what, possibly fenugreek 211. Squash ‘White Scallop’ - Cucurbita pepo 212. Strawberries – Fragaria x Ananassa 213. Sweet Corn ‘Hawaiian’ 214. Sweet Marjoram – Origanum majorana hortensis 215. Tansy – Tanacetum vulgare 216. Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis 217. Thornless Loganberry - Rubus loganobaccus (R. idaeus 'Red Antwerp' blackberry x R.ursinus - Raspberry) 218. Tomato - Lycopersicon esculentum - ‘Roma’ 219. Tomato - Lycopersicon esculentum – ‘Brandywine’ 220. Tulip ‘Negrita’ – Tulipa sp, GE black plastic pot, keeps moving around dead 221. Turmeric / Tumeric - Curcuma domestica 222. Unknown tuber – prob ginger edible? 223. Vaccinium corymbosum – Highbush Blueberry ‘Blue Rose’ 224. Vanilla - Vanilla planifolia 225. Vigna radiate - Mung Bean 226. Viola labradorica 227. Watercress – Nasturtium aquaticum 228. Watermelon ‘Cream of Saskatchewan’ – Citrullus lanatus 229. Watermelon ‘Moon and Stars’ - Citrullus vulgaris 230. White Currant - Ribes glandulosum 231. Witloof 232. Wurtz Avocado Semi Dwarf, Persea americana 233. Yacon - Smallanthus sonchifolius 234. Yarrow Achillea 235. Yukina - Savoy Cabbage- Brassica juncea 236. Zucchini ‘Black’ - Cucurbita pepo 237. Zucchini ‘GreenSkin’ - Cucurbita pepo 3. No Real Lawyers in Australia I mention in my Life Stories page on my Blog, that I tried to get a lawyer to sue Facebook under the constitutional law; we have right to think, speak and write as we believe. But there were no lawyers in Australia who would uphold this law, and fight on my behalf. NONE. No government agency either, just total reluctance to have anything to do with any online social media company. Of course, I’m guessing if I had 150 grand on the table, someone would step forward, but if you’re a typical working-class person or low income of any sort, forget about it, you do not have any rights if somebody comes along and kicks you off or bans you from any online forum, or violates your rights. You have no rights at all. I even tried the department of fair trading, as there is a huge trading system going on in Facebook, so to be ban from trading falls under a different law, but still they refused to have anything to do with social media websites, and they also specifically said eBay, can do as they please. Possibly this may be due to fear, fear from being sabotaged themselves online, as so many things are done Electronically, if you piss off a computer nerd, some of them are so stupid, dogged and have such a lack of common sense, they will do anything to sabotage and destroy you, just for a ti-ti. They are idiots. But idiots occupy every sector. In my opinion, the fact that nobody will do anything about my being kicked out of practically every social media platform available, makes the whole constitution a scam. It’s like the country is pretending to be a democracy, pretending to have all of these laws to protect us. But if there’s no one there to enforce them, then we don’t have them, it’s just something on paper, that sounds good – and something ‘good’ to talk about on TV, but it’s just talk, it’s not actually true. In 2020, I was ban from Facebook, Wiki, Flickr, Gumtree, eBay, Google reviews on Google Maps, and Spflr. It’s now 2023, and if I create a new name, email address, phone number and home address I can create another account on only Flickr, Gumtree, Google reviews and Spflr, however, not on Facebook, Wiki or eBay - they seem to have major Nazi dogs who work for them, and can determine IP addresses - or whatever other means they use, (dogs) to track the public, usually within half an hour they have tracked me, and deleted my account. Those people are fucked, and I have willed them to get cancer and die. but the others that I can re create another account on, I suspect only I can see my content, it is not visible to the public. I noticed the same applies to medical malpractice, no lawyer will sue unless the victim dies or ends up a paraplegic. But little DELIBERATE medical malpractices happen all the time in Australia. I have mentioned at least 10 on my blog, and not all involving me. You know there is going to be heaps more. The reason why it goes on is just this – no one ‘puts’ them in trouble, or makes them pay. Same reason. While I am at it – OMG, there are some lazy clueless pricks who work for the QLD Department of fair trading, clueless on how to communicate – how on earth did they get that specific job that requires excellent communication skills. What a scam bullshit Queensland gov department. (out of pocket $3000) Also, I have noted that if an Australian company is acting fraudulent, and as a result, endangering people‘s lives, and deaths ensue. Instead of being found guilty and being able to be sued by the families and to pay out millions or whatever the courts decide (billions?). Instead, the government or some such entity with significant powers, has come up with a system of fines, which means the company don’t get convicted of any crime, which means they can’t be sued or jailed. I did have a specific example to give you here, but it has been reworded or lost in speech to test translation, and I can’t remember it. But if I wrote the above, I know it to be true. It's like in this country, any one, (except me) can do anything they please, and not get in trouble for it. It’s like all the dogs are on my back, monitoring my internet activity, when all the actual criminals go about their business are undisturbed. Absurd government procedures. 4. Some People cannot Handle my Phone Call, and Inquiry Why is it, if I contact my jobs provider outside appointment time, suddenly they and Centrelink, and or government services, do some weird seemingly unnecessary thing, like create a portal that nobody uses, or create a big survey that nobody cares about and is pointless, and some such other things…. What is it exactly about me that prompts such an unnecessary, money wasting, undertaking? It seems to me, it would be far more appropriate if you actually asked me what needs to be done, and I could give you a whole list of things that need to be done. Just read my blog for starters. (The post office does it too – they seem to be connected) Although the post office has a far better understanding of what is required, like all parcels are now tracked, so postal workers and neighbours can no longer steal my mail. Smart. Ask them what you can do gov services! Wondering if I should start keeping track of all the times I am woken in the middle of the night - 4th Jan 2023, 2:50am woken up, some little shithead, ‘scream singing’ to me to wake up - in my dream. rack off. 5. Dogs Who Play Sides I woke up laughing this morning, as I realized something; I have mentioned a few times on my Blog, about the Dogs Who Play Sides. And well, this morning I was reminded of a time, when I was listening to Radio National one morning, around 2000, I was thinking about going over to the coast, and I would stop and see my aunt and her family. And as soon as I thought about my aunt, some little dogbitch on the radio started mimicking my aunt – my aunt has a specific kind of noise she makes, unmistakable. I felt the woman on the radio was kind of implying they could play sides with her, against me by manipulating her “We can make fun of her to manipulate her, and make me sound like the bitch” (typical stupid female). This is a bit hard to explain just what dogs get up to, but I think I have explained it well enough. Anyway, the reason I was laughing was because those stupid bitchy women have spent the last 20 years or so ‘playing sides’ and now they have no one left to play against me – they have manipulated everyone!!! Ha hah ha aha ah ha. And guess what, I don’t care; if your too stupid not to see you are being manipulated by stupid women from the ABC, then you are too stupid to hang out with me! I would like to point out, I do not personally know anyone who works at Radio National, although one time I heard those dogs say Billy Baxter was a manager or something, and I recognized his name from Gunnedah, but do not know him personally. But I have had monumental problems with people who work on Radio Stations, ones, that have no common-sense at all, and steal from me. They are always female. The biggest problem seems to be bully dogs on the radio; little girls who seem to have a problem with the fact that I am listening to the radio on my own, as in, there is no one else to witness what they have to say on the radio, just me!; not married, no partner, no boss, no other people around, just me hanging out at home – this fact alone really seems to annoy the peacock dogs as they can’t play sides if it is just me!!! They just can't handle the fact that I'm single! – {I know, the reason why they seemingly can’t handle my presence, is because THEY ARE STUPID, stupid little dogs who can’t think for themselves; It is not my fault you are completely stupid}. But alas NO, it’s really the whole “we want to play sides thing” “we want to determine who is right and who is wrong in any argument”, “we want to pit spouse against spouse” “we want to play judge, adjudicator, and GOD” {As far as I am concerned anyone who wants to this IS completely stupid}. For some reason, I think some of those dogs that were harassing me in Gunnedah, were also up here at Sarina when I went to Mitre 10, they poisoned me in the nursery - it's like if I go to bunnings the dogs will steal from me and if I go to Mitre 10 they'll kill me – so, which is the better option? I guess I'll have to go to the stealing one now, but online only – never instore. I have had MONUMENTAL problems with stupid bitches on the radio, – why are they putting the stupid ones on the radio – get ones with a BRAIN! Plus, it goes way back. I remember when I went to a library on the Central Coast down at Gosford; the librarian was being very peculiar; She was very nice, and she was speaking to me, well trying to tell me something in a strange manner, but suggesting that there were girls who had come in to the library before me, and were trying to “play sides” - to get her to be a bitch to me, and to discriminate against me in some bitch way. In retrospect I know exactly what she was talking about, as it happens ALL THE TIME (most store girls are not as savvy as this librarian) So, I’m merrily instore browsing away, then for no apparent reason I would have shopgirls being completely rude and disrespectful to me – but back then it was not a big cult thing to discriminate against me, so I was left a little perplexed! This librarian went on to say she told them to rack off {in polite terms}! They don’t make just anyone a librarian down there on the central coast!! So, I mean this is what I have to put up with pretty much everywhere I go, monumental stupid dogs who try to play sides, for all I know it could be the same group of women from the ABC – JJJ, I used to listen to back then. And I can tell you sadly MOST people aren’t as filled with as much commonsense as that librarian, and will agree to play these stupid little dogs games by being discriminatory, or bullies – like a power trip – “I get to play the baddy like on television!”. The nature of most people in Australia is weakness and patheticness, especially women, you are embarrassing -infact it does seem to be only a game women play. Stupid women. Aside from harassment - someone pointed out to me – it is like ‘heckling’ me! I am also talking about intellectual property rights and theft. There is no doubt in my mind that it is those people who steal from me. PERVERTS. It’s like “just because I can, I will”; they can't help themselves; they have no control or restraint, they were raised by bimbos – and most of them are from Sydney and Melbourne. And then of course there's everyone else who sees what they do and think that it's really cool because of who they are, and so COPY them; never-ending cycle of THIEVING STUPIDITY. Btw, it is my general feeling that people who steal like that, deserve a bullet to the ear (just incase you were considering me for fake Jury duty!). So many problems, infact, that I never listen to the radio anymore, have not for many years now, and I think anyone who does, is blind as bats. (note, there were some really good ones, very savvy and respectful talk show people – little birdy told me NO emphatic NO. None are good; they all hopped on the discrimination bandwagon). ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Within the same industry, the entertainment industry, some of the movie industry is just full of stupid dogs who ‘play sides’. It’s their ultimate dream in life for me to have some sort of conflict between me and someone else in my ‘real’ life, so they get to decide who is right, and who is wrong, and play sides, (play God), ultimately, favouring the other person, so they can bias against me, (like little siblings?) any excuse. Bloody 3rd borns. I am still not quite 100% sure why they do this: I mean, did I burn your house down? Did I sleep with your spouse? Did I kidnap your child?...why the discrimination??? I did recall later my little sister Penny went through a phase of playing sides, I don't know whether she's still doing it, but I know at mum's funeral she was trying to tell everybody that I was on drugs, when as if. Maybe those stupid radio people are copying Penny? You know, she is a 3rd born. Radio people have a HUGE network of people (including the police) that they can call on to help them ‘play sides’, they take action, and go on the attack, - they gang up on their victim. They especially used to pick on me if I'm driving, you know like if I go 1km over the speed limit, then they have a reason to ‘play Nazi’, or parking in the designated spot, like any kind of little road rule is watched like a hawk, by radio people; seriously dysfunctional, bored and have nothing better to do. Extreme busybodies. I also noticed about some of those personalities, is their arrogance and cockiness, it seems this trait makes them feel like they can tear other people down. So, if I say something then, they'll automatically say something to contradict what I just said. I have examples, but won’t worry about writing them down. Just so common. In retrospect I can see now, it is a narcissistic personality, that does that - they have put narcissists on the radio! That is a classic thing narcissists do. So, stop putting dysfunctional people on the radio! This probably has something to do why I don't listen to the radio, because I don't tolerate dysfunctional people in my life. Just don’t, it seems to be a built-in genetic thing about me. How much do they get paid? Whatever it is, it's way too much. They do muck all but annoy people. I should point out, some of them will in affect ‘choose my side’ and plot against bastards who cross my path. I assure you, murder, is not too much of a tactic for them. Although slander, theft and nuisance behaviour (like aeroplane following you around) is their favoured tactic, alongside food poisoning and police tickets. They are evil and stupid, as they often have wrong dog information – and make no mistakes about it – they are dogs. (I think this is what my neighbours do too at Gin Gin, ‘playsides’, they typically too don’t care about the truth, they are in it to fight, they looove fighting). So, it extends to shopping, it seems other women like to try and play sides with the retailer of where I need to go, I was going to write a whole paragraph of what they do, but I really can’ be bothered. This happens a lot. Some shops I just can’t go to because they refuse to serve me, or they’re so disrespectful that it’s in a not worth my time going there. Kmart – there’re heaps of others. I feel like the retailers were so sick of shoplifters in the 80’s and 90’s, that they have come up with a plan of employing the “thugs and baddies” to try to combat the thievery?? As it’s like the retailers are the trashy baddies now. So, I do not think their plan has worked, as apparently shoplifting is out of control; now. {I personally believe it is because of those dogs playing sides – they have a started a whole petty theft fashion.} oh, police why don’t you just ignore me. I did also notice for that brief time I was on Facebook, the dogs who play sides, are on it too, and most Australians don’t know that this country is only perceived to be a Democracy, really it is not, it is controlled by passive aggressive Nazis (not the German kind, but the bully personality kind). Or, really, people steal and take more than their fair share, in the name of Democracy – if you pay attention, it is the rich people who so badly want a Democracy, as they know how unfair the world is, and how greedy they are - they are desperate not to be ‘for wanting anything’. BTW, someone VERY important (I should name names, but I will not in this instance) told me, that those other ‘gung-ho’ young people who so love to fight, are in the millions in the USA after graduation, so that is why they create Wars, in the likes of foreign poor countries, (like Vietnam), so they can send those non-thinking young people off – really to get rid of them – leave the rest of us in peace, and just so they have something to do… HOW UNCREATIVE, those decision makers are, think of something more useful thanks very much, and while you’re at it, get that stupid non-thinking fighting mentality out of their heads, although I am not sure that is possible due to all the psychological abuse that they would have encountered by power tripping parents and teachers who yet have not been enlightening into knowing better ways of child rearing. And, anyway, there are plenty of non-army types who like to fight (most local council employees, or Centrelink employees for instance). Before I was banned for Truth Telling on FB, when I made a post about what happened to me (exactly what happened), I had certain people on FB, follow me from Group to Group, and write up contradictory things in the comments, it was really obvious that they were trying to play sides and contradict me and try to make me look like the bad guy, when infact it was their stupidity and bitchyness (but more bitchyness) that put them in the wrong in the first place. They still do this on any online reviews I put up now too. They have fake names, fake identities. Since I 4yrs later was able to create a FB account with slightly different name, a new tactic one has come up with is superimposing me on photos, in compromising situations – they sent me one, showing how they did it, using some girl – like bragging. Also, there is some stupid little bitch who is constantly (for many years) wanting me to ‘connect with other people’ (pick up) – for this very purpose, of being able to play sides. I have no interest in connecting with other people, I like being on my own, comprehende! As I have mentioned before on my blog, most people are rude, disrespectful and threatened by me (not to mention, way too easily manipulated by the dogs – like my landlord who now steals from me – brainwashed idiot), and that is just an understatement as to the means and way of most people in Australia. I get so annoyed when I see dogs in the Movie / Television industry implying that people without families are evil, selfish and criminals. In my experience the opposite of this is true. And, little bitch, if you have nothing to amuse yourself with and cannot play me off with my family or the person who has lately crossed my path - then TOUGH TITTIES, deal with it moron, and get a life. I will not be “getting married” to please you! And no, I am not speaking to myself! Lol Some guy, actually 2 now, told me, they used to fight with ‘themselves’ – I assume they were talking about people who do their reflections. Glad they have now been enlightened! Lol unfortunatly the dogs who harass me are not a figment of my imagination, they are real, I sadly see them all the time, I hear them, they have motorbikes now. Image above is my fabric design named "Out for Blood" 6.Pet Peeve re Fashion Trends and Others Women who wear clothing that shows their breasts! I have seen ones showing, at least half their breasts!! The street is not your personal boudoir! - Some things are meant for the bedroom only. Those women have extreme poor taste, either that, or they’re completely desperate. Or, they are brainwashed by dirty clothing labels; one woman told me, that’s all she could find, there were no tops available in 2013 that had a ’conservative’ neck line! This trend of low-neck lines came about in the late 90’s, and has stuck, although raised somewhat today, but generally lower now, than before the 90’s. Btw, I find it better to make my own clothes, rather than purchase due to the fact that sizing is ridiculous if you shop online (can’t try on; sometimes I am a 14, other times I am a 20, depending on the brand), plus, there are always dogs in all the shops trying to sabotage me, trying to "teach me a lesson" - stupid blonde dogs do this, it is so time wasting, and all I repeatedly learn is how stupid most young retail girls still are. When are they going to learn?! A few other pet peeves; Tassel fringing that falls out in the wash, or other poor-quality items that should last years, but fall apart after a few wears. Tricked ‘purchases’ by total thieves. People who say "have a nice day" at the end of trade or conversation. We are Australian, we don't use "feet" yes I'm talking to you Kmart, and, other big brand ONLINE stores. We use the METRIC system. Shops that don’t have prices written on product or shelf, - ones that do this deliberately, so they can base their checkout price on the customer – they overcharge customers based on what they look like, how they are dressed, what car they have, or who they are. When weather woman says “More horrid weather” – if it’s raining. I think those women must live in this tiny little bubble, and have no idea about the ongoing drought problems/ water issues all across Australia. WE LOVE THE RAIN, ALL THE TIME!! When the Media states “families first”. They fail to realize it is over population and multiple child families, that are destroying the planet. Believe it. Or when they sign off with "beee kind". I think back to some of the so-called health specialists I have been to, Dr’s, dentists, receptionist’s – the whole health industry infact, and further back; even girls I went to school with, {NEGS network?} those people are 'kind' of the opposite of "kind". It seems their main aim is to NOT be kind, and to be cruel, as if being cruel is cool and fun; it makes them feel better about their crap lives. They are bully sickoes. When people wave to me frantically from their cars. I find it a little disturbing. Like my neighbours at Sarina do it. Instead of the usual one finger wave that I am used to in rural Gunnedah, or a nod. Instead, some people practically stick their whole hand out the window and wave like they’re cleaning an imagined window, in an extreme fast, agitated motion. In fact, I can only assume that they’re really suffering from some sort of weird mental health disorder when people do this – it is that odd for me. Anyway, now, I make a point of not waving to anyone ever, especially as I was told a wave can be interpreted by certain males in the totally wrong way, and may explain sometimes why I have weird unknown cars revving outside my place. So, if I see someone waving to me now, as their car goes by, I will just totally ignore you! Having to climb across the bed every week, as opposed to walking around to the other side to make it up, because the room is so small {built by non-thinking little minded greedy people with no brain.} (I since moved and have a bigger room now! Woohoo!) So small homes. Small pokey spaces. Narrow hallways; wheelchair access everywhere. Sniffers. Can’t stand people who sniff if they have cold; get a tissue. Being around people who have nothing to do and no thoughts of their own, so they concern themselves with what I’m doing. Its stalking harassment narcissism. So, narcs. When people say “can’t afford it, only on a pension” A pensioner is a rich compared to jobseeker payment. I hear this pensioner complaint frequently, all the time. I just want to bloody yell at them to shut up. Also hearing a rich person telling a poor person to “stop complaining" – narc related “admit you are poor and I’ll stop harassing you”. People on Facebook who use their dog as image profile. What, are you, shy! It's called F-A-C-E book, the whole point of it is to put your face on it, you little oppressed Australians. Someone told me, this is the case, because they are potheads, and characteristics of potheads is shyness and repression, (?) because what they're doing is illegal! This maybe the case, but I think it more to do with, maybe my generation, an older generation, they're not used to being so "out there", in public, they're usually raised conservative, at least most of the kids back in my home town in Gunnedah were. I have talked about it before, how most people in Gunnedah wouldn't even buy a house at auction, because that would involve being active in public. People who advertise something on marketplace for free, but then in the description, state its xx$ Also, people who click the auto “is this still available”. Please, use your brain, if you want something, go after it. Palm trees. Just not a fan. Not attractive. Look like power polls, and drop huge heavy fronds. People who say to me or in general ‘you are to blame for all your misfortunes’. This one really annoys me, there are so many things outside my control, outside anyone’s control. One person does not control everything. Only a moron would say that. Toilet scenes in movies! It's disgusting we don't want to see people go to the toilet; most of us are not total perverts, thanks very much. Oh, and beeping, car, train, trucks, also - annoying. People brushing their teeth…. People who do stupid revenge things out of spite for really pathetic reasons, like a good example; I saw a car who braked all of a sudden infront of another driver, no crash, but the person behind got the shits, so much so that they sped up, overtook the ‘braker’, went in front of him, and suddenly braked. Now, that kind of behaviour is absolutely disgusting. OMG someone braked - deal with it instead of throwing a hissy fit tantrum like a stupid little spoilt two year-old. The revenge person should NOT have a license for anything let alone for driving. They should not be allowed to have kids. – Another name for politician’s list, who ought to be ban; no ‘breeding by stupids’. Girl next door asking me ridiculous questions to try to feel like she is in control of me. People who sit in cafes and call their action “people watching”. They are they are perverts, plain and simple. As I'm not the kind of person who’s just going to walk up to you and start chitchatting, even smile at you or wave hello, just because your there, {maybe if we are walking past each other when not many others are around, I might say hello then, just so the other person does not feel afraid. Or if I want to know something specific, I have no problems going up to strangers and asking}, but I don't feel that I need to be friends with everybody. That's not my personality type. And so, this has caused problems for other people who have pretty much the opposite personality trait, they want to be friends with everyone (like dogs) - although I would go so far as to say that their “needs” are a dysfunction. But so, if I don't speak to them or acknowledge them or say hello or do whatever it is they expect other people to do around them, (which is bit weird that they have expectations in the first place – people will always disappoint, if you have expectations), but those certain people, will just declare war on me. I just can't stand those people, they are so sad and dysfunctional in my opinion, I'm fairly certain those people who are responsible for a lot of the thefts. That type of person "oh well, you should have been friends with me, then I wouldn't have stolen it". It's like they are trying to blame me for their stupid behaviour - ridiculous behaviour. It's things like this which bring me to believe, that so many of the people on this planet are just basically monkeys, dressed in human costumes. The above Image is new , I replaced the low cut top with boobs showing one – I thought it to old fashioned, and would prefer to put one of my fabric designs there 😃 I did that fabric design in 2015, it is called “Elizabeth Stripes c0cdcf 1”. Inspired by a beautiful Victorian costume I saw on some television show. The costume was a lovely embroidered and woven fabric; I tried to create the shine that the texture on that costume, had - I think it might've even been velvet with silk ribbons embroidered on it..... it was really lovely. {I still have the bad photo I took of the telly screen on my PC!! But I can’t upload and show you, as I then would have some lunatic art-nazi from TV land, trying to steal from me in an attempt to “make me pay” for my photo - probably not even their fabric - such is the nature of those stupid narc dogs}. So as a print, well, that’s like the cost cut version of that beautiful fabric, but, so my version is not too bad, I used a gradient to add ‘shine’. I like it, and I would print it out and do something with it given the chance; one of my bodice maxi-dresses maybe... wallpaper, chair upholstery. 😃 7. Outdated Snobby Rules from the Banks - who do Reward and Punishment - Sickoes The people that live at this house are the trashy disrespectful people that beep their car horn at 3 o’clock in the morning, aswell as at various other times, disturbing the whole neighbourhood. I don’t know anything about the people who live there, except there is only one house, but they seem to have people living, or coming and going from their shed to the left of the house too, who, are the trouble makers mainly. I thought, possibly it was owned by the same person who owns our units next door, because I saw the landlords son do some work in front of their house, but upon checking domain.com, I can see it is not, it was purchased outright in 2021 for $85,000 {and what a bargain, it is bigger than the photo shows}. By the way that’s exactly what I’m talking about; a home loan repayment at $85,000 would be around about $105 per week, that’s more than twice less the price of a cheaper rental such as mine, not even a house. So, you may think, one would have to be a lunatic to rent, when you can just OWN and pay MUCH cheaper payment per week. Plus, you wouldn’t have stress of dealing with rental agency little girl bitches, evictions, and annoying landlords. But the bimbos at Commonwealth Bank would refuse to sell low-income people a home loan like this - unless they’re in permanent full-time employment. Which doesn’t make any sense, because people who are unemployed, STILL have to live somewhere, and pay rent, but they are forced to pay double the amount, (if not triple, - do you get it? The people who have the least amount of money in life, have to pay double or triple to live?). With CBA’s reason as to why they rejected my application, being that I, as not someone in fulltime employment, I must be IRRESPONSIBLE. {This is discrimination). They do PUNISHMENTS – they are nazis. (They also want ‘victims’ to pay rents, to make home owners richer; reward, punishment – they are fully sick) So, they have no problems giving home loans to dirty peace disturbers like my neighbours, but refuse someone who is like me, who is responsible, honest and an environmentally caring person (I sell native seeds, part time – low income). It’s an area of NO COMMON SENSE, where naive SNOBBY bimbos have been allowed to apply this no common-sense rule. It’s like the “Oxford” gang from England is still trying to inflict their snobbery and discrimination. And, what’s more, CBA, especially, I have noted is big, (as in the guiltiest) on following through with the public primary school teachers scheme of “Gold Star Dog” theory. That being “the richer you are (the more gold stars you have), the more we will reward you with huge monetary privileges.” Well, CBA, do you really think, you should be basing your work philosophies, on young female nazi public primary school teachers who powertrip lording over young kids? Or are you again, just letting yourself be still brainwashed by primary school teachers, and not thinking things through. I find in life, from time to time, I have come across other such instances of no-common-sense; like how the police used to not help look for a missing child if 48hrs had not passed – that was their RULE. But there were many times where it is was blatantly obvious that a child missing after only 10 minutes or so, would be a police matter. Oh, but their rule…. There are others, particularly in schools and institutes like hospitals and nursing homes. Where non thinking women dominate the industry. At these times, someone like me (someone who does not mind being the ‘bad’ guy often offending people, to bring awareness), is needed to bring these non-sensical, old, outdated issues into light, otherwise bimbos will just keep going on abiding by the same rules and silly laws, not thinking about it. There are heaps of non-thinking people working and in those positions of power, heaps. This Commonwealth Bank home loan area is such an issue. I want to reiterate it; so someone who receives a government subsidy, like a farmer, of up to $20000 a year, plus they earn profits from their farm, is allowed to apply for a home loan, but someone receiving just slightly over than that subsidy amount, on employments, CANNOT apply for a home loan; as the farmer is deemed more responsible than the person who is basically still receiving the same amount of money from the government. Now, if their argument was, well, the farmer would have more money at the end of the day due to their farm work, so that’s why we would give it to them (I understand famers can make upwards of $150,000 before the subsidy was removed, (wow),) BUT that is not their argument, the banks argument is not based on money, it is based on the fact that someone receiving that unemployment payment is considered high risk and irresponsible. Such irony when the farmer is also receiving gov money – they are just the same as unemployed in this respect. But as rents are twice, if not 3 times as much as a mortgage repayment would be, which is WHAT they should be looking at – “can this person be proven to repay the mortgage?” – that’s all they ought to be looking at. {And I have 30 years’ worth of rent receipts to prove that, and bank records.} So, they are not applying common-sense and are just being BANK BITCHES. Wake up please. (Apparently all the banks have this rule, according to a home loan broker in Mackay. I did try to apply to several others, all online application, but NONE of them contacted me back. How rude!) I have notified my local politician about this issue, as it needs to be re-assessed. In the past, when I have encounted such nonsensical issues, I have contacted my local politician, and they have, indeed fixed or attempted to fix, or at least got the ball rolling for a transformation. Writing to politicians is essential to getting positive changes in Australia. They really can make good things happen, not all of them wrought the system. Although, I have heard, there are politicians who go over to Indonesia and spawn orphans (in the 1000’s) within the local ‘woman of the street’ industry, so probably best that you don’t contact those ones. At any rate, I suspect they will do something about this, but in 30years time, when the person who made the rule, is dead, and nobodies feelings or ego will be hurt. In 2025, some little birdy suggested I change banks, they implied that the CBA is a terrible bank because they are destroying the planet, they're not a “green bank”. I mean, it could've just been someone at Bank Australia plugging themselves, because they're completely carbon neutral! But at the time I thought I'm too old to be changing banks. I've had the same bank account since I was 8 at CBA. I certainly only recommend opening a bank account with the Bank of Australia, as this bank doesn't have a finger in every single piece of pie in every single country, and this bank, promotes itself by being 'green' and 'clean', unlike ANY OTHER bank, who all have a piece of pie of the fossil fuel industry. (Actually, they are also some credit unions in Australia who do not invest in the fossil fuel industry either). Plus, since I wrote this story, I have had problems with my bank, in particular with my credit card, and money going missing, with no transactions looks dodgy, but just the balance doesn't add up, several hundred dollars missing here and there. I've also had problems with phone harassment, who I believe was someone from the bank, some girl, as I had spoken to her before, and she was so rude it was unbelievable, so I think it was her that was harassing me? And maybe she was some stupid dog who has read these stories and has taken personal offence, and decided to take her revenge by being rude and harass me and stealing my money from my credit card??? Well little bitch girl, I'm not going to change my stories, I only write the truth. You might be able to steal money in hidden manner, but you can't hide the truth about your evil ways. I'm going to be telling everybody. So now, today (after yet another refund was not included in my cc balance {$21.78, from the uk {CBA uk based?}), I would like to switch banks, but I'm having difficulties, because I need a credit card: if you shop online, which I do all the time, most online shops ONLY accept credit card, so having a credit card is essential to living today, however the banks, once again, have this cockanninnie rule, that they don't give credit cards to people on low income - which is absolutely bizarre, as people on low income still need to go shopping for food! So, they are just not allowing people to shop online by not giving them a credit card – they are denying them their personal freedom. Such a typical nazi act. So, when I wanted my current credit card, back in 2005 I think it was, when the Internet was just taking off, and I could see that I would need one, I did apply online, to the bank, and the bank advise me no. But I knew I needed a credit card, so I phoned them up, and it was very weird, I got this girl who was a little odd, “cool man”, and she pretty much gave me a credit card straight away, she issued me one over the phone. She was very nice and friendly; I'm thinking she's someone who just took the initiative. I don't know whether this was the whole a.m. and p.m. thing I have mentioned this on my blog? I don't want to get into it, it's a huge big story and would make this story too long, so, but whether she actually worked at the bank or not, I don't know for sure, but I was given a credit card, thank goodness (I should mention, I was not paying rent at that time, I had briefly moved back in with dad, so that could be why, but I doubt it, ‘no’ at first, ‘yes’ at second. “2 legs good 4 legs better”). And so now I need another credit card just to swap and transfer money from one bank to the other, and so far I have not been able to do it. “No” from Bank of Australia, and “No” from ING (Bank of Germany). It's like I am forced to be tethered with to cunts at CBA. (Maybe I should try calling those bank this arvo, in the PM?? - maybe the day I call, matters too??😁 ) 8. Warning about Fake Lycra being Sold as Lycra On the left, your Lycra; really transparent, and has hardly any stretch On the right typical lycra of normal quality As you can see, the fabric on the right, which is not yours, is not very transparent. Plus, the fabric on the right has way more stretch than yours. I suspect your lycra is not lycra at all, and is made from polyester. Also yours does not FEEL like lycra. Lycra is a really soft and slippery fabric, but your fabric is grainy and definitely feels like polyester. I am 100% sure it is Polyester. AND NOT LYCRA – you lying thieving retailer. You really should check your supplier; either you or your supplier are ripping off customers 9. Since Retailers are now Coming in AT no 1 in Thievery Since every shop I go to now, the shop girl will try to steal from me, usually by overcharging (although the bunnings staff manage to be able to do it via pickpocketing and distraction snatch thefts from bag or person – this is their game at work – they are DISGUSTING). Someone was telling me, that it’s because those ‘shop girls’ think that I have money, because I dress nicely, and I speak nicely. - Yeah, thaaat’s a good reason bimbo shop girls…. I was raised to speak nicely and be respectful. It’s not a money thing. People, by people, I mean shop girls, seem to be confused about what money is. Shop girls, don’t seem to think that anyone who has loads of money, would get around town or ‘bum’ around in a tracksuit! Little do they know! Rich people wear tracksuits. And, you should never assume – because little girls always assume wrong. You know, when I was in my early 30’s, my grandmother gave me a Cubic Zirconia (CZ) bracelet for my birthday, which I absolutely loved (I believe she was spurred on by my aunt, (her daughter), who said to her one day; she should never assume what Emily would want, as she, an old lady, would not know what young girl would want! {my grandmother silently proved her wrong, – she did know!! – so, at that time I wore my new bracelet all the time – it was purrrfect! All the time. And, at that time I was attending a government business incentive course for the unemployed, at these unemployment activity meetings, one of the other unemployed girls asked me if the cubic zirconia bracelet was a real diamond bracelet (because really, you can't tell the difference from just looking at it), of course I set her straight, NO, as if! I mean how bizarre that she would think I had a real diamond bracelet when I was unemployed, sitting in a unemployed activity. How strange people are sometimes, maybe she doesn't know how much diamonds are - well, they're extremely expensive, if those diamonds in my cubic zirconia bracelet had been real diamonds, the bracelet would be worth about $10,000! Anyway, I put her wonderings down to the fact that, as I have a fashion background, I always manage to look nice, and dress well, even on a budget, because I make my own clothes, so her perception of me was one of ‘well to do’, even though I was in the same boat as her, unemployed. Unemployed means you have no money, just in case there's anyone else reading here who doesn't quite understand what unemployed means! Btw, while I did sew my own clothes back then, now, today as I update this in 2026, my fabric choice is somewhat limited since I was ban from Spnflwr, and actually, I believe this is one of the reasons why I was ban; I suspect it could've been police who ban me from everything online (?) And Spnflwr enabled me to buy nice fabrics, because instead of purchasing them, I used the profits from the sale of my fabric designs, which they turned into what they called spoon dollars. So, I would just let it accumulate until I could purchase some fabric, it did take a while, there was not a big profit margin, at all. {So, the police were thinking girls steal from me because of my clothes, I don’t have “normal” clothes, like clothes from Kmart, or jeans whatever other people wear, so they figure remove her clothing, and the stealing will stop. (You can be sure it was a woman who has come up with that cockanninnie plan). Since I've run out of materials, now indeed, my clothes are starting to look a very tatty - but guess what? - they're STILL STEALING from me! {there was one girl doing signs, “oh I can see your clothes are tatty so I will stop following you around now and stealing from you, and go back to Sydney where I am from” – seriously, I think it was the girl who shoplifted from me at Grave Attire. Either her or the police who ban me trying to justify their cockanninnie actions. {But what kind of stupid woman justifies her stealing based on their clothing – blonde bimbos, 3rd born stupids}. I recall one shop I ventured into, when I was 18, at Chatswood, (back in 1992), a fancy boutique with designer clothing for older rich women. As a young poor starving fashion student, I felt a little out of place, plus the 2 older shop ladies were staring at me constantly. But the clothes were of particular interest to me, they were stunning, Maggie Shepherd – a kind of bright patchwork textile design based designer. So, I stayed on, gratifying my beady eyes, looking at all, and ignoring what I thought at the time to be loathsome stares from the older shop ladies - somewhere along the lines of Pretty Woman and those hoity snobs on Rodeo drive! Although, thinking back now, that was probably in my imagination, as I was not badly dressed as a fashion student, those older shop ladies were probably just staring at me as it would have been unusual to see someone so young, an 18yr old interested and passionate in these clothes targeted at older women! plus who still had the ‘beauty of youth’! (China in Bull shop! opposite) or maybe they just thought I was a young shop lifter? Who knows, but I mention this because, this was the case back then, shop retailers having to deal with shoplifters, it was never the other way around, like it is now!! Opposite! I have another story too; I personally believe, because at one point, I kept whingeing to myself, repeatedly about bloody shop girls overcharging me, (possibly swearing too). There were other girls who could hear me, such is the nature of a certain type of girl. And so 2 girls - I have no idea who they were, (prob from TV industry, definitely bims) would take it upon themselves, believing that they were acting out of a helpful nature, would go round to each store that I had on my list for the day, so, just before I went into each shop, and would tell the shop girls, that I had no money, and thus they ought not to over charge!! Can you belief that? At first this was a great hindrance, as, if a shop girl thinks you are not going to spend any money, they are rude and dismissive. I can assure you some of them were downright disgusting because they thought I had no money to spend in their shop. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G. But, it happened so much, that after a few years, the girls involved, ended up acquiring the products I was after, and put it in the shop at reasonable price, so I could purchase. Like I somehow magically could always get whatever was written on my budgeted list!! (btw, this no longer happens!) I should point out, while, being able to get everything on my budgeted list was very helpful, I can assure you, most shop owners who see that situation, had no respect for me, like somehow the presence of those girls meant that I was unable to talk for myself, and thus hopeless. I did not ever ask any girl to do anything. They were acting on their own volition. So in Gunnedah, it used to be quite a significant amount that was overcharged - sometimes hundreds of dollars overcharged at the check out, but since I have made such a big fuss about it on my blog, and keep calling anyone who steals from me a bimbo, plus moved 1000km from Gunnedah, it has somewhat changed, I have noticed retailers now, know that I’m the girl that people steal from, (I’m not sure if those girls are still going ahead of me), but the retailers now, still want to steal from me, but they don’t want to be accused of a theft, so as above images shows, it’s like a .5c and .10c attempt at theft. Thinking and being a typical girl, they won’t get in trouble for such a trivial amount. There was a brief time after we have gone cashless; I am sure there was a huge saving, as in no change to “short change”, many times I have received incorrect change back and it’s always in their favour - I do not believe it was a mistake like they say when I call them up about it! So I always try to purchase online because there's less chance that they overcharged me at the counter. If an online shop store screws me, they usually send me survey emails afterwards: it’s like an underlying message, which is not clearly stated, but the message is clear “ WE TOTALLY SCREWED YOU, but please, go ahead and tell us how you feel about it”. The post office and ebay – totally guilty. I'm going to update this, because I need a new sloppy Joe, but I've needed a new sloppy Joe for quite some time now. That tatty blue sloppy Joe in the photo is probably about 40 years old and then some. I’m not sure who it originally belonged to in our family, but it wasn’t mine. I kind of just inherited it, a handme down. It’s very comfortable, pure cotton, brushed fleece on the inside, woven smooth on the outside. I added a pink fur pocket in 2000 to hold my secateurs and seed pkts! Been washed so many times it has lost most of its warmth, and the sleeves have holes in them. I am reminded every time I look at those holes now; about 5 years ago, I wanted to replace it, back then I went to target in Gunnedah. I found a sloppy Joe, was very nice dark brown one, I tried it on, it was an extra large, and it was perfect, looked perfect in the mirror. I went ahead and purchased it, next morning, I excitedly took it out of the bag, cut all the tags off, put it on and went outside to start my days work. As I was working something wasn’t right, I felt like my jumper was uncomfortable, like it was too small for me. So, I stopped what I was doing, went back inside and looked at myself in the mirror, AND this was NOT the jumper that I tried on in the dressing room and gave the sales girl to hold, I looked at the label and it was a size small. So, at some point when I left the jumper on the counter with the checkout girl, and then when I came back (after having another quick look around the store) it had been swapped over. No doubt in my mind that it would’ve been Target staff who have swapped it (smaller sizes are hard to sell, the plus sizes are allways sold out quickly). Little stupid shop girls who STEAL. I had already worn it outside. I’d cut the tags off. It was too late to return it. Stuck with crap jumper, which of course I ended throwing out, I never wore it because it’s too small and uncomfortable – I did try to wear it again, as I hate throwing things out, but TOO SMALL! STUPID GIRLS. Stupid thieves. So, I still need a jumper. My money that I had to buy a jumper has already been spent on the too small stupid jumper. I can’t afford to purchase two of everything, like some stupid girl expects me to do; I’ve repeatedly done stories on my blog about this; why do I have to buy two of everything? 2 casserole dishes, 2 generators, 2 water pressure sprayers, 2 fruit fly nets, 2 milk saucepans, (5) dishwashers, crockery, coffee cups….. the list is endless due to my items have been mostly stolen, or some just didn’t fit on the truck when I had to move, 8 times in the past 7 years, like I have to buy two of everything in my lifetime. It’s just stupid. I suspect even, Coles Mackay accountants are trying to charge me twice this year for my groceries (3 times) - this goes along with the some stupid idiot who stalks me constantly, yelling out “the girls there”, not entirely sure what that means, I suspect this is some girl on the radio who does reflections; she's a bimbo, I never listen to the radio, but sometimes I go to shops who have radio on, and I can hear bimbo girl – those shops steal from me, like they think it is my fault that there is a bimbo girl there WELL it’s NOT, you stupid narcs. So, the theft of the grocery money would be related to her; “well you know if the girls stalking you and following you, and doing reflections, then you should pay for her groceries, as she has no time to work at all and pay for her own”. I just can't believe how stupid they are. IT IS NOT MY FAULT THERE IS SOME STUPID BIMBO ON THE RADIO DOING REFLECTIONS. It's not my fault she is completely stupid and has no thoughts of her own. (Or, it’s not my fault, I have someone trying to trick me into thinking I have some bimbo stalking me.) Whatever. The bank seems to be in cahoots with Coles in order to steal in this manner, I've had to go and do monumental ridiculous lengths (like take daily screenshots on NetBank), to stop this kind of theft, because they do whatever they want. Sneaky. Anyway, I am writing this down to express my ANGER and FRUSTRATION at those stupid little retail girls who work at Gunnedah Target. I hope they get cancer and die. Little thieves. I should say, I've written about retailers stealing from me a lot on my blog, and I believe it's all the same women; might be like a group of girls from bonds? They try to steal from me every time I go shopping at certain shops. But there are some shops where their network doesn't extend, like Amazon; when I purchase products from Amazon, amazingly, they're not faulty! it's a bloody miracle. God bless the Americans! Although last week, there was a charge on my savings account from Amazon for one cent, and I've never given amazon my savings account details, they said it was kindle related (?, I do not have kindle, – maybe they are product placing?) Or maybe the thieving dogs have finally extended their network to Amazon? Or maybe there is some stupid dog who is jealous of the fact that I'm listening to an audiobook at the moment: it's a free audiobook on YouTube. There is some stupid (definatly mentally retarded) girl who thinks I have to pay for everything, along the same lines, if I go somewhere like a public place, I should pay for it, and if it's a free public place, like the library, then they send in the police to give me fake speeding ticket or a parking inspector to give me a fake parking ticket – in order to pay for being there – totally sick narcissist. {Not political, but personal}. I'm afraid this is not some crazy thought that I have concocted: there really is some stupid women who thinks like this, they do not understand about the public domain either, meaning its copyright has expired, or they simply choose to ignore it, as they want to be facetious, and play their power tripping game of “you must pay me”. Either way is dysfunction. The book I happen to be reading at the moment is 1984 by George Orwell, and oh my god, talk about, bells ringing: it's just like that! Russia and also {Apartheid; exactly as described in this so called fictional book (the book came first – stupid bogan Australians copying the George Orwell government – FUCKING IDIOTS)}. I am going to let you go to hell, stupid bimbo. 10. Have you Tried a Vege Burger? Hey you little twits who are trying to get me to eat plant-based meat burgers!! There’s not a chance in hell I will, - they are disgusting, I tried once by mistake, when Hungry Jack’s gave me a plant-based burger instead of a meat burger at the drive through (what the? Yuk, sooo bad). I saw on a documentary that they’re starting to make lab warehouses for growing meat – as in fake meat. They have started doing it. They have tested it. You can purchase burgers made from fake meat. So, wake up, and stop breeding, so we can continue to eat our normal food sources, like real meat. “Curbing breeding” is the only solution to ‘supply and demand’ problems, not to mention methane gas problems, land shortages, housing shortages... Get it through your head, {and stop wishfully thinking}, that people are suddenly going to eat plants, they are not. What is wrong with you? And the reason I’m being so verbally aggressive about this message, is because this truth is going to be the hardest one to rectify. It all has to do with wealthy Australians owing multiple investment houses, and the quickest way to make big profits on investment houses, is to ensure increases in the population, why do you think Australia is so culturally diverse? It has naught to do with wanting cultural diversity, or saving ‘fake’ war torn people, it IS ALL ABOUT those investment houses. So, this is the real fight. The fight is not trying to get ‘suckers’ to go vegetarian. I mean, each person, probably has their own list, of their favourite things, and in my opinion, a good steak would be high up on many people’s list. You take that away, and you’re taking a huge chunk of a ‘positive life experience’ away. - one of the main things, that makes it worthwhile. I am deeply concerned about it. If I see any women with more than two kids, just know, that I’ll be thinking silently to myself; What a bloody bimbo mother. I suggested to Coles and Woollies that they start rewarding people who don’t have kids, with discounted meat prices. 11. Whole Bad Farming Families – Tedious and Ugly truth of STUPID evil female behaviour I’ve mentioned this before on my blog, but I couldn’t find it, so I’m going to do a whole new photo story for it, with more detail. Going back to when I was at Gunnedah TAFE doing my horticulture course; there was an element of women, following me around the TAFE, at certain times. The main aim, seemed to just to be “present” – like to observe what I am doing, kind of like stalking me, - basically PERVERTS. Female pervs. Sometimes they would yell out verbal harassment, to let me know they are there WATCHING. They especially would like to play sides, (I nickname them ‘dogs who play sides’ as they are so prevalent in my life – uninvitingly so). Also, if they saw something that I was not sure about, then they couldn’t but help themselves, to yell out an answer or solution to whatever my pondery was “we know we know!!”. Interferer’s. I allways had/have no idea who these people were, I suspected it was always different girls following me around {there’s a dog network}. I’ve mentioned a few who I recognize before on my blog, I recognized them by their voice, as they were always out of sight (like the cowards, they are); like one of the girls from the class at TAFE, I definitely recognized her voice, it was quite specific, an aboriginal girl. Also, my landlord Karen Cull, and I think, Rachel Wainberg’s older sister, whose name I still can’t remember for some weird reason. It was always female. But later in QLD, I realized it was the delivery drivers, the couriers who would after delivery go to my neighbours and harass me from there – and steal. I put post about it on Facebook under my new name Ban-man - I think something may have done about it? Not sure yet – those drivers may have just being trying to save the stupid female bimbos who usually do it, including ones from TV industry, channel 9 – they will go to GREAT LENGTHS to save those girls, not caring if I get shoved under the bus or not. It occurred to me in 2023, of who else also were probably involved in the stalking, - Jessica and her sister Alicia White?? Those two girls went to my school, Alicia was in my year, Jessica was in a younger year. I later saw Jessica working at the doctor surgery where I had some problems with the Doctor who could not, (whether he just didn’t want to, or whether he was in capable of) diagnosing my plantar fasciitis, or was possibly ‘egged’ on by his receptionists Jessica, as she was friends with Gina Burn, the girl who fucked up my tooth, DELIBERATLEY, in order to inflict pain, and a black tooth. DOGS. Although at least I could actually get an appointment with her, all the other Dr receptionists in Gunnedah refused to make me a Drs appointment (stupid bitches). But I was forced to leave Gunnedah a week later anyway, so TOO LATE. {I hope I am not confusing her with the other Jessica, Penny’s friend from St Mary’s, they looked the same, plus had same name!} And Alicia was friends with the girl at school who used to steal, Cate Cameron (who I suspect later she had something to do with trying to make me sound crazy and on drugs, so as to discredit and even have me incarcerated, as she knows, I know, SHE IS A THIEF). Woman are still the same as how they were back in the day “the witches of Salem” – people, the stupid police and others at Centrelink were brainwashed and manipulated by that stupid little trashy girl thief. Anyway, so, Alicia was weak, so Alicia would’ve been influenced by this little thief at school too, and I suspect she too, has had something to do with all the items stolen from me, while I lived at Rangari on the farm? Someone told me Alicia works at Sydney airport quarantine, and I have had heaps of seeds stolen at quarantine?? Not entirely sure but I had problems with that family when I was young; I witness something shameful those 3 little siblings did, and so the mother has a grudge against me (again stupid mothers blaming me for their fuck ups, just like that birthday party mother). Plus, when I tried to put a complaint in about the unfair incarceration, I am pretty sure Telstra put me through to Cate Cameron – who ofcourse was a total little girl bitch on the phone. It sounded JUST LIKE HER. I am sure it was. It certainly was not anyone who worked for a gov department handling complaints. You know, in documented history, it's usually husbands who have their wives incarcerated, accusing them of being crazy, because the husbands have had it up to here and beyond with them and they want a divorce, a tactic to get rid of them without looking like an arshole. It's total narcissism - narcissism 101. And you'd have to be an absolute moron to take a husband's word that his wife is crazy. I mean, only someone completely stupid -a totally stupid doctor would listen a husband accusing his wife of being crazy. (I just sometimes can't believe how stupid people are, and still are today). So, in 2020 it is a female doing exactly the same thing as what a narcissistic husband would do. This girl Cate Cameron, has major problems, stemming from her hopeless mother and the fact that she was sent away to boarding school. Unloved. Like many of the girls, but she has more than anyone, maybe along with the Coulton girls. STUPID narcissistic TELSTRA – Australian. So, Alicia’s cousins, also the Whites, (4 brothers from White father – who knows how many Whites before them…. so many in rural NSW), lived down the road from the farm at Rangari. {the over-breeders). One of the sons, I think it was Richard’s, so, not from Alicias family, but one of the others (also with daughter at my school in younger year – no problems from her, actually she was one of those smart free thinkers); so, I saw him at my neighbor’s house in 2026? This is what my neighbours do; people visit them - they somehow must sweet talk themselves into the neighbours? Then what they do is harass me verbally from my neighbour’s yard, AND STEAL FROM ME – many problems since moving to QLD; happened at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin and more at Sarina, and now here too as I update this. Not saying they ALL STEAL, I would not think Richard’s son would have. But heaps of people do steal, and have no thoughts of my privacy. {And then accuse me of being crazy so they can get away with it. (oh, ofcourse it happened somewhat at Rangari with Heath Barwick’s place). I don’t think the police or whoever, in Australia has yet cottoned on to what’s actually happening, but I know people abroad, people who can see the BIG PICTURE have.} How much do you want to pay for petrol? Keep going. So, I think I saw Richard’s son, I can't be certain because he kind of looks like my neighbour, but my neighbour is much bigger, so it is a little confusing (they try to trick me, and I have to weigh up all the time: is this manipulation, or is this legit – it’s a constant nuisance thing now (this must be what it is like for the police all the time when they deal with lying criminals). Actually, he looked like a miniature version of Richard White, and at the time I saw him, they were doing that thing about one of the paintings which I love, and how there was a monstrous demon inside the painting; if you look at it a certain way - it was like hidden within the painting. A trick. Fragonard. And I saw that to be true (it was very ugly in the ‘pretty’ painting), and so that's why I further think it was Richard’s son, because Richard was an artist, quite a good one…. And with the Whites, well actually I mean it wasn't really an issue, but over the years I have since seen the mother, Mrs White, Alicias mum (or people who look like her in movies -dogs do this a lot; they send me look alikes, for the point of manipulation and a part of ‘dogs who play sides’ – they want to see the fight – like on the primary school playground “fight fight fight” – they want it to be an issue. So now, Mrs White is one of those bloody women that I’ve seen at least on 3 occasions acting strangely with a phone - I’ve mentioned both before with stories on my Blog “dogs on phones” and “look-a-likes”, well she’s one of them too, so I'm going to have to put in the whole story of what happened back when I was young. They were one of the families we had “fine and dandy” picnics with, - seriously, a lovely childhood. One time, her children, her 3 girls, were behaving atrociously, in regards to a charcoal chicken. Little girls! And my nature, well, if there’s any bad behaviour going on, I can do something about it, without actually saying anything, and so I did. The mother noted this about me, possibly also slightly ashamed of her atrocious girls. So, then she deeply resented me, and I suspect, has ‘got it out for’ me as a result of that incident, of alerting her about her atrocious children. Either that or some interfering dog in Movie industry has formed an obsession with the incident, and wants to know exactly what happened back on that picnic. So, there it was you interfering little dogs. Not really an issue at all. Just normal family stuff. Mind you own business. So, I mentioned before also too, that those women who followed me around at Tafe and at neighbours in Henry st; one of their other main aims, was to try to manipulate me to speak badly, as in SLANG, I think some call it trash talk! Plus, their other aim was to get me to put on weight! Because those two characteristics about a woman, in particular, can kind of elevate or de-elevate ‘status’ in society (stoopid society). So, it could be women at Gunnedah Centrelink stalking me? Basically, they didn’t want me to speak nicely, because other people would think that I am from a specific socio-economic status, and would treat me with respect, - they wanted people to know that I was poor and near starving, and other people should be disrespectful to me and not friendly towards me. They hoped people would be disrespectful to me. See, major dysfunction of ‘dogs who play sides’. They have come up with all sorts of creative things to try and change the way I talk. They have been trying to work on my tone and vocabulary!! Via subliminal techniques!! lol Although I think maybe, it has had the opposite effect, as I seem to now (approaching 50) have a much better grip/control and understanding of my tone, and am able to instill specific responses and emotions purely with my tone….you think what I want you to think! Lol. So, but they almost succeeded. Almost. I think in the end they figured it is anger that makes people trash talk, so they have had fun inflicting anger on me has been their favourite game. An obsession, as it involves ‘power tripping’ which in turn makes them feel good about themselves. And in regards to the weight thing, I have been quite skinny my whole life, but I suspect being overweight makes a woman less desirable for men, so I strongly think that was their main motivation for wanting me to be fat. Jealous insecure women. This thought process would be typical to those bimbo girls who stalk me. Bimbo’s stalk. Thinking women do not stalk other people - they have better things to do with their time. Later, at some point, I don't know exactly when, the government somewhat intervened (prob 2020), they imposed on Centrelink, and made a ‘compensation department’ for people who have been badly treated by Centrelink staff. I couldn't believe it as I was seeing this, I thought, “that's it, I've got at least 10 complaints of TANGIBLE bad treatment situations that I can put in (don’t get me started on the intangible ones). So, I tried. After the 2nd rejection with their flimsy excuses, of course typical bullshit excuse; a few weeks later, they sent me an email stating “we need more information in regards to this one and you need to fill out “x” form. It was so pathetic of them, because I'd already filled out the “x” form, and they had all the necessary information. It was like they were just contacting me and saying “yeah - we totally fucked your life up with psychological and physiological torment, and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it”. Like when that Centrelink woman said “who told you!!” after my metatarsalgia was diagnosed – it ruined their evil and stupid plan of not diagnosing any of my work-related ailments, or osteoarthritis back in 2015 – “see she does not work, she has no health problems at all” whilst denying a disability payment from 2015, that’s 11 years ago from when I update this now. They are such cunts. They are unbelievable, all Centrelink staff ought to be shot. I think possibly the supermarket girls (all the dog network, all the farming families) saw and cottoned onto the girls trying to get me to put on weight, and so they too hopped on the band wagon too. They thought this one funny. I have received many things from the supermarket that I didn’t order that had high-fat content, high salt, content, transfat, and it is, indeed, like there are people out there, trying to make me fat! It is NOT FUNNY! This kind of reminds me of my double dose of Plantar fasciitis. -No need to deliberatley sabotage me, I am quite capable of making my own mistakes!! Although some still think the PF was deliberate too. Unfortunatly I now do have to somewhat watch my weight, (bummer, it was soooo good not having to watch what I ate….) but my plan, my personal plan now does involve putting on weight, a lot, as much as I can without having a heart attack!! Photo above is down the paddock at Tulcumbah, another brief rental with unacceptable landlord. 12. Patronizing Pricks playing the Game of Trying to make me Feel Guilty So, I use a lot of images, especially on my blog; ones I create myself, and ones I find online. I make a point of not stealing anyone’s work/design/image, and only use free images. Although many times I see something I adore, and I save it as pin, or do a screenshot, just to look at it for a bit, until I get bored of it, and then I delete it, - so, with no intended purposes of using the image for profit or personal gain. BUT, the stupid dogs (the ones who can’t apply common sense, and don’t have any common sense in their brain at all - and who like to play facetious, antagonistic games), see that I look at those images, and they accuse me of stealing their designs, or whoever‘s design/image it is. (Dogs, who play sides). Which of course, downloading a screenshot to do that, IS NOT stealing. WAKE UP. If I were to use that image to make money, or pass off as my own, then yes that would be stealing. As I do not do that, it is not stealing. So, all those bloody dogs, little kids, computer nerds, and many people from the television industry, including famous people who don’t mind their own business and like to play sides too, just like a dog; who are all on my back about this issue; BUGGER OFF. I personally believe those people, have stolen from me, for this reason, petty theft. (Those people will be going to hell). So, since I have been cast out of basically everywhere, and have made a big stink about all the dogs on my back, with my Blog, mostly; they are no longer doing this. However, one day my neighbour, old man, has taken it upon HIMSELF to speak on behalf of the owner/designer, (via the dogs on phone manner), saying that it will be fine, to look at their image - in a passive, aggressive, antagonistic, manner. So arrogant. This behaviour is unacceptable. And what, are you 7yrs old and need to be told what behaviour is ok, and what is not, – STILL? I am not your mother or your father, it is not up to ME, to reign you in. I will not do it – so you see, you are barking up the wrong tree. And someone who would do that, automatically puts them into ARSE CATEGORY; Who the hell do you think you are? Go jump in the lake, you stupid moron. Don’t get me started with people wanting credit also for any little thought that enters their head, then they express it online. And, there’s no copyright for a dance routine, you stupid little Wingy people. It’s a dance, if you copy someone else’s dance, you don’t have to attribute them for doing the choreography, wake up and apply common sense. It’s a dance. Any dance that you can come up with, you can be sure (possibly with the exception of the SYTYCD choreographers), has already been done. People have been around for a very long time, dancing for a long time, and just because it’s not online doesn’t mean it hasn’t already been done or thought of. Also, now that I think about it, this game of “Trying to make me Feel Guilty” has being going on for ages, many stupid people, mainly women, who have crossed my path (in uninvited manner, and from entertainment industry) want to play it – they LOVE to play this game, it is a total deliberate power trip for them. Those people may not have noticed, but I pay no attention to them, and do what I do. I have nothing to feel guilty about, nothing, ever. But they are like annoying Monkees on my back trying to create guilty situations over nothing – rack off you irritating fools. I have come to the conclusion, that because I have a quite demeanour, people think I have got something to hide. And that it is the ‘quiteness’ that automatically sets off ‘the dogs’ on weird guilt trip missions. No secrets, see from my Blog. 13. Another trip into town, another bunch of nonthinking sign people MONUMENTAL NUISANCE This is what happened this afternoon when I went to post my letters (and this happens very regularly, and pretty much in exactly the same manner, and has been like this for over 30 years, going right back to when I started working at Bonds). First of all, when I decide that I’m going out, there’s seems to be some car that always drives into the unit complex, just down from me (X marks the spot in the photo), either sits there and does nothing, or picks up someone, or drops someone off, who knows. I don’t pay attention to what the neighbours are doing unless it’s really peculiar or related to me somehow, or causing annoying nuisances. (I guess this might count as peculiar- next time it happens, I’ll get it on camera), then they leave, it does seem to be always a different car. I have no idea what they’re up to, possibly just a coincidence, but I don’t really believe in coincidences. Possibly it is some girl doing the stupid signs that I am about to describe; I feel it is a ‘she’ who is doing it, as women are far more organised than men, and this whole thing basically consists of being organised and getting the timing right; she arranges people to cross my path, I’ve mentioned it a few times on my blog. I started taking photos in the attempt to stop them from doing it, as they are a MONUMENTAL NUISANCE. So far it hasn’t worked, but I’m going to persist, because they are a big peace disturbing nuisance. So, when I go down the street, on my way to post the letters, this is how it goes; first there’s a toll truck, and by the way, the toll truck is just like the one in the photo, it’s always one of those huge big semi-trailers. Next there is police car, this one drove past me then parked in front of me, just down a bit, in front of an empty house. Then she sends someone who’s drives the same car type and colour car, as my next-door neighbours up the hill. This car pulls up infront of me at the letterbox, (it’s a red letter drop, in an area where there’s no other shops, so no one would drive over there unless they were posting letters). They were just sitting there in their car; they weren’t posting any letters. So, I took a photo of the numberplate and drove around to the other side of the street and got a photo of the driver, he ‘happened’ to wind down his window, as you can see from the photo it’s a Chinese man, by the looks, in his 50s, possibly a little tubby. Now, I personally do not know any Chinese man at all, so I have no idea who that person is. {When someone shows themselves like that, you can be sure it is 100% deliberate, and this is, some guy, most likely trying to save the stupid bimbos, who usually follow me and harass me in cars – who always run away and do NOT want me to recognize them. That man then proceeded to drive up to the road where my unit is, parked on the side of the road, and then as I drove past, beeped - two beeps; they do beep signs; 2 beeps if you lose, 1 beep if you win. (Like I said, they’ve been doing these kind of weird thing for many many years - they are completely predictable and their stupid game of winning and losing is absurd. I am bloody sick of them, because they are completely rude and disrespectful. oh, I forgot, she also sent a bunch of kids at the letterbox, after the Chinese man had left, when I went back to the letter box to post my letters, about 8 - I didn’t bother getting their photos, although that is the main reason, I suspect whoever arrange them, put them there so I would take their photo and make them feel important, and I didn’t do it, ha ha ha ha. And that man following ‘infront’ of me, who the hell do you think you are? I mean, was there some girl who commanded you to go and drive just infront of me to the letterbox, then go and beep at me? and you said “okay sure”? I mean what kind of 3rd born fool are you? What exactly did you want to happen at the letterbox? And then possibly if when I saw you on my way home? Did you want something to happen then? Your actions are unwanted, idiotic and nuisance. I can tell the sign girl right now to rack off, and stop using me to amuse herself, but it is more of a concern as to why people agree to this girls request. It seems like there is some sort of weird unhealthy human worshipping going on. Maybe all those people she gets, have no sense of religion, they didn’t go to church, no Sunday school as kids, they weren’t taught about God in school.… and so, when some girl comes along, and adopts a “know it all, arrogant persona”, plus tells them what to do, they think nothing of it and obey. It is sick. Quite possibly this sign business goes back to the 60’s or 70’s, with Johnny Cash doing a music film clip for television - he did it with signs (big paper boards with black texter messages), it’s quite famous, so I was told. I was also told that Johnny Cash was a copycat and that there were other people before him that did it; I think they were black, I’m not too sure about the whole music industry stories. But someone like Johnny Cash was perceived to be really cool, and so there’s been basically thousands if not millions, of people copying him, doing signs - a worldwide nuisance phenomenon. False deities. So that’s 30 years of this stupid bimbo girls bullshit stalking, have you any idea how hard it is to function if you have dogs constantly following you (stalking) and harassing by trying to inject themselves in to my life in this most unwelcome way. It is impossible, I can assure you. HAVE YOU ANY IDEA?? I would like to know why this type of thing is not recognised by Centrelink, as those dogs have a direct correlation to why someone would be on benefits. So much so infact I wonder why there is no similar payment like a widows pension? This is another reason why I feel like I am surrounded by clueless morons. And I should remind you, even if I do not go anywhere, I still have dogs harassing me in the form of bimbo neighbours who mainly harass by yelling, but also stealing, this happens on a daily basis – although, now, not as much stealing, as its much harder if I am home all the time, and there is no back door or window access. So, they still would be stealing if they could, but now, it is only certain people who have specific skills that can steal from me, and not so much the copycats. So basically, that means, more verbal harassment as they try to claim ownership and control – STUPID BIMBOS, and so mentally dysfunctional. As if you can own me, you stupid dogs. Wake up. (I suspect that bimbo up the hill is totally frustrated now, as I have done a whole heap of stories about women using their kids to control, and taking their frustrations out on. – so she has realized she ought not do that, thast is what bad hopeless mothers do. So the bimbo is now trying to take her frustrations out on me – so typically stupid female). Fuck off. Oh, and I want to make it clear, I feel I need to repeat myself here, as there are many BIMBOS who are not getting the message, it does not matter what I do, where I am, if I am working, or not working – I STILL HAVE DOGS harassing me. PLEASE GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK LITTLE HEADS and stop telling me to get a job in your revolting passive ways. Fuck off dickhead golfers and wives from Netflix, who the hell do you think you are. – I have started a new collage “A Dickhead Collage”, those 3 are the first to go on it. This is dog car, when I photographed it, the girl said she lose? Also, the blonde driving it, was also waiting for me up at the hospital car park when I had that infected tick (different car) – she was just sitting in her car at 645am, the only other person in the carpark. After I got back to my car, she was gone. - I tell you they are obsessed. 14. Snobby Television Produces who Create Exclusion Shows I hear about discrimination and the whole ‘exclusion’ theme of discrimination, which got me thinking back to any time where I have been excluded. I hate to tell you this, but the television industry is full of people who discriminate, and I have witnessed some really nasty things by popular people making popular shows. I should’ve started making a list 20 years ago. Well, I’ll start now. I can remember this one in particular, Downton Abbey, but there’s been heaps and heaps more. So, from now on, every time I see it, I’ll do a screenshot and perhaps make a collage. 😁 I should add. I know that there are directors, who may not know about the dog network, and how sneaky they are, how they can infiltrate your show under the guise of being popular, and or wise, and or funny, and can make changes without the produces knowledge, they do signs, some of them are very clever. Also, there are some programs, where I can just see plain evil, it’s like someone has told tehm you’ve goit the whole nation waaching being as naughty as you – and off they go, not even fully thinking things through. Attention seekers. There also seems to be group of young men that sometimes prodcuesers shows (and or possibly gay women), and it is clear that those groups are in need of a ‘Queen Bee’ to keep things amicable. A lot of them have no morals whatsoever, yet someone has put them in control of dictating to the masses!! And unfortunately there are viewers out there who take their word as gospel. By the way, what strikes me as ironical is, I noted, especially when I was younger in my 20s, that wealthy people desire exclusive activities, such as an exclusive resort, exclusive transport, exclusive restaurants, exclusive clubs…, and the irony comes in, where I see so many women in Australia, having multiple kids, it’s like they’re creating the opposite of exclusive for themselves. 15. I can see I am going to have to make my own Vichy Shower! 16. Lycra Swimwear Design for Lycra Surf Pant So, over the years, I have liked to purchase my own designer custom print fabric. I used to sell my fabrics on a ‘certain’ website, and quite a lot would get sold. Even though there was very minimal profit margin, there was enough, after an accumulation over a few months, to be able to purchase my own fabric from the same website, at the designer discount, so in affect, I didn’t actually pay for any of the fabrics, which is how I could do it, because actually they’re pretty expensive, and if you’re not working, there’s no way you can afford a custom print fabric. But since I was kicked out of their website (due to one of their staff being a stupid manipulated Nazi saboteur), in 2019, unfortunately this means for me, no more fabrics. But in 2020 we had Covid cash grants, and one of the things I purchased, in bulk, was fabric for Summer Nighties, which actually didn’t work out that expensive considering how much nighties are in the shops, but actually, finding a good cotton summer nighty was pretty impossible, I could not find any, anywhere, everyone was just selling singlets and those little boxer shorts for women - which I really don’t like to sleep in at all. I’ve used quite a few different suppliers, none of them are based in Australia, unfortunately. I have written a review of all of them on my blog, describing, which are the best, and which are pretty bad. But I am doing a separate little story, this time round, because I wanted to order 1m of lycra in my design shown above, and the Lycra was only US$8.50, which is a very good price, ($40/m here) however when I went to check out, postage was US$30, and if I clicked 2m of lycra, the postage went up to US$75 (AU$120)!! So, obviously it doesn’t cost $120 to send 2m of lycra to Australia from China. Therefore, this company is “trying it on”, trying to steal from their customers by overcharging post. As if anyone in their right mind would pay $120 for 2m of lycra. What is wrong with you UBEIT TEXTILE? (Jerry at ubeitex). I don’t want have to put you on my bad list. Too late. By the way, I thought I should attach a screenshot to show the US$75, and 2m, so I went back to their site today, but the postage was not $75 today, it was $38.40! So not sure why they are changing postage costs on a daily basis. But I still wouldn’t be paying $38.40 for postage of 2m fabric, as $38.40 for 2m of fabric, is still overpriced. I did send an email to them, but again they did not get back to me (probably because my last lot of fabrics from the was flawed – guilty conscious). 17. The real facts - This is not 1901 anymore, it’s 2023 I often hear and see people crying racial wealth gap issues. Well, maybe the gap being poor white people and rich black people. I can assure you in Gunnedah black poor people is not a thing, abbo‘s in Gunnedah Drive Mercedes, whilst also collecting Centrelink payments. In Queensland where I live there are a lot of Islanders, and they are all homeowners, and the people who rent, so POOR people, as I have observed, are majority white singles. White Singles This is my experience as I have witnessed life, it might be different in other areas, or it might have once been the other way around, but certainly is not any more. I personally think this is because a lot of abbo’s and Islanders have strong ‘mob’ mentality, as in, large families. Whereas single people are discriminated against in this country. From where I am looking, (and I’m quite an observant person), singles are the most widely discriminated group of people in Australia, way more than any other race or sex discrimination. By a long shot. And here is a good spot to mention, I have witnessed frequently “people of colour” having normal interactions with people, and something bad happens – as it often does, and they cry racism, omg, NO ITS NOT. Shit happens to everyone. I am a perfect example! Suffice to say I think there is some way to “precious” attitudes going on, especially amongst young people, as they are so inexperienced at life and just how difficult it can be. 18. First theft of 1000 items since 1993 I came across these sunglasses recently, and was reminded of the sunglasses I purchased when I got my first job in Sydney, back in 1993, one of my first purchases; and exactly like those above - it's probably the same brand, same model. These sunglasses were my first item to be stolen, and guess who stole the sunglasses? The Common wealth bank staff stole these. They were stolen when I was on my lunch break and had ventured into the bank to deposit my pay check. The staff later contacted me and said I had left my sunglasses on the counter, they would keep them for me until I would be down on my next available lunch break, lunch break was the only time I could go to the bank. When I went down to the bank to get my sunglasses, suddenly there were NO sunglasses, the guy I spoke to went to get them, but came back empty handed and said they are lost. There were no explanation as to what happened to them, so I got a little bit angry, I insisted that they pay $90 because that's how much they cost me, they were designer sunglasses, instead, the bank said they would get back to me, and when they did, they had purchased another pair of sunglasses for $25, which was a knock off, a cheaper version, and gave them to me! This was the Pendle Hill Commonwealth Bank down at Sydney. I mean they were pretty much the same, most people would not be able to tell the difference. But since I've had a few other weird experiences at the bank, as I have described on my blog, and considering how many items have been stolen from me since, it wouldn't surprise me if the bank has something to do with it. Thieving female staff of western suburbs Sydney. Savages. Or maybe "Copycat Perves" Btw, ofcourse now and for some time, I would never spend $90 on a pair of sunnies!! What a waste they were, when I was 19 – young and foolish…… Something about those gold blinkers I think, reminds me of the shiny copper coins when I was 4yrs old…. I suggest you buy you daughters something cheap and shiny along those lines, so they can get it out of their system – the need for shiny objects!! Lol! 19. The Cruel Martingale See that martingale rain , that’s what cruel uptight wannabe hoitytoity bimbos use to ride a horse with.It’s usually pulled much tighter than shown, so that the horse’s head is pointing right downwards. Making the horse extremely uncomfortable, and in pain. In my opinion, it is a torture device. Traditionally the rider does this so she can feel dominant over the horse, as in “bow to me horse, I am in charge”, with supposedly the pain, subduing the horse into obedience. It’s just pathetic, and certainly not necessary if you’re any where near a half decent rider. Of course, I’m certain there are riders who would have no idea the intended effect that the martingale has on a horse. They have just seen and thought “Oh that looks good. I want to do it” - a true bimbo. 20. Television Twits who do Reflections and or the opposite Enough is enough! Years and years of the stupid dogs in the Television and Movie industry who do reflections by manipulative produces who use them, to have a go at people. Those women are true bimbos. I’m not even sure if they’re fully aware of how stupid they are, and how they are being used in this passive manner. But they interfere with my life. Dogs who think it’s fun to “play sides” on screen. At the moment they have decided to take sides with my aunt who I’ve just written a story about describing a situation that happened in the past (a true story ofcourse). Obviously, I must’ve hit the nail on the head, because I got such a reaction from these stupid dogs, who have decided to use their position of power to try to “put me back in my place”. They do this all the time, and for many years, in fact, I think it’s their favourite thing to do, and the whole reason they got into television. Me! Plus, if I encounter someone, like I paths cross in life, those television bimbos get so excited, because they know that they will be able to do reflections and “play sides”. And if no ‘situation’ arises, so no ‘sides’ need to be chosen, then they’ll go out of their way to try and create one by manipulating people who cross my path, like my neighbours. There are so many truly evil people in this world, it’s hard for anyone who has had a remotely good upbringing to even comprehend. Rack off you stupid dogs. This reminds me of a bully cat I encountered at my new address. It belonged to a woman who, {you may have noticed, I have no problem calling a woman a dog if she is one, but I would not normally make a snide comment about a woman’s ‘class’, but in this case, as she herself is a bully, steals from me via the dog network and musicians, plus makes jokes at my expense, I will; she is TRASH. {note, this woman did not swear, spoke normally, that is, when not inebriated, but making jokes at someone else’s expense, is about the trashiest thing anyone can do. “TRASH“ has naught to do with money, and everything to do with attitude; suffice to say this woman had heaps of cash, so, not poor, and she had a cat (she had a dog too, but she killed it – by dragging it along, tied to the back of the car). So, her cat would come and visit me frequently, it would hang out on my car, sleep there. My cat Tulip was not bothered by this other cat, possibly because he is blind. But I noticed when Tulip was ever in the stair well outside, this other cat would very passively just sit at the top of the stairs, to try and keep him down there, and not let him pass to come back out. Those bully’s in the movie industry reminds me of this feline bully situation, with people on television using their chastisement attacks, to try to personally attack my esteem, my self-esteem and my confidence, “get back down in your place”. Talk about dysfunctional people – there they are. This photo was a screenshot from a hallmark movie called ‘Love at Sea’ on prime video, those 2 women are fully guilty. They need to be named and shamed, I do not know their names. Prime are just as bad as any of the commercial/non-commercial TV stations in Australia, that I no longer watch due to too many stupid bitchy women. They are on Netflix too. The ones on Netflix steal from me in my unit at Sarina. My teeny tiny unit, then brag about it onscreen. They are DISGUSTING humans – pure badly raised trash. And rack off Tracy from Bonds 30 years ago - you stupid ignoramus dog, even worse than Kelly and Franka. Infact those 2 could be the stupid dogs who “play sides”. I should add, just one incidence of this attack, every so often, has an “echo” like affect; so very memorable, and tends to overweigh all the good programming that I have seen {the people who are in “good hands”}. Plus, the musician dog network, I believed started in 1996 via Triple J - triple J is a radio station run at the University in Sydney, Sydney Uni, targeting young kids and young adults. At some slots, when nothings scheduled, they must just get anyone from the uni to come in, and DJ. There is a lot of thieving trash in Sydney, even at Sydney Uni. I recall them, when I listened to the radio, pretty much all day everyday back – sneaky thieving woman who would steal via their femine dog ways. The incident in Sarina chemist and the musician busker next door, trying to steal from me – is related to her and the thieving dog network – STILL, some 30 years later. You should never listen to the radio. It’s also annoying to have my Prime or Netflix show interrupted/started with, Trailers with dogs who do signs – and it’s offensive, listening to untalented, trashy people’s attempt at music. I know many other people get offended. For all you people who are clueless, as to what I am talking about: it’s true, and wake up. Previously, this story was called bimbos on TV who do reflections, but I decided to change it to “Television Twits”, but unbeknownst as I was updating, on a couple of places where I upload these; because the title contains the word ‘bimbos’ they have removed my story from the results, so it just goes to show you how much DENIAL there is in the online community. There's no use pretending like it doesn't happen. These women are real, there are a number of terms that are used to describe them - because they are EXTREMELY offensive, their very nature is, and who was the Idiot that put them on television? By the way, I remember back in 1997 or so, before they really started doing their ‘Echo Chambers’ - as someone on YouTube termed it, so, I remember if some TV personality said something good / positive, then then the next day, they'll be these skanky looking dogs copying that personality and being rude and disrespectful. It happened a lot. Like they were trying to balance out the good with the bad – fully sick bimbos. 21. Animals Gambling at Another’s Expense, by Form of Animal This was a screenshot from a movie showing humans using animals to fight one another, and amuse themselves at their fear/anger/terror/brutality/violence and eventual death. This issue again of ‘having fun at someone else’s expense’, just the same as the above story. Only this shot clearly shows the humans in the crowd as barbaric animals. And it reminds me of the stupid retailer women in Australia, specifically kmart Sarina, and Bunnings Tamworth – trash. Absolutely disgusting behaviour. Thankyou movie people for bringing this issue to light. Here's good spot to mention “live animal shows”, and my feelings about them. When I was 19, I stayed with my friend from fashion school at her parents house in Hong Kong. 1992/3. We went to SeaWorld. Back then when I was 19, I didn't really give too much thought as to what it meant going to see a live animal show. I was sitting there watching it, and I just had this most awful feeling come over me the longer I sat there. I wasn't even really sure what was upsetting me so much. There was no “attention” in society to this kind of thing, not like today, I see on Facebook protest about live animal shows, and documentaries showing cruelty by animal trainers. So there is a movement of good people, trying to close them down. (Thankgoodness). It did take me awhile to figure out exactly what the issues are, and why I feel so strongly about live animal shows. At some point, I watched a movie about an elephant who was in a circus, and he was treated badly, cruelly. One day the elephant snapped and threw a hissy fit killed its trainer, and it was really a movie that brought into consciousness how live animal shows are completely wrong, the cruelty that goes on there, and the control and the torture, involved in the training. Taking something out of its natural habitat, destroying its life and freedom, keeping it in captivity, sometime often caged. Just the usual stuff as to why someone or some animal would become totally pissed off, eventually. The only conclusion you can draw is that anyone who goes and sees a live animal show is a complete halfwit, a total backwards retard, who has not evolved from basic humanity, into someone who should be fully evolved and aware, by 2025. WAKE UP. Where is the collective consciousness re this issue. {And how could they not realize what they were doing was completely wrong?} I did write about this before, but the story is missing, now it could be a conspiracy; someone at SeaWorld sabotaging my stories because they make money from live animal shows, STILL TODAY 2025. But since I wrote it a long time ago, it might've just been lost… So do you know any young people? let them become aware about live animal shows, don't let them just bumble along like I did when I was young, not really realising the full extent as to what I was observing. 22. So Many Movies Over Covid19 This one called “Kept Woman”, my comments about it: That main character ‘Simon’ he reminds me of my 7 day ordeal. He is exactly what mental health care workers are like in Australia; they want you to play this worship game with them, and do exactly what they say. If there weren’t any laws those mental health workers would pretty soon end up exactly like Simon by killing the girl that he didn’t like. This is how stupid human nature is. 23. Rowing story re finding your voice, and are you a natural chess player At school, I used to belong to the rowing club, being slim, I was the Cox, for our team of awesome foursome! I loved it! It was like a free ride! Part of the Coxes job is to keep all the rowers in unison, and let them know what’s happening across the field. In order to do this, and bare in mind, that out on the water it’s usually a little gusty, and due to the boats fast momentum, there’s a fair amount of noise going on. And so, in order to communicate to all 4 rowers down the row, the Cox has to yell really loudly (and I do believe this is the sole reason why I ended up having the fortunate job of Cox, much to the dismay of the rowing coaches daughter, who missed out). I say this because, at this point in my life, I really had no voice at all. I mean it was there. It was just hiding, I didn’t know how to raise it even a little bit, let alone extremely loudly. And so, Juliet, the girl who was first rower, sitting directly in front of me, she could hear me no problems, but, as she realised that my voice was kind of pathetic, and the others couldn’t hear me, even though I was really trying to be loud, she came up with a devious way to get me to be louder and yell; and that was basically by pissing me off, as the angrier I got, the louder I was (dam her sneaky cleverness!!) So, at the end of a ‘session’ with Juliet- I had definitely found my voice! – seriously, if it were not for her I would still be mumbling in my beard ! J God works in mysterious ways! Btw, when I first heard some of those African Americans singing cappella, I was just a little bit amazed and shocked at such a loud and strong voice, it's like they recognised in the past they had no voice, and so they're making up for a big time with a big loud voice now! Kudos to them. So far as Coxing was going, I’m not sure I was actually a good Cox; I mean, at our first regatta, I looked across the water 1/4 the way through, and we were coming dead last, so then after I started my ‘angry yelling’, we suddenly popped into first, looking to win easy, but due to the HUGE width of the river, when I looked across to the finish line, I thought we had crossed it, and told them to stop rowing, but indeed we had not crossed it, it was an allusion created by the distance, so we ended up coming almost last, in that final 5 seconds. So, it was very disappointing for the 4 of them, they’re all very competitive big girls! {not big as in fat! – actually there were no ‘fatties’ at all in my year at school, no overweight girls, zero}. I did not mind so much, except to see them so disappointed. I was kind of in it only for the free ride across the water! It really is beautiful out on the water, especially in the early of the morning. Such is my nature! Not a sore loser at all! It was the same when I learnt to play chess; I remember when I was 21. I had just moved into my flat down at Pendle Hill, started my first job at Bonds, and my brother had moved in briefly, after he crashed and totalled his car in Canberra – doing drag races. But, he played chess and he wanted to play with me, and he taught me how to play it, but as soon as I figured out the general gist of what was going on in this game, I told him no, noway! I am not playing this; it’s basically a game where you have got to think ahead and strategize on how to destroy your opponent! It’s not a game for me; my thought process doesn’t involve thinking ahead and strategizing about destroying anything ever! It’s like trying to get me to think in the ‘opposite’ of my normal thought patterns. So unfortunately, Daniel couldn’t play chess. Btw when I lived at Pendle Hill, I drove down to the blue mountains one weekend and purchased a couple of ferrets! As pets! They were just to cute for words. One night Daniel left the window open, no more ferret. I think the neighbours dog ate it. He shortly moved out into a flat with a male flatmate, a graphic designer, whether he could play with him, I’m not sure. But I do believe chess is more suited to the male thought process. Having said that, one of my favourite movies, aside from the movies mentioned on my favourites list, was The Queens Gambit - about a famous female chess player; a chess genius who came up with a famous chess manoeuvre, involving sacrificing the Queen in order to save the others. She had a tragic childhood, no parents, so I guess she would have no qualms about sacrificing a Queen!! There is another story involving rowing, actually I've written about it when I was at Gin Gin, but I couldn’t find it anywhere, seems to have disappeared, so I'll put it here again; after we had our season of rowing it was time to start racing. We were to team up with our brother school across the way, TAS, and travel over to, I think it was Coffs Harbour, or somewhere like that. At this point none of us girls, had really had anything to do with boys, we were in year 10. So, when the bus of the TAS rowing team pulled up, (we were standing out the front of the bus stop), everyone - all the 'little girls', kind of ran away to the back, except me of course, leaving me standing at the front, ready to hop on the bus. (I'm not very a fearful person, but possibly out of all the girls, I was most likely to be the most ill-equipped to handle a bus load full of boys!!) When I hesitantly got on the bus, the first person I saw was Spril, Sprilla! He was my next door neighbour from 'Holwood' at Gunnedah, that was his nickname, his family used that name, we were good family friends, so I was delighted to see a familiar face, and I sat down right next to him and just started chatting, all concerns out the window. By the way, he had told me all of the TAS rowing team were also a little hesitant to turn up at the girls school, because they thought the rowing team must be, like, all of these big beefy butch man-hating women!! So, when they pulled into the bus stop and saw all the 'little girls' running away and then saw me, completely petite, they were all very relieved too! Lol Image from 2018 NEGS newsletter 24. Anyone who does NOT have a Spectacular Garden in their Backyard, is a Fool I found this photo online , I was so impressed with Ricardo Galvão’s Garden, a big healthy pond, complete with fish, and one big enough for a quick dip in summer, plus eyecandy observation opportunity with fun snorkelling. Some people just know how to live. Others don’t – I have seen rows upon rows (upon rows) of housing, all with a green rectangular lot out back – and that’s it, that’s all those dozens and dozens of home owners have done with their backyard – a green lawn. They are totally missing out on a great part about being alive on earth, and how boring, uncreative, unadventurous so many people are. 25. Average Weekly Australian Paypacket You know, the Average weekly take-home pay packet for a woman is : $1,781.60 (in the public sector, that is, a government job, like a council worker) and $1,490.70 (in the private sector) 19 Aug 2021 My weekly pay packet is $390.50 When my lease ends, I am expected to find somewhere new to live and rent - have you seen the rental prices in QLD? An anywhere near half respectable house, only begins in the late $300/early $400’s per week. No wonder I’m so pissed off. Also note how the public sector earns more than the private sector - this goes all the way back to private schools, because private schools are taught in a very oppressive backwards ways, and hence they have less abilities to make money. https://emilyconstancebieman.wixsite.com/blog Btw, the minimum wage, the take home pay is $605. So the average above does not really count for anything, as it has come about from all the rich people’s extreme high salaries, pushing the average up, making everyone feel inadequate. Anyway, I seem to manage, but sometimes I encounter people who seem to have no concept of what it means to have no spare money. Like social situations are not good, so, lucky I don’t socialize much. Also, some people are aware, but then assume I am out to try to steal or take advantage of them and their money. 26. Big Picture insights I know they have done many ‘think tank studies’, and all major players agree, that democracy is the best way to govern. But watching the wonderful footage (and what a stunning country), we can see of the world now via YouTube, {photo above shows a screenshot of one part of the country, next to a shot of another part }. I can plainly see in this country, that there is theft going on, and, in the name of ‘democracy’. I feel the powers that be, are slow to do thing something about this, due to the fact that they are threatened, that somebody’s going to take away their money. So I figure, it’s up to me to say something, since my monies to take away are somewhat limited. J I have been to Bali, once, when I was 9. 27. Dads Redback Spider Story Dad used to tell everybody his Redback Spider story, we’ve all heard, but I am going to write it down for anyone who hasn’t heard it! And since I briefly mentioned it on my blog, but was deleted by hackers, I will do a whole photo story for it!! When dad was at school, he used to play football, he had football boots with cleats (shoes with studs on the outer sole to aide grip on a grassy field). This one day, just after he started playing his match, he had some pain in his foot, he sat down, took his boots off, and he could see he had been bitten by a redback spider, that had been in his shoe. Apparently, it was all very dramatic and serious, there happened to be somebody there who had a hearse car, and so it was them who volunteered to take dad up to the emergency hospital so he could lie down! It was a bit of a joke about that - going to the hospital in the car used to transport the dead! But pulled through the spider bite, but I believe there were long term side-effects. He didn’t really talk about that side of things, but every single morning from that day forward, I saw that he checked his shoes, even when he was an old man, he still checked his shoes before putting them on. Back then he lived in Killara, Sydney, where there are prevalent redbacks, however I believe redbacks all over Australia. Interesting how he had this foot problem, and I have been unable to walk on my foot properly for the last 5 years due to boot sabotage. There are some godawful people in life. 28. Aus Study Theft by Centrelink Bimbos I believe it’s called “Youth Allowance” now – money available for anyone under 24 in study or looking for work. So, in Feb this year, I put in a complaint with Centrelink stating they discriminate! This girl bothered to contact me back, saying ‘why do you say discriminate’ - she really wanted to know why I used the word discriminate. And the reason why I had said it, {but not actually put it in the complaint} was because I was denied Disability when I couldn’t walk on my foot, and I was entitled to it according to their rules I read on their website. (You are eligible if you have a condition longer than three years) And they refused it, and it just reminded me of the time when I was 18 and I went in to Centrelink, on the North Shore of Sydney, near where I was studying fulltime, asking to get Aus study. I was entitled to it. But the girl in the counter said “NO, YOU CAN’T GET IT YOU’RE NOT ELIGIBLE”, she was rude and a bitch. I can’t remember if I filled in their form or not, I guess not, as I would have got the form there then, but she sent me packing – Actually I can only remember being at the Centrelink office and being turned away, I am not even sure I made it to the counter….”no Aus study applications”. And me being a very young 18yr old, just left thinking, what a shit, then proceeding to near starve for the next two years. That stupid Centrelink girl was discriminating. And for 2 reasons; She assumed that I had money, maybe I was dressed particularly nicely that day – I was studying fashion. So, the latest girl said “discrimination” as in, being discriminated against for having money? She was being facetious. And the other, being I do not have an overly attractive face. I’m writing about this because I’ve written about it before, but it was stolen, - yet another piece of my writing stolen. But this is actually quite a big thing; people who aren’t very pretty get discriminated against, big time. Mainly women, but I guess men to when dealing with young bimbos would be discriminated against too? Back then I still hung out occasionally with school friends, one of them in particularly was ‘pretty’, well, the boys certainly thought so, {I personally thought she was a bit of a plain jane – but I won’t tell her that  !} Whenever I was with her, it was literally like I was living in a different world. She would have dozens of men coming up to her, in any situation, to see if she wanted anything, all so polite and respectful – it was extraordinary. And that girl would have no idea what it’s like, for someone who is not so attractive. She would have no idea how disrespectful some (by that I mean many) men are. I can’t quite recall what else I said in my story when I was talking about pretty vs ugly discrimination with my once-upon a time pretty friend. But bottom line is people who aren’t very pretty get discriminated against. And women who are attractive get the world laid out before their feet. Maybe I mentioned the government are aware of such things, as they made facial reconstruction surgery free, for anyone who is born with a cleft lip. When I told the complaints girl about not receiving Aus study at 18, she said they keep all their records, and told me that they never received an application form, so therefore they can’t address the complaint. How convenient for them. I later thought it was some stupid woman from Gunnedah who works for a politician that may have pretended to be Centrelink staff and turned me away? The same woman who dug up all my trees on Orange Grove Rd, and was obsessed with “class” while I was living at Tulcumbah (maybe obsessed because she was so trashy, a trashy thief!) ?? I really don’t know, but that woman who stole my trees deserves a bullet in her ear. I want to add here, being turned away like this when I was meant to be there, it’s the kind of thing really affects your psyche. A passive aggressive method of putting someone on a path of “Negative Nancy” where nothing works out. Theres no point. Theres no hope. You know, I have tried to do something about the state of the workers who work for Centrelink – they are by far the biggest dogs in Australia, as you would know if you have read my blog. When I went into the Gunnedah Centrelink, every time, there would be a bunch of women sitting up the back chit chatting – doing absolutely no work, ever, it was a total ‘bludge out chat feast for lazy bimbos’ – a fulltime job. And there were at least 40 girls – that’s 40 dogs receiving salaries for doing Jack Shit – and people discriminate about the unemployed – AH HELLO – “WORKERS” STEALING TAX PAYERS MONEY. Anyway, not that I really cared what the staff did or did not do, but due to their tyrannical nasty nazi dog antics (like pulling out the starter plug on my car so I would be stranded there, AND A WHOLE HEAP MORE), and after a lot of complaining, they were shut down, there are minimal staff there now, and Jobs Providers have taken over dealing with recipients. {Who by the way, like everyone else, OVERSTEP THEIR BOUNDRY – just same as centerlink, same as police, same as landlords, same as rental girls, same as plane/biker/car hoons who annoys me, same as dogs}. But the fact that I was once again knocked back for payment, tells me they are still run by dogs. Burn in hell burn in hell, you stupid bitches from Centrelink 29. Whip Bird Story, Eastern Whipbird (Psophodes olivaceus) One time I drove down to Sydney via the backway, through Yengo National Park. I think it borders Wollombi National Park too. There were these huge big, beautiful trees, a forest with these amazing birds calling and echoing through the whole forest, singing in that high soprano shrill, for hrs, the whole time I was driving through – nice and slow, with the windows down. It was absolutely beautiful - such a pleasant driving experience. Bush fragrant too. Then later, a few weeks, maybe months (?) out of my farm at Rangari one day, I heard those same birds, that I had heard way down south (probably 400km away). Before then, I certainly had never heard them, they were not from around the Gunnedah area. I did not even know their name at that point. I thought that can’t be real, I thought maybe someone like Heath Barwick or the dogs on Radio National or a stalking musician (Delta Goodrum), had gotten wind of my new favourite bird, and decided to play some bird recordings from afar? But as I was listening to them again a few days later, I actually saw them - live in the flesh! – not recorded!! They came right onto my veranda and started playing around in front of the mirror that I had hanging on the veranda wall. Making these beautiful noises too! Lol. Had they too followed me up??!! perhaps, they had gotten wind of my new favourite bird, and decided to fly 400km (by car, so prob 200km by the way of the parrot fly’s)! SHE LOVES US!! Someone told me then; they were Australian Whipbirds ; they thought it hilarious that my favourite bird was called Whipbird; as that person was probably one of those stupid dogs who try to inflict pain on me from afar – going back to church and the whole kneeling thing. STUPID WOMEN. {btw, not without my permission, you mentally deluded bimbos}. And, they are called Whipbirds, as there is a crack at the end of their call, like a whip being cracked, sound. Some years later I heard some Bellbirds, and it reminded me of all the echoes too, so it could have been both Bellbird and Whipbird in that forest. I also noted when I looked up the bird calls online, there are numerous recordings, and there are many slightly different variations of calls, some higher than others, some ending in a low crack, others ending in a shrill crack. Unfortunately I didn’t get a sound recording or a photograph of them. And again, it really annoys me how Google have removed all of the free images from their search results, even if you select the non-licensable box, in search tools, they have replaced them all with licensable ones, because they want people to purchase them, and not have access to the thousands of free images that there are. I’m really annoyed about it. There’s heaps of free images available, and Google should include them. Now, if you want a free one, you have to already know about free websites with free images, and go hunting for them. {Its like that bird saying to a Birder “pay to take that photograph thankyou!” – or a thieving stalking harassing bimbo turning around to me, and saying “pay for that story”!!} 30. My Teaching Experience re Knitting I can honestly say knitting has changed my life; I no longer have to wait anymore. I started knitting because I found receptionist (especially at Drs) kept me waiting for hours -once I started knitting, my life changed, my waiting time was cut down to like 5 minutes. Females are such a pervert’s (secret) apparently if you knit, your “boring”! Once at Centrelink at Parramatta I was kept waiting 5 hours - really, nooo hard feelings at all. If only I had a photo of that bimbo receptionist/serve counter girl. The receptionists at the Barbara Street medical Centre and the Rural health Centre in Gunnedah, not only are pervy bitches, but take advantage of being able to perve on single women waiting, by stealing from their open bag at the counter (dogs working in packs), and also trying to be antagonistic, by being difficult about making appointments, and simply trying to infuriate single ladies {I'm fairly certain they wouldn't try these antics with any man. In fact, one thing I've noticed amongst most young women, is that they are completely different if there is a man around. I mean COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. They are pretty much schizophrenic. Like ‘sweet talking, polite, respectful, around men, but then stupid bloody bitches around women when there are no men looking. It still happens today even over the phone with council staff. This is a real thing. A real dysfunction that other women suffer from. Anyway, that is a different story. But the receptionist at Gunnedah, I need to also mention, if you get angry with them and about their stupid antics about NOT making appointments, then they will accuse you of having mental health problems, and furthermore they will use their power and influence, working in the health industry, to try and get you institutionalised; just because you raised your voice at them. THEY ARE DISGUSTING CREATURES. All doctors receptionist, as far as I'm concerned, need a bullet to the ear. Did you hear that stupid blonde – not going to be changing my mind ever you little twit. I’ve started to take photos of them when I enter a building now, same across all receptionists, in all areas - it works, they do not want other people to know they are merely little pervy bitches. Also writing this blog has helped tremendously, as most “good” people, have no idea what those evil women are like. Clueless, until now, till I spilt the beans. I know I shouldn't really get so worked up about stupid blondes, {as some guy pointed out to me!} And especially as nature has a way of taking care of such evilness - I know that they will get their come-uppance. But still sometimes they follow me after I leave, often harass me from my neighbours, they did this at Gunnedah, and Gin Gin, and here someone has built a bungalow next door when I moved in – they harass me from the neighbours. A common thing for dogs to do. They also watch me and my house, and steal from me, from my house, and from my locked car. Essential oils are their no 1 favourite item to steal – they take 1, use it for a month or so, then return it, and take another, and do the same. Recently when this happened at a shop I went into at Sarina, I discovered if I go straight from there to a police station, the harassers take off! - I did not even have to go inside the station!! (it happen to be closed). So, knitting has helped me somewhat – but if I forget my knitting at the Dr’s – well its bimbo dog reflection hell for me!! I should add, in Gunnedah, I used to knit a lot. A LOT. This was back when my arms worked properly, and I could knit at 50 miles an hour. I would come in after working hard in the garden all morning, then sit all evening knitting and resting. I have done heaps of garments, accessories, crafty things, all manner of techniques. Actually, not to toot my own horn, but I am a bloody good knitter, and have come up with some good stitch patterns, and aswell as special techniques. Plus ofcourse – knitting jumpers was a must, to keep me warm at Rangari in the winter. Actually, I love beautiful yarns, I love looking at beautiful things, and I love people who take pride and effort in their daily choice of dress - I don’t mean spending on expensive brands, I mean dressing with thought and creativity. Besides, in healthy populations, dressing well, commands respect , and everyone wants respects. My mother taught me to knit in my final year of school; I created a wonderful technicoloured coat from neck to ankle. I went on to complete a diploma in Fashion. I worked 10 years in the fashion industry. I ‘rediscovered’ knitting a few years ago after I got a virus at the nursing home, and I have taken much interest in learning and researching various knitting techniques and garment construction. I have many designs and hope to do more in the future. I have made a decision to keep fibres natural, and I find myself on a textile journey, growing and producing my own fibres, and discovering natural dyes. I have taught Knitting, a course at the Gunnedah Community College. So, this is how this story relates to My Teaching Experience re Knitting; I recall back to the time when I taught a class of knitting at the Gunnedah Community College. At this particular time in my life, I was fully in to knitting, I had spent quite a few years knitting, I had researched many techniques and tried many techniques. I was actually very savvy knitting and knew a lot of tricks. So, I got this classroom, full of ladies, I was determined to teach them all these wonderful skills that I had learnt. However, I think I may have been the only one in the room that took knitting really quiet so seriously!  I soon discovered mainly everybody else was there was there for social reasons. Nevertheless, I think I passed on a few tips and tricks, with the most important being the “Long Tail Cast On” as far as I was concerned this was the basics of basics that one needed to know if one knits, (no one in the Gunnedah class had ever heard of it), in fact, most of them were only familiar with the knit stitch, and did not even know what a purl was (!) – and considering knitting only consists of 2 stitches, the knit, and the purl, (that’s all there is to it - everything else is just a combination of how those 2 stitches are put together), it was a little sad for me, that they did not share my enthusiasm for knitting – one woman couldn’t understand at all why on earth she would need to know how to purl! Also, I had to mention phones, I tried to ‘ban’ mobile phones in class, I knew they would be a problem for me, as I know how much reflective ‘dogs on phones’ were a problem for me, even back then too. But pretty much no-one, paid attention to my little course outline notes, and indeed, they can be really annoying when they go off in class, and someone just starts talking on her phone, when you’re in the middle of teaching. I did not feel I could pull out my bull whip and give her a good lashing. Phone takers are rude and disrespectful. If I was a high school or primary school teacher, I would definitely make it a rule that there were no phones. And if I caught anyone on the phone in class, I would confiscate the phone, and not just for the remainder of the class, but for the remainder of the term. In fact, if I had a child, I definitely wouldn’t be giving them a phone at all, while they’re in school. They do not need a phone. Maybe on their 18th birthday I would consider it. Although now in a family home, they don’t even have a landline connected, so it might be a little shadier, as in, not a black and white situation. No hard and fast rules. But generally, I say no to phones. It’s definitely a way that the kids / adults are distracted, and form together, to gang up on their ‘victim’, whether it be the teacher or other students. It is a bully tool. I mean, it’s not like I said anything to any of the rebellious women who were speaking on the phone in my class, I just ignored them, but that rebellious factor would have been why they had them in class, as I said NO PHONES IN CLASS, in the course pamphlet. (rebellion - dare I say it – STUPID). On the last day, I decided to take some cinnamon buns in for the class, and when I got there, only 1 person had turned up for the last day. mmm! Also, one of them stole all my unorganized Class Knitting Notes. Such is women. Above photo shows: my first 3 jumpers I knit, with my sister Penny modelling the left one. I used to have all my patterns on Ravelry, (for just over 10yrs ) and I would sell them for $2.50 – I sold heaps (with the condition that if you had no kids, then you could get any of my patterns for free!!). But since someone at Ravelry is friends with the girls who are stealing from me (the bimbo receptionists – the whole dog network.) I won’t mention any names, (CASEY FORBES); she removed my whole profile page, including my profile picture, aswell as my newest pattern!! I told her that my profile page was a MY profile, and not their profile – but she did not care (They are total non-thinking bimbo Nazis. So, I had all the problems I was facing as a single lady on my profile page. They did not like that at all – actually I suspect the “thieving bully from Gunnedah” complained to them about my profile, so they deleted it, non-thinking form. You know the problem cannot be fixed if you’re not aware of it sillies, and ha, as it was up there for 10yrs before you nazied it! Message for them: Stand up to manipulative sweet-talking bullies, and have some bloody guts admin. This is life – not a classroom, you silly women. Those women that run that website, discriminate against other women who are not married. Yet another person/business, that could be sued for discrimination.) Actually, I think those women that run that website secretly think they are rich, and superior – a better class, therefore they don’t have to worry about any of the world’s problems, that’s for other people to do something about, all they have to do is stay ‘positive’ all the time, and get rid of anyone who suggests all is not good – (like what stupid bimbos do). Facebook admin is exactly the same. Also, I believe guilty NEGS girls were responsible for that (there is a lot of puppetry that goes on in life). So, I did have all my patterns listed here for free, but I found after 5 yrs, no one requested any, plus I think the nature of dog perverts – well, they just steal any they want, as they can see. So, I removed them. Here is a screen shot of some of my patterns, a little pixalated Life Stories P19 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15 , LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19 (this), LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

A lot of employers will not pay young people superannuation if they think they can get away with it, as a young person may not know their entitlements, they might not even get paid in full. (Female employers are the worst offenders) and what is wrong with secondary education – all that kind of thing should be taught in yr10, stuff about Super, Holiday pay, minimum wage, overtime. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS INFORMATION IS NOT TAUGHT IN SCHOOLS I CAN’T BELEIVE IT. Not to mention a fashion designer I onc Life Stories P5 Front rockery, early stages at Rangari 2. Back rockery in Winter at Rangari 3. A few of my Fabric Designs 1. All my hard work of “boulder collecting” stolen and wasted I went and collected all those rocks from down the paddock, it took quite some effort I can tell you. In the end the most effective way was tying a rope around the rock (in fact I ended up using a horse hey bail net – turned out to be the strongest piece of rope I had) then drag the rock behind my little Daewoo, up the paddock into the yard. I went through a lot of ropes before I found the netting worked, although I did have to throw it out after the last one, it had HAD it! I believe there is a wire rope you can purchase, which may have been better, but since I didn’t have any money, using what I had was the only option. I really miss this rockery, and it just would’ve looked spectacular by now, 5 years later - the whole wall would’ve been covered in climbing roses and creeping fig, plus the 15 Melaleucas would be all bunched up along the bottom under the window and along the whole front, flowering madly. And then the pig face in front of them, when all in flower, in spring, it would’ve been a knockout. I would have collected all that seed by now, to add to my shop collection, and they were 15 unusual varieties of melaleucas. I find nurseries often only have one or two varieties of each species. I mean take the ‘Kings Park’ Callistemon for example, I think there was one big wholesale nursery who must’ve made up about 1 billion of those cuttings, and everywhere you go (in my experience) where ever I’ve lived, you can always see a ‘Kings Park’ Callistamon! So there is definitely a lack of diversity in Australian nurseries, and that’s why my nursery is important - but chop chop chop, typical bloody bullies bulldozing their way over the little people. I did move that white Jasmine, around to the front Veranda. I figured the wall would just be better all green with the three climbing roses and the creeping fig. When I relocated, I took my grey water irrigation with me, little did I know, I would not be able to take it up to QLD on the truck, so that was a waste. Maybe there would have been a chance that the new tenant would’ve used it, and so all those plants would have that additional water, being so closely planted they would need the additional water to survive. Although, a tenant in there, probably wouldn’t use green washing powder, so they probably all would’ve died anyway with an elcheapo washing powder. You know, up until David and Brendan sold ‘my house’, they were by far the best landlords I’ve ever had, including since then too. (aside from the reasons previously discussed on this blog ) But, mainly being because, they didn’t really give a toss about the house, it just came with the land, which is what they were interested in, and indeed before me, they had left the house vacant, it had been vacant since David’s dad died 10yrs prior, and they only rented it, as I was friends with their neighbour. So, I was pretty much left to my own devices, free to do exactly what I wished around the place, plus both were always busy. It is my experience, that a landlord who isn’t a busy person, makes a bad landlord. Interfering Medalling Mary’s!! So, the less contact, the longer the tenancy; win win for both. My latest realtor at Sarina, could well take this advice. 4. English class in high school I want to talk about my English class in Secondary education (high school). In English we used to sit there for hrs each year, while the teacher droned on and on, I really have no memories of English class or what we did, except I recall once we did a Shakespeare play, and we had turns around the class to read a paragraph each, I clearly remember it, because when it was about to be my turn, I got all panicky and nervous about reading in public, I would skip ahead and read my paragraph to myself, to practice and so I knew what I would be talking about. Public speaking is just not my thing, I really hate it, -at least I didn’t have to stand up in front of everyone, we could just do it sitting at our desks. It would’ve been worse too if we had to memorise it and speak, as I tend to forget everything once I am standing in front of people like that, I freeze totally, my mind goes blank (it’s a problem that should have been addressed at some point in my schooling while my mind was developing, another example of failed teaching practices in Australia, as apparently this is a common thing). So, the fact I could remember this particular class so well was because I was stimulated, meaning for all the other English classes, we were all under-stimulated. Dep of Education – take note. Creative and harmless ways to stimulate kids thank you very much. As a side story, I was not that good at English anyway – whatever English really was, still a little unsure what the point of it was. But I had my mother on my back about it “go and see your teacher and ask her what you can do to improve yourself”, she was so persistent that eventually I went to the teacher in her staff room (beginning of year 12), and the teacher was so delighted that someone had taken an interest in the subject, that she did actually help me greatly, she gave me information about how to write an essay. I don’t know if she had covered this in class and I missed it? But I learnt that there’s actually a very good technique in writing an essay; you know you start with the introduction of the subject that you will be talking about, then you write 3 or 4 paragraphs about the subject, and then you conclude with a little summary paragraph of the subject. (this will keep your essay making sense and easy to read) so I was pleased I went and saw her. So, this particular teacher so happened to have twins - 2 girls about our age. I was really curious about this twin factor, as I had not known any twins. So, my mission from then on in English class was to get her to talk about her twins, which to me would be far more interesting than whatever she was droning on about. She loved talking about her kids, like a mother does, and so basically for the rest of that year, all we did in English (much to the dismay of some of my fellow classmates!!) was listen to her stories about her twins!! It was fantastic, and, in my mind, this should be the point of English – peoples stories. (My marks indeed went up from that point forward – don’t worry at HSC time, they went back down to normal average!!) BTW, there are certain acting methods and exercises that should be done in primary schools to allow kids to learn to express themselves particularly in front of other people. And, why Communication is not taught in English, IS BEYOND COMPREHENSION. And don’t you teachers complain that kids are disrespectful –well der, you have to actually teach them how to be respectful, teach them how to listen, how to be interested in life – this does not come naturally to people, kids especially are selfish and in ID (ego) mode. Unfortunatly some people never grow up. Cherrie. (They must be up to the Argentine Tango phase of their marriage ! lol) And what is the point of cursive handwriting? -please, communication must be done as easy and clear has possible, clear standard handwriting only thanks!! This is not the last century any more, awake with the times. I recently heard a woman talking about her consultancy work, with leaders in the workplace, after the interview, I gathered the message was: the most important thing you have to do in your life is learn how to communicate. Ofcourse I agree, have mentioned it on my blog, I think it should be a class unto itself. And in fact, it's the most important thing you can give to your children, because teachers don't seem to do it, because it is difficult: you have to sit down with your kids and have difficult conversations. Teenagers particularly hate talking whole conversations, they hate talking about difficult things. So, if you can teach them how to do this, then you'll be setting your kids up for success: they will be successful at whatever they do. I thought back to my communication skills, and remembered something my mother did in year six: the teacher set us “lecturettes”. So, mum helped me with my lecturette, because I was completely at a loss, of course. The topic was “Lettuce”, probably mum chose it because she was a total health nut (diet was very important!). So, my lecturette was about how good lettuce is! My ending line that mum came up with was “so lettuce all eat lettuce!” lol such a typical mum joke. So, mum went through this lecturette with me many times, so I would know how to speak with emotion and expression, so I wouldn't be monotone and boring, unlike what a shy child would naturally do. She gave me confidence. I did not have to memorize it; she gave me cards with key points. She knew what she was doing. I made everyone in the class want to eat lettuce! It definitely worked; I got a big A+ from the teacher. So, I learned to how to speak in front of people. Not really sure that I really have ever liked speaking in front of people, and in different situations, it is well, different, not all audiences are as likeable as my primary school class! But, got to say, I know how to do it- because of mums good interference in sixth class. I do recall later in year 9 I think it was, we had to put on a little skit, a small play in front of the class, in English. I had this little scene with one other girl, and we had rehearsed until we knew our lines by heart. My friend who I was rehearsing with, was completely lazy, and she didn't want to rehearse and learn her lines, but I insisted, and helped her, so we rehearsed and rehearsed until we got it down to perfection. When it was our turn to perform, in front of the class; guess what, complete stage fright - like, I could not remember ANY of my lines, the whole thing was a total disaster, well, my part was, but the teacher at the end, starts rewarding my friend, "oh she knew all her lines, what a good memory she has and how diligent she is, taking the whole thing so seriously by learning all her lines" - she was making a point of saying how hopeless I was, by praising my friend. Albeit true, but I couldn't believe it, because my friend wouldn't have done it without me - I was the one who made it all happen, - (I guess it must be the same for producers and directors; who've put together an outstanding movie or play, and then to see the actors getting all the credit !!) lol Actually, I noticed my friend in other areas of her life, she's exactly the same; if she's not 'egged' on or if it's not a competition, she won't do it. So that English teacher was the same English teacher who went on 2 yrs later, to do the "twin stories"! - Looking back on my life, this is so typical; so many good things that come about for me personally, usually comes about out of guilt, because women muck up all the time, they can't help themselves. Typical tyrannical Australian Nazisbitches. Think women think! – even smart ones like teachers, still have to constantly think about their choices. Well, passive aggressive at any rate. 5. Criminal vigilantes picking on gardeners who grow exotic plants There appears to be an element of stupidity in the plant world, in areas like: Quarantine, Plants societies like Australian National Botanic Gardens, Parks Australia, Australian Native Plant Society, and weed decision maker departments, I guess that would be the Department of Agriculture (meant to be the Department of agriculture). Within these groups, there are some, I guess, who have been named “purist” out there who believe only indigenous plants to the area should be grown, which in my opinion is just ridiculous, it’s like saying you cannot grow that bottlebrush in your garden because it’s not native to that area, it it’s only found in Western Australia, so only if you live in Western Australia, and in that particular region, can you grow this- and the list goes on of course, there are dozens of beautiful native ornamentals that people grow in their gardens. Those so-called Purists, are trying to inflict themselves on the community in various ways like through Facebook, they attack online nurseries, particularly the small ones, they try to close nurseries down that sell exotics (and do close them down with false accusations of selling noxious weeds), and there seems to be vigilantes out there in the community who are ready to rip out peoples plants from their garden if they’re not indigenous. These people need to be severely fined, there’s no laws against growing most plants (there is a list of plants that is advised you shouldn’t grow in certain areas of Australia, there’s also another list that you definitely are not allowed to grow, because it affects agriculture), most people are responsible and would wish to comply with these lists, we all love this country including its unique flora, but on the whole, it is none of your business what other people grow in their gardens, deal with it: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. And of course, this vigilante behaviour most definitely extends to exotic plants. I’ve had many exotic plants that aren’t a weed threat, stolen by vigilantes’ members from one of the groups I’ve mentioned above as well as confiscated in the post either by Australian quarantine or a vigilante posing as Australian quarantine these are the kind of disgraceful criminal tactics these people are using. Eucalyptus kruseana, native to Kalgoorlie, Western Australia Argyranthemum frutescens - Marguerite Daisy, native to the Canary Islands (part of Spain) Both doing very well in my NSW Garden, both far from being a weed threat 6. Culmination of thought, Wilful story I remember as a very young child listening to Elvis Presley Hound Dog song, there is a line in it “well you ain’t never caught a rabbit and you ain’t no friend of mine” Got me thinking how I, as a 4yr old, could catch one of those rabbits down the paddock, not reading the true meaning of the line. -but I knew where all the rabbits were- we lived on a farm, and there was a place that was full of hundreds of rabbits, this was before the introduction of those two bates that killed them all) I resolved myself to thinking it is a good thing I had no intentions of being friends with Elvis Presley because I could not catch a rabbit! Anyway, on the farm at Rangari I had cats, and every now and again my cat Mia would kill a rabbit, and I was walking down to the mail early one morning and there was a fresh kill, still had steam coming off it, I thought it might have been a fox and I’ve scared it off, so I’ll just leave it, as a fox may return after I’ve gone. Then on my way back the rabbit was still there, so I decided I’ll take it up to the cats, cut it up for them. As I was cutting up this rabbit, skinning it, the flesh looked quite delicious, I thought, if this rabbit hadn’t been on the ground with dirt, I would think it would be quite tasty. So, then I thought, well if I hit one in the car, which had happened once before, -they get dazed by the headlights, I’ll go back and get it. So, it would’ve been less than a week later, I hit a rabbit in the headlights, I remembered my plan, so went back to get it. It had been hit by the car in such a way that it was already skinned and gutted! I believe I had the opportunity to try rabbit because of the combination of thought I had; it was my plan to try it. And that’s how ‘will’ works, it is very powerful, sometimes you just have to think something, and it can come true, you don’t even have to do anything. Having said that when I bought that dead kill up to my cats, my little Mia was so happy, she was purring 100miles an hour, so loudly too! and I’m thinking to myself well maybe this is Mia’s little plan, she knew I’d walk down to the mail, so she caught it, and left it there in hopes that I would bring it back up and cut it up, because it’s not something she can easily do! My little smarty-pants Mia {some people say I “will” intelligence!} Some people believe, if 2 people are together, or even a group infact, then only 1 persons “will”, will be mirrored. Fate is decided by he/she who has the most influence in the situation. It’s like destiny aligns itself with that person, and the ebb and flow of life will mirror their desire. I have noticed this to be true to an extent. Great tragedies have unfurled because of 1 persons will – the weakness lying in the fact that the others in the group do not understand how to influence their good. I do believe most people live in fear of someone who is “willful”, thinking that it's inevitable that a tragedy will unfurl. {As opposed to something positive}. An unfounded fear in my circumstances - like my bank story: and the women they're trying to unempower me; this is why, they fear that my will, will be so influential, that something bad will happen. I did go onto mention in my bank story about how the people who work for the bank came up with a sneaky plan to steal from me - so their fears were about themselves really, are not about me!! Its preety much the opposite! And take the police for instance; they are given so much power, and they are so stupid that really horrid things happen as a result of the police. 7. NEGS - The Source of all many problems I have moved to a new location, and am trying to start a Sewing Alteration business. On the weekend I took some skirts over to MPB, that I had hemmed for a customer and while I was parked, before I had dropped them off, some saboteur had broken into the car, dishevelled all my beautifully hung and ironed skirts, and put a big yellow mark on one of them, it was total sabotage - they also ripped down my flyers that I’d hung up around various spots at MPB. So, along with the stealing, this kind of sabotage happens to me frequently and has done so over the past 20 years, and I’ve just come to the realisation of who it most likely is, as I’ve just seen her again now in Gin Gin, - this is the 9th time I have seen her in various locations across Australia, she literally is stalking me - one of my house mistresses from when I was at school, Miss Goldman -I was targeted by her some, she was kind of obsessed with me, due to an incident that happened in year 7. And since leaving school, it will be no coincidence that I have seen her no less than nine times in different states (Melbourne, 3 times, Sydney once, Port Douglas once, the Central Coast twice, in Gunnedah and now in Gin Gin, and I only noticed by fluke, because I usually don’t notice people too much, so there could be many other times, I often feel like I’m being followed and harassed by the same group of people) so I think she may be stalking me big time, her name was Miss Goldman, it may be Kathy or something (I didn’t really pay much attention to the house Mistresses (I suspect therein lies the problem, those types love to be ‘adored’ by the little girls, but I am healthy, and have common-sense, so, no, adoration.) I don’t recall her ever stealing from anyone at school, so I would be surprised if this is her, but the harassment and sabotage I will definitely put it down to her, I would say ‘persecution’ is a fair word- she seems to be surrounded by young women I’m thinking she is most likely gay and perhaps those young girls are the thieves?, as ’ve had about $10,000 worth of items stolen from me over the past 15years (I assumed it was my next door neighbour at Rangari, Heath Barwick, (I know he is guilty) but actually once when I saw Cathy Goldman at the airport in Melbourne, when there was a stopover at Sydney and Heath Barwick was there, so maybe those two are in cahoots together ? how weird). I had major saboteur problems at RMIT when I was there, with her and her young accomplices, what she does is goes to the neighbours of where I am and yells out from the neighbours in an abusive harassment manner, things like “ooh the queen has arrived” when I walk up from the carpark, also I believe she has well connected friends that she would actually send into the classroom and harass me, I’m not sure how that would work they seem to be relaxed on who attends class at RMIT? And also in Melbourne my cat was kidnapped for 3 months, I believe she may have been responsible as I saw her at the house where it was last seen, then again at the airport when I was leaving, she yelled sorry from afar. She’s basically a psycho, I’ve decided, and I have mentioned her to the police. (At the school, NEGS, Armidale, they pick and choose their teachers for the classroom well, but they don’t pick and choose all the other staff at the school, as they should. I will definitely go so far as to say Cathy Goldman was a paedophile in a strange female way). Emily Bieman - graduated 1991, – no comment from the school about this situation, or the other abusive situations that happened at that school. (only a stupid or naive manipulated mother would send their child to a boarding school. NO ONE ELSE is going to look after your kids, wake up.) I want to add, when I saw her in Port Douglas from the Dain Tree train, I think she may have been with at least 2 train carriage load full of girls, all people I have known in my past – and co conspiring like that, behind my back is just another form of bullying. 8. Short blonde girl who steals from me That same short/blond haired girl that steals from me at Bunnings/Harvey Norman/Coles/Darryl Lee and God knows how many other places, tried to steal my (MY) silver bow at Coles (yrs ago now). This is one of those girls that ends up getting beaten by their husbands, she literally is begging for it due to her ‘childish naughty’ and incessant ways. I hope she gets what’s she’s asking for. And if I ever see you girl; run girl run. This photo story has been up for quite a while, and I think I should add to it, because there was actually more to this story. I mean the way she tried to steal it, it was a big set up at Coles; when I went there at 7 o’clock in the morning (my usual shopping time, and I only go shopping every two months or so). That morning that I went there, at checkout they had installed huge white metal detectors that you have to walk through, and so when I walked through with my bag at check out, (with my new bow on it) it sounded the alarm - it was really loud. I know that they set those metal detectors up, purely because of my bow, and the fact that it would go off (I had only just put it on my bag the day before, but I had had the Bow for years, it was mums, part of a belt she gave me, I removed the bow and attached on to my leather bag) – see dogs) And as if Coles needs metal detectors! They definitely took them down the next time I was there. This is the kind of persecution that I have to endure on a regular basis when I go out by stupid blondes. Coles let her do it, she is in cahoots with the people who work at Coles, because they were quite happy to go along her and those with metal detectors. That short blonde girl belongs in JAIL. In jail. {along with her cahoot companions – and there are 1000’s of them} I told Woolworths these antics that Coles get up to, and why they should start doing home deliveries, they did! Woolworths had heard enough, and said that they’ll do home delivery for me no problem (and Woolworths home delivery was 70 km away) so hooray for Woolworths. But isn’t it extraordinary how people are so willing to go along with a blonde bimbo persecutor? I think that short blonde girl must have brainwashing abilities, because who in their right mind would do something like that, at such an expense? Someone told me that they found out who that girl was (because of my BLOG) and they have stopped her, indeed I haven’t seen her, and believe that she does live in Gunnedah, which is over 500km away. But I did see someone try to manipulate the woman at Gin Gin fabric shop last year in exactly the same manner, to sabotage me, (they stole my Janome sewing machine), plus, I think I saw her at Mitre 10 in Sarina, trying to steal from me. It’s NEGS girl related?? I still have to get all my shopping online – they still antagonize me, even if I shop To Boot – they put dogs in the car park. But I don’t mind shopping online, comfort of the couch. I still have my ‘bow’ on my bag. If only I had started wearing my body cam back then – she would be dead by now. 9. Dog Army Of One Stupid Short Blonde Girl I’ve had another memory about that short blonde girl, and I think she stems from when I used to work at Enmore in Grave Attire, there was a girl half responsible for aiding the process of closing that shop down, and if that was her, I think she might be radio related or perhaps she even worked at Witchery, later someone implied that she couldn’t but help close down any other business that was a competitor to hers? A sabotager. (But more likely to be ABC radio related – government run radio station) this photostory was deleted, I had to rewrite it, so I am thinking hitting the nail on the head with this one. I’m pretty sure I also later heard that stupid short blonde girl at the Gin Gin doctors when I was there about my collapsed arch , I was standing on one foot, talking to the receptionists, and that girl was at the door, ready to take off at any moment should I have my camera out, she was going “oh the poor girl she’s got a sore foot” in that sarcastic bitchy voice, by the time I turned around she was gone. And also, that particular voice, I’m sure, when I put in one of my complaints to a government department about the Bundaberg mental health unit, I’m pretty sure they put me through to that bloody girl. Same bitchy sarcastic voice with no respect for me AT ALL. Talk about single white female problems. And how does this girl get away with destroying someone’s career? I wrote a story about this government creating dog armies to fight its people. This is exactly that situation, dog army of one stupid short blonde girl. You know I’m actually not prejudice against blondes, and specifically I do not think blondes are inferior in anyway when it comes to brain capacity, and they are not more sexually promiscuous. I’ve known some extraordinarily smart blondes, but this particular girl happens to have blonde hair, - stand out features, distinguishing feature, short, blonde. And she’s been a huge nemesis, well though, she seems to have had no motivation in being one, therefore I can only assume she has mental health issues, or is somebody else’s personal ‘weapon’ (or ‘tool’, as in she is being used, and too stupid to realize it.) This is someone who really does have mental here healthy issues (!) and look how she works; she’s quiet she’s sneaky, she doesn’t disturb the whole public, and that’s how she gets away with it. Well guess what, to me, she’s a total nuisance - so go get her. 10. Girl getting families to harass me and steal via the neighbours places I feel I need to do a special warning for this one. Apparently it was this photo story that was the most offensive one I had ever written. I wrote it when I was extremely angry and fed up with it. You need to bare in mind when reading this, this harassment behaviour has been going on for many years, at least 20. For many years I have done nothing about it, I felt that I could not do anything about it, and after I wrote this, I had pretty much no problems of this sort from that particular house. Although I wouldn’t go so far as to say it has stopped altogether there has been times since, that I have similar problems from other houses in the street. But nothing near what it was like before I wrote this particular little photo story. So, if anyone asks me to remove this story, because it’s too offensive - absolutely no way! (And I think it is same girl repeatedly who is doing it. So there appears to be some nasty dog who goes and gets different people / families and puts them in the house next door and these people harass me verbally by yelling out, they play recorded nuisance sounds, and usually they steal from me. This has happened continuously over several months, although it’s intermittent, it seems, come the end of the week, and they just up and go home - not sure what the trigger is for that to happen - if you know, PLEASE ADVISE. So could that fucking family please fuck off, leave me alone, STOP HARRASING ME. And that nasty girl who goes and gets them - you are going to get cancer and die. (At the moment they seem to be staying at no ֎, before it was no ֎, before that no ֎, Kookaburra Park) But it is not a kookaburra park thing, same thing happened when I lived in Gunnedah, in town and on the farm, and in Melbourne. I clearly remember one specific girl from the horticulture course that I did, who was yelling out from the house next door in Henry Street, we didn’t know those neighbours very well, but that girl from the Tafe has got a very specific voice, I have no idea why she was yelling at me over the fence and then took off in a car? I also clearly remember another woman, a past landlord yelling out from the empty house across on the other side of the road, Ivan’s old empty house - sounded like Karen Cull to me, but I couldn’t be sure. Many other times and people over the years, and I think the ones at kookaburra Park houses, were people from Facebook? (That was before I was ban) So a definite problem with the people that cross my path harassing me from the neighbours; it’s like, at those times, I develop a little repetitive song in my head, it goes; fuck off fuck off fuck off and fuck off. Oh, I think that girl who goes and gets them, is the stupid bully girl who talks to me on the phone, who thinks she is special, she is not – I hope she gets cancer and dies – you thieving bitch – even if you pay up, you still need to be prepared for hell. I also think she is the girl who answered the phone when I called QLD services to make a complaint about Bundaberg mental health services – she was completely rude, condescending, sarcastic, just a total bitch who reminds me of the bitches who harass me from my neighbours – WHAT IS WRONG WITH BIMBOS IN THIS COUNTRY? fuck off all woman all the time – why do I need to spell this out, what are you all leeches?? As I mentioned before, the harassment stopped after I wrote about it (another reason why my blog is so important for me personally, aside from the fact that I find bullies will often deny that they’ve been a bully, so it’s important for me to describe what they do, as in ‘deny all you want’ but here it is in writing of what you’ve done’. Also, as of late, when I say harassment from the house across the road has stopped; but whenever someone leaves that house in their big loud Revy car (I do wonder why they don’t get normal unrevvy car that doesn’t consume large volumes of petrol, its like they want everyone to hear them) whenever they do, in the morning (no set time), there’s a car that seems to drive past in front of my house on the HWY, and bangs, they do one loud bang, happens on a daily basis when the neighbours car leaves. It’s a little odd because who cares whether the neighbours leave your stay? why does someone on the highway (or maybe at a house who situated by the highway just up from me) care enough to make loud bang noise ?? I don’t know, it’s all a bit of a mystery to me, that’s why I’m writing about it in the hope that it may stop too. I think before with the verbal harassment, it was kind of loud, and a lot of people can witness it, and so it has stopped, however this is not so loud and notable, like it’s only if you’re here every day seeing and listening and hearing what goes on, would you notice this pattern; they are sneaky and manipulative, dishonest and most likely the thieves I have been talking about. I have since moved again, and I think after reading this story on my blog, some of the neighbours here, 3 of them actually, ones across the rd, one up the hill and the maybe the woman just down a bit, in my complex - have copied those past neighbours, (see, surrounded by stupid copycats), at any rate, again there is a big commotion on a daily morning basis with cars leaving simultaneously and phones ringing. Actually, not daily, as there would be other people come to watch the spectacle, so, it is randomly frequently. Those people, who never actually ever confront me, means I can’t ever tell them to get fucked. The woman who lives up the hill is the worst – she has major problems. Mind you own business you stupid dog. 11. Gunnedah Squash Courts, the real reason it remains vacant for the last 30yrs The old Gunnedah Squash Courts; 15 Warrabungle St, Gunnedah The Gunnedah squash courts have been vacant for near 30 years. The real reason they were closed down, in my opinion, is because the people who used to play squash, back in the day, formed strong alliances, they were the ‘common people’ and they could ban together to make demands. The ‘powers that be’ in Gunnedah (Gunnedah council bitches), recognized this as a problem, and so, by sneaky means and tactics, it was shut down, and something like this, is not encouraged in Gunnedah, so ‘the powers that be’, can be ‘the powers that be’. Later, the ‘powers that be’, told me it was not for that reason at all; it was because some of the married people who attended, without their partners, hooked up with other ‘unsupervised’ naughty people! Probably also true. But I do not see why this indiscretion should affect everyones turn at playing a recreational healthy sport like squash. Don’t be so prudish! Only a truly uptight neurotic, stupid bunch of ‘pearl wearing’ women, would do that – if you can’t keep your husband on a leash, get rid of him, not worth it. 12. School Art Story There were 2 Art teachers, that took over from wonderful Mrs Larkin, when she went off to have a baby (man she was huge!). I think I was in year 11. They were a husband-and-wife team (can’t remember their names) I felt at the time there was something definitely wrong with both of them, I’m not really sure what, I didn’t really know them, except I definitely got a strong sense that there was something slightly off (often typical with ‘artistic’ people) -they were both manipulative with an agender, unlike anyone I had ever encounted at that point (course now, that’s all anybody is like). They had something to do with some of the girls who follow me around later in my 20’s / 30’s, because I saw them in Melbourne following me. At the time in year 11, they were pushing me to do 3unit art, along with a couple of other teachers, and I felt, I really wasn’t that good at art, even though I have a strong sense of observation, my drawing skills are pretty much zero, so I thought it was odd that they were pushing me to do 3unit art (there was never any reason given as to why, there was NEVER any discussions as to after school careers and pathways either). Well, I do have a strong colour sense, and a most definite appreciation and love for the arts, and I do persist with my love of textile design - I sell my designs online (sold quite a few thankyou -until I was ban by STUPID IT dog bitches). I have incorporated my love of colour, rather than a love of drawing into my designs, and I’m very pleased with them, and some of them are absolutely beautiful, see my “Plum Silver Stripes” above) ! I have no problems tooting my own horn. I secretly suspect the real reason why they pushed me into 3-unit art was because of my observation skills- they want someone to see their artistic genius! Just typical. Women love showing off to me. Actually, more on that, this has been a 'thing' in life; people wanting to show off to me. And not just artists, but anyone who is good at their craft, their personal skill/ their career, whatever it may be (wide and varied areas). If they can do something really well, then they want me to know about it! I can only assume it's because I can appreciate their skill, and it's nice to show off to someone who can see how good you are! (I remember my favourite episode on 'Malcolm in the Middle'; about the little one Duey, who discovered he liked piano, and went on to play these monumental genius pieces of music all by sound - but his family paid absolutely no attention to him at all). People like being validated, and I can do it! Anyway, those 2 art teachers; on one of my year 12 pieces, they kept pushing me to incorporate an artist Michael Leunig, which was very peculiar, especially since I’ve never heard of him or seen any of his cartoons, nor knew anything about politics, but anyway, I didn’t really care too much about anything back then, so I kind of obliged them, whatever. I created this horrible creation, because of it. It was so bad. I feel at certain times in my life, I have been used by such arts people or council people, to put forward political or more like ‘employment opportunities’, using clever cunning evil plans like that those two art teachers, are capable of. Not that I’m opposed to clever thinking, particularly of the artistic avenue, but I don’t appreciate being used, especially if there’s nothing in it for me, and there’s usually not – those types steal, and see nothing wrong with doing it. No empathy at all. Also, I want to mention, I had never done art before that school. In infants and primary public school – NO ART ever! Can you believe that. Although I do recall doing Folk dancing in 3rd class! I certainly had never had any drawing lessons. I did have out of school crafting activities, as my aunt was a Folk-Art teacher, and a creative type. I know when I’ve visited any art gallery or creative festival, or open garden, anything of artistic merit, there is always hordes and hordes of people -it’s a very popular past time, looking at art. I would like to see more art in every-day life too; as in items we buy for our household, like appliances, containers, furniture, stationary items - all things that can be decorated in an artistic manner. You don’t just have to stick to framed art, on the wall. Go on, do a feature wall in a lovely artistic wallpaper! You know, what we got, back then, instead of art in primary school, was quite the opposite. The teachers would encourage kids to be unexpressive, oppressed, and unthinking, so they themselves can have full control and powertrip in the classroom - this was a most definite theme in infants and primary school - in public school, well certainly in Gunnedah, but Gunnedah is a very repressed little town, and I certainly hope it has changed its ways (actually I doubt it, which is why I am writing about it – nothing will ever change unless you bring it into social consciousness). So, art was poo-pooed by the teachers, especially, if I recall, Debbie Croft, who was influential (it just takes 1 bad egg). And when I attended Gunnedah Tafe in 2006, it was still the same with those teachers; totally against anything artistic. Given the amount of art in schools today, that I have witnessed elsewhere (most other schools infact). I really don’t know how back then, and still now in Gunnedah, art could be so ignored and considered unimportant, time wasting and valueless. And furthermore, what truly astounds me, is how some of these academic types of people, ones who are good at maths in particular, often have no concept of really important and obvious things, it’s like they can’t perceive what’s really going on in certain situations. Totally deficient. Dumb infact, when compared to an ‘artistic’ type. It’s like the opposite of what we were taught in primary public school, is true many times. This is my observation of such people who are opposed to art. They stoopid. {oh, I just remembered doing “pet stones” in Limbri school!! – finding a rock, painting it and putting 2 plastic eyes on it! Weird, absurd, ugly and stupid!!}. You know, I think this whole anti art thing stems from fear of sensuality? When I was volunteering at the Gunnedah Art Gallery, and had some artwork in there, one of the pieces was an item of clothing, and I had a manikin to display it on, my manikin. But, not only was it removed from the display (probably the same day that I put it, after I had left for the day), but it was vandalised with yellow pens. Totally scribbled on. I believe one of the reasons why it was removed, even though it was a fully clothed mannequin, was because this mannequin pretty much looked like a model. And it was too much for the people of Gunnedah to handle, because it had a sensuality about it. Gunnedah has got some major dysfunctions going on. I also want to mention my HSC story here. Well, first of all I will remind you of Mrs Windeyer in my “My 25m Lap Pool story with winning race story”, about how I won that race, but she said I did not. Now Mrs Windeyer was really old, whether she was manipulated by my competitor, to say I did not win, or possibly some other teacher (like Dr scarf – a dog) who heard my plan, and wanted to thwart it, (I suspect, to be the case) and thus used Mrs Windeyer, as an older woman can be very susceptible to another younger, stronger and healthier, woman’s will. There was another incident involving her at Prep one night; she did seem to “have it out for me” or again, could have been manipulated by a girl in that room, at any rate, definitely something wrong with her, she ought to have been put out to pasture a long time before she retired (another case for bringing the retirement age of woman back to 50). So anyway, bare that thwarting story in mind, for the next; I mentioned in one of my stories I think with the English one, that I’m typically an average student, always getting average marks, even if I study a lot, or did not, I would often get the same mark by the same teachers {whether this was because the teacher just went through each corner of each paper and put the usual mark on it when they saw the name? Or whether this was just the way it is with me? {I mean you would think studying would make a difference…..thought I wouldn’t notice…..kids notice things, it’s a famous expression!} But, as a coincidence, or same situation applied, or “willed” by teachers: I used to work and had a good job, albeit only just above minimum wage, but back then I was living probably in one of the worst places you could live in Sydney. Then 20 years later, injured, unemployed at Sarina, and still living in the worst possible place you could live in the area; an old dingy Motel. So as far as I’m concerned the same thing that applied at school has been applied to my life: if I work really hard, 60 hours a week; end up with near nothing (or the dogs would somehow steal it). I am not a cynic, I am fairly positive actually, there just seems to be a partiality to bad luck – maybe around others who are the cynics – not seeing the whole picture. I diverge. After it was suggested I do 3-unit art in year12, which took my total units to above what you need to complete the HSC, (the big exam at the end of your school life). I was told that because I have an extra subject now, the subject that I didn’t do very well in at HSC, would be dropped, and would not be counted in the total. It made sense to me. (I was later advised by a retired school teacher, that that’s not actually true? – they do swap and change their rules frequently) and come to think of it, it was other kids who told me this, it was not a teacher, so I do not know. But a lot of the kids said it, it was a standard discussion that I overheard several times. So, I came up with a plan. In my typical efficient way of thinking, and quest of travelling the path of least resistance, I would just not bother studying for my least favourite (biology). That way, I would have more time to study for all the other subjects – ones that would actually be counted. So, one of the subjects, was Home Science, and we were told there are 14 subjects within this subject that you need to know, and may be tested on at HSC, as only 2 of them would be chosen to be tested on the day. So, I obtained a whole lot of past HSC’s, and determined what they would ask us. I took a gamble, there was no way I could learn 14 subjects in depth in that short time, and this Home Science had more to learn and study than ANY of my other subjects (combined), there was a MASS amount of information. Information overload. (I guess except for maths which btw I aced with a 97% score! – but it was not advanced maths, just the everyday common-sense maths). So, I was confident, I could guess the 2 questions – I could be quite savvy should I choose. The day comes, I look at both questions, the first, I was right, the 2nd, wrong! So later that arvo, was the time for the subject that I had written off, biology, and guess what the essay question was – it was the other question I had studied, my 2nd guess! - crossover of subjects. (Alarm bells). So, I aced that part of the exam. You think this might be a good thing, but it was not, as the exam I was meant to do well in and thus count towards total marks, was not great enough, I still came out average in the long run. (See). Now, I am not sure, but as more clarity comes with age, just possibly my plan was overheard, just like that swimming day, and deliberatley sabotaged by a teacher. They like to play God. I smell dogs. I mentioned Dr Scarf above, because, 20 odd years later I went into the local bank, and some woman yelled out ‘sorry’ to me as I was walking by (actually this was really a common thing, woman fuck up so much, and are such evil bullies, that I am constantly hearing apologies as I go from A to B! (you have no idea how much they fuck up) DOGS, and stupid. - I had no idea what they were talking about, but I looked at who said it on that day (I don’t usually look) – and I am fairly certain, there, was Dr Scarf, an old Dr Scarf. (Read my Careers story about her). Btw, this is why you need your family around you, and not a bunch of school staff – they are literally dogs. And, you know, once you realise how they ‘fuck you’ like that, there’s no point in doing it, unless you are a straight A student – they discriminate BIG TIME. The irony is, even if my HSC score reflected the Home Science exam and not the biology, having better marks on my HSC, would not have made any difference to my path after school, as it was already decided that I would go into Fashion. However, it may have made a difference to ‘bragging rights’ and respect within my family and extended family and friends. It’s a thing “what did you get on your HSC?”. I know most people cringe when they hear someone whingeing about how ‘it's not their fault, it's somebody else's fault’, and they think ‘oh she had such opportunities, and many others hasn't had such good opportunities’ - so I just want to say that if you don't whinge about what you think is not right, or has been unfair, or unlawful in your life, then you're allowing it, and giving it permission to happen again, and in the future! Plus, if you're someone who tries to stop someone from whingeing about these negative things in life, then as far as I’m concerned, you belong in jail - nothing is ever going to change unless it's brought into consciousness. I definitely am not an advocate of that saying, "you reap what you sow", that philosophy, if you put out good vibes you'll get good vibes back - NO WAY HOZE-AY!! Shit happens in life, no matter how positive you are, or how happy you are, there's always people who are going to try to "get ya", to steal from you, to use you, they just do it. In fact, it might be a little bit a case of the opposite; the happier you are, the more likely people are going to want to try to "get ya", out of shear jealous spite, the female condition. I especially can't stand it when I hear some hippie motherly type women on television trying to be philosophical, and say "oh well stay positive, and your actions will come back to you". Poppycock! Note, 30 years later I could say, oh well some employee is missing out on my "clever and devious" thinking due to dog teachers, but I can't, because I know so many of my ideas are taken and applied by the powers that be and or the dogs; and changes for the better are happening left right and centre, just from mere observational thoughts! When I was younger and working, and should have got a mortgage, but failed to do so; not only because the people in my life who should’ve been guiding me, didn’t, (guiding is required for young people), but because I wasn’t really settled, like I was 600km away from anywhere that I felt near comfortable, I was surrounded by people I did not know, and who did not know me, and were pretty much evil. My job seemed, well, I don’t know, perhaps, not comfortable, as in, a mismatch? The community around me was not desirable in any way. Plus, I had never even thought about or discussed with anyone what is involved in home ownership. SO BIZARRE. It’s only looking back now where I realised it should’ve been a priority number one and not some remote thought that was never thought of. Anyway 15 years or so later after I had left the ‘rag trade’, when I was in my early 30’s, I realised maybe I should think about housing and whether I should always rent. I did some maths and worked out as long as my rent was around about the $150 mark, and in tow with inflation, then it would be a better option for me to rent rather than take out a mortgage. I did not have the wisdom to factor in other concerns, like; availability, arshole landlords, ‘old age’ relocation physicality problems, rental crisis due to overpopulation and greedy politicians/immigration, social problems as a renter, neighbour problems as a renter, plus freedom to do what you please around the house without constant intervention and invasion of privacy by arshole rental estate bitches, and private landlords. Oh please, why don’t come over AGAIN today. Not to mention garden destruction by territorial dog type landlords. Aswell as what I know now about life - life isn't meant to be lived in a ‘rental’. Over the period of your working years, you accumulate wealth, and with that of course you want to buy luxuries for yourself, but if you live in a rental, there's just many things that you can't purchase, or if you do purchase then you have to take them with you at end of lease time and time again, which is just not practical. I mean how many trucks will you need to clear out your shed? I'm talking about normal things, like a bathtub for instance, most rentals don't even have bathtubs, and there's other normal things, like Rangehoods, I have not encountered any rentals that actually have a Rangehood! then of course there's luxury health items like a spa or a sauna. If you're the kind of person who doesn't travel, and would prefer to stay home, then you want your home to be as comfortable as possible, and you want to spend your money on the home environment, but when you rent, you just can't do that, which means you can't LIVE YOUR LIFE FULLY if you have to rent. You lose in life if you rent. You're a victim if you rent. I certainly would encourage people NOT to have children unless they at the very least are homeowners, with prospects of future deposits. Mmmm. At no point infact, of all my time renting up to 2018, was there ANY indication, that I would have EXTREME problems of these factors, in the future. If only I had of read my blog!! So anyway, I’m thinking somebody may have heard my calculations about the rent and have taken the rental crisis as an opportunity to teach me a lesson, somewhere along the lines of Dr scarf thwarting my plans. Or I sometimes feel like it’s a secret plot by Centrelink staff who tried to rub it in my face “well you should’ve got a good paying job and a mortgage like everyone else”. They have no idea about dogs in the workplace, and major bullying. Stupid Centrelink. They have no idea about living in a glass house. {oh sorry, shh}. I don’t even think they know about the stealing. I’m not sure about Centrelink sabotage, but it would definitely be something they would do, and they would have networks big enough to cover the rental apps that I look at, and I know they are vindictive and spiteful enough women. Possibly the rental crisis is so bad now, that I am going into “disbelief” and subconsciously pretending it is not true! Oh, it’s just Centrelink pretending there is a housing crisis! mm mm You know, one day at school, we were all ushered into a couple of rooms, and some teacher said “It’s university application day, so do your applications and hand them back to me. I am like what? this was the first I’ve ever heard of university application day, like what am I meant to be applying for -there were literally thousands of courses from multiple unis? It’s like not one of the teachers, not my parents, not the careers counsellor, no one had given me any options of any university courses that I might be able to apply for, beforehand. I can’t begin to explain the incompetence and ineptitude of the adults who surrounded me at this time in my life. Clueless, uncaring and selfish. Why did you want kids? Prepare your child for the future. 13. Revolting craft workshop woman in Western Suburbs, and fake job story, both stolen I went to find this story to add a bit, but it was missing. Now, I had only just done it a few weeks ago, so it is fresh in my mind, I am not sure if microsoft search is suddenly not working, or some hacker has stolen it, but it is definatly not coming up in any of my keyword searches. And there are a lot of keywords in it. I suspect mainly the stories that are stolen from my PC, (and there have been a lot now), have been stolen because they incriminate someone – so obviously this woman, is well known to the powers that be, popular and GUILTY. So, both these stories are about bullies in Sydney. When I lived out on the Western suburbs working at Bonds, back in 1993/4, I decided I should do some after-work craft activities, (this was before I started my 2nd job). I found a workshop, it was silk painting. I recall it was quite difficult getting there. I had to catch two buses and a train. It was a bit ridiculous, and sitting on the bus, I realized I did not know exactly what stop I should get off – I had no Gregoris and there was certainly no google maps back then, but I did encounter a nice man, he said he knew where my destination was, and would help me, I had to go back to his place (a 15 minute walk), where I met his wife briefly, and then we hopped in his car, and he took me to my destination- it was a little odd, but I was definitely grateful to him because I had no idea where I was. This “crafting” woman’s place seemed to be ‘out in the sticks’, it was a huge big brick house. I told the small group about my journey and getting there, taking about an hour and a half for a 10minute car trip! And also, I would have to leave early so I could catch the last bus back. The woman teaching offered to give me a lift to the back to my place, at 9pm when it ended, because, although it took me 1 ½ hrs to get there, it wasn’t very far from my place - only about 10 minutes by car!! So, I was really pleased about that, I could relax and got on with my silk painting. But then towards the end, when everyone had left, I was still there, and this woman still hadn’t volunteered her previous offer. She was busy cleaning up, and I figured she was just wanting to clean up before she took me home, but then she left and went upstairs, and said that she’s got to start dinner for her family. I’m thinking did she forget that she made the offer to give me a lift - because it was 9 o’clock and I had already missed the last bus, so I didn’t have any choice, but to get a lift from her – or stay there all night. Yikes. So, then her teenage son came down, and he did something with the fire, so there was smoke all in the room, I literally think he was trying to ‘smoke’ me out! What a fucking bitch - having offered to drive me, and then had obviously changed her mind without telling me. I mean had I missed something during the course of the evening?? I don’t recall the workshop being an overly pleasant workshop experience, but not unpleasant, I was happy and content doing my silk painting. I certainly didn’t say or do anything to indicate anything but, I just got on with being creative, that is what I do. I mean I could have compared it to my aunts workshops, later I did – she taught Folk Art, and held workshops in her studio upstairs at her home in Leichardt. Those were very enjoyable – she was good at her craft and good at teaching – some people have a knack. This woman had none, but I was not concerned about that, as I applied my creativity and got on with things, also I was raised to be far more respectful than to mention otherwise. So, after 15 minutes or so, she came back down and realised, that I was not going anywhere, so then she and her daughter, both took me home. It was the most revolting experience; you know women are revolting. So unreliable, so dishonest, so bitchy. Crappy people from the western suburbs. Some women, as in housewives, are just HOPELESS, and should be not out in public ever, let alone teaching a craft. Like I have mentioned on my blog before – most women are clueless about exactly how stupid they are. In retrospect with the whole 1 ½ hr transport issue, it would not have surprised me if some bully girl at Bonds had arranged the whole thing, and it would not surprise me if that woman actually worked at Bonds and herd that I wanted to do a craft workshop, so said, she was a silk painter and charged $100 for a bullshit evening. {A similar thing happened when I was at Rowan Leigh, re a horse workshop, I talk about on my Blog – greedy bimbo women}. Stuff them. I hope that whole family gets cancer and dies. By the way, I said above, this was before I got my 2nd job, I decided I needed a 2nd job as I seemed to not really have enough money, like I could not save any, it all went on bills, mainly rent. So, when I had a second job; now, you’d think I’d have heaps of money wouldn’t you? And considering I didn’t drink, didn’t go out, did not socialize too much, was not on drugs, and had a minimum of appetites, I ought to have been ‘rolling’ in it – but no, minimum wage plus less than, does not buy you ANYTHING in life, certainly nothing in Sydney. Those 10 years I spent down in Sydney, were a total waste. Total waste of my time, my energy with nothing to show for it except a half paid off little cheap imported hatchback of car. It’s bullshit, would be better off to stay unemployed, better for my mental health too! Actually the 1 thing I really got out of those 10 years, is how revolting people are, how much they use you, and bully you, any chance they get – like that is their main aim. The other story happened later, when was living in Hornsby doing temp Nanny and babysitting work. I operated through an agency in St Leonard’s, so this young girl would set up work for me. For the most part it was okay, but this one time, I drove all the way to some house, about 20 minutes away, and when I got there, they said they no longer needed me. So, what waste of a trip, and I could have got other work too that evening. I didn’t ever get any kind of compensation either, I don’t think they thought to do that back then. So, anyway what I remembered distinctly about that FAKE JOB; I got back in my car, I was annoyed, and leaving, but there was some girl driving Janice’s car who pulled right up infront of me then left; Janice was someone I previously worked for, looking after her little girl. So, I’m not sure why they were doing signs with Janice’s car? Or what they hell they were doing, but definatly “placed”. I mentioned numerous times on my blog, they send me lookalikes, and do signs, and they have the same car - for total deception, although I could see in that car, and that it was definitely not Janice driving, the windows weren’t tinted at all, so I had a clear view of some blonde driving. So, what I find ironic about that situation, for someone to do that, they would have to be following me and be obsessed with me, like a depraved stalker. Such stupidity. You lose. You may think you won by setting up such a nuisance situation for me - but you lost, you are a natural loser. When I as wondering what image to use with this story, I typed “car stalker” in to google, there were some really good ones, but not royalty free, they were on dreamstime – it was like dreamstime had based their whole database of images on my life, as I have so many problems with ‘car stalkers’ ! lol! But I was surprised I did not see more elsewhere, as ‘car stalking’ IS huge, I note heaps of hoons do it, constantly all the time. It is a problem in Australia, bogans do it – stupid ones who can’t think of what to do. It is them, I suspect who steal from me too, as they keep stalking me, but to no avail – like nothing happens when you stalk someone, if you want something to happen, you have to actually talk to them. “STALKING” DOES NOT WORK IN ANY WAY – albeit if I know you are a hooning stalker, I should think less of you - so it works in that way! But, so, because those hoons are so stupid, and eventually wonder what the hell they are doing stalking some woman, they get pissed off, as their stupidity slowly sinks in, “oh, maybe I should be actually doing something with my life?” - so then they blame me for their stupid stalking behaviour, and thus steals from me. And, it is male and female alike. Some mother was implying that those people who car hoon are their friend's teenage sons, well, school graduates who are getting paid work by centerlinks jobs providers; the job of 'spying' and tormenting me - like Jobs providers actually pay these cretins in the hope of "empowering them" - they get paid a lot of money to do it. And that's why the whole community allows it And turns a blind eye to the fact that they're annoying the crap out of everyone in my vicinity including me of course - because some stupid bimbos has not only non- thinkingly had kids, but raised her son to be a unskilled nuisance, and now they are desperate job seekers. Anyway, I changed the image, as there is some stupid dog with a pseudonym Bonnie Colleen Pappin, who is on a personal mission to harass and taunt me with her computer nerd skills and dysfunctional dog personality, in regards to accusing me of stealing online images. As I have mentioned before they offer them free, and then later change their mind and charge me, but they don't actually charge me they just steal from me; it is a game that criminals play and it seemingly is becoming more and more clear that practically the whole .com industry is made up of thieves. So I think I need to put here, a little ditti, about what “fuck off” means; if someone tells you to “fuck off” it means STOP talking to them, it means GO AWAY, it means never contact them ever again. It is a very clear cut finalisation of the end of ALL dealings. A very clear form of communication. There's no 'contact me one more time, then go away'. Or, it's not like a colloquial phrase, like some people, when talking with a friend, they might say "oh shut up!" meaning they're just totally surprised and gobsmacked at what you just said, and they're exclaiming their wonderment. NO, it is not that at all. FUCK OFF is a final declaration of "I don't want to ever see you or talk to you ever again. I can't stand you, you're a total nuisance get out of my life". So just in case there's any confusion amongst computer nerds who I've heard, sometimes don't understand things the way normal people understand things because of their mathematics streak - that was for them. So I have replaced the image above of women sitting around a table crafting, to one of my fabric designs called “Pink Dalmation Paint Effects grey”. I designed this because I love the colour combination: pale pink and pale grey. Plus there's hardly any fabrics, well, back then certainly, available in this colour scheme. (I may be the only person who likes it, I recall back then at that time, prob 2015, one of my knitting glove designs, was hot pink and navy, and it was also one of my favourite colour combinations, but no one else liked this colour combination in the knitting group...lol). I really like it, and it's a simple pattern within a pattern within a pattern design. My designs. I also did one in the reverse. This design is not available anywhere as I was banned from spfl. I note NOW, there are a couple of other fabric companies operating in the same manner, but, it seems you can't just start selling your fabrics on there you have to apply, which I did, and I have not heard back from either of them, not quite 1 month ago; no 'yay' or no 'no' - So I'm not sure what's going on there maybe I'll have to phone them.... those companies are called; Digital fabrics.com.au; - the Designer Project at Marrickville New South Wales. And Cloth Cut; but that website looks like a total scam, they don't even have their address contact details listed, they just have family photos; it looks like a fake facebook marketing fake money making scam….and since they haven't got back to me after wasting my time with my application, I can only easily come to such conclusions. Guess if they actually get back to me, I will have to edit this and that will be a nuisance…. 14. Fruit and Vege Thief, shooting story Many years ago, I recall a story about a girl in 4th class who had an uncle, or was it her father? By the name of Prior. Anyway, he owned the local Fruit and Vege shop in our small country town Gunnedah, the store was located on the edge of town by the river on the old Tamworth rd, he had a huge plot where he would grow his own veges to sell. He was having problems with local kids stealing his food. One day, I guess, he had had enough and when he heard someone in his fields, he got his shotgun and took a shot, he had intended to miss and scare the culprit off, so the courts said, but he did not miss, he got him. He had to go to prison. At the time when all the little girls, all the little 4th graders were hearing and retelling the story around the playground, it was “oh no”, “ti, ti” “very bad” “shame” etc, to the man who shot the boy. But now, I am in my 40’s and I too have had it up to here with thievery, and I totally get how and why that man came to shoot the boy, and if I were the judge, I would let him go SCOT-FREE. I certainly imagine I would do exactly the same thing if I owned a shotgun, and caught a thief red-handed – deservedly so; those thieves are a menace to society causing and spreading evil {especially since the police don’t do anything about the thefts, not only not do anything, but seem to protect the thieves. I have a term on my blog for the thief “I hope you get cancer and die”. some people take a lot of offence at this comment, but really- do they know what cancer is?? Cancer is not some disease; it’s at a direct result purely from being unhealthy and not eating properly. Not looking after yourself. So, my wish, may not be so wishfully thinking because it is unhealthy people who steal – so they have a very good chance of getting caner. This is why the politicians built a whole new cancer word at Tamworth. Purely from all the stealing off me. You know, a human has constant attacks, by different organisms, bacteria‘s and viruses, it’s been going on for centuries. So, we have built up our immune, and we don’t even notice most of these nuisance attacks. But if you don’t look after your body you will make it susceptible. Over the years in my life, I have encountered quite a few young people who steal from me and have done the wrong thing by me, and their family tries to save them, and in the process, disparages me. They have no thoughts or regard for their child’s victim; they only try to save themselves and their family. They are REVOLTING. Plus, they continue to steal, as they never get reprimanded}. Ofcourse there are others who try to make it up some way. I am not sure what happen to the boy, I hope he was killed. I’m glad some victim was able to actually get some sort of justice in Australia. After all the thefts at my place – if only I had a shotgun. And I encourage anyone who catches anyone stealing – smack them up good and well if you don’t have a gun, so they can no longer walk at the very least. DO IT. Do the world a favour. Since their parents are crap and the government protects them. If you have kids – you betta, do it right, so no one comes along and shoots your kids head off - stupid parents in the first place. Bumble Bumble Bumble (When will there be compulsory parenting classes for all pregnant mothers?) plus, I say, if the perp is caught, then put the parents in jail alongside the perpetrator (no matter what age) – then force them all to go to church in prison, so they can sit and reflect about their behaviour. {This particular photostory, my ‘x’ landlord especially took offence, I bet her son is a thief, just like her.}. Btw, because I state these threatening words online, I have been tagged by the police as a possible threat to an under 18 person (one stupid enough to steal from me) – so I was advised informally that it is them keeping tabs on me, in order to save any future child with hopeless parents?? If this is true, I consider it a very clever way of me to get the police off their arse, and to do something about the thieving; as by keeping tabs, they also see, and may prevent thieves. However, I have had items stolen while they are supposedly on watch – so it must be the police – joining in, plus also tyrannical idiots next door, pretending to be the police, stealing from me – they all want to play the “bad guy”. REVOLTING scum humans in Australia (Ha ha KAREN – you can’t barge in and take my kids! I can SPEAK OUT without this fear, unlike a lot of other women. -I heard they tried to take them, but then discovered I don’t have kids! LOL. So much for free speech.). BTW, KAREN, is a new term, it's like a modern colloquial word, that pretty much ‘unempathetic bully arseholes’ have come up with; they use it to describe women {although I don't know why they always referred to them as women, because some men are just the same}, so, these people, named KAREN are people who are completely anal about the rules, i.e. there's some housing estates that you've got to have your grass 10cm high at all times, you can't leave it unmown – its frowned upon by the body corporate. And so, there's people that go around the neighbourhood and measure people's grass!! - so that type of person would be considered a KAREN according to youtube. Not an important rule, not a legal law or Christian mandate!! Apparently the term evolved from a TV show, I didn't see it. I thought maybe it might've evolved from my neighbour whose name was Karen!! She was a high school teacher, but I'm pretty sure she's not the type to measure the grass!! Lol. On YouTube, those ‘bully arsholes’, threaten KAREN with murder. Its reminiscent of criminals wanting to get away with everything, as I guess the same personality type would be interested, BORN, to hunt down law breakers. 15. I bet they don’t even have a sore foot, and re, Renters are POVERTY people I saw an image of a lovely good looking couple in their 50's, riding around in an electric car - golf buggy type. I included it with this story, and titled it "Ever get the feeling life is for other people". You know, the most important thing an 18-year-old can be told, or even earlier, is the thing you need to do first and foremost in your life, is purchase a house, so you don’t waste your money on rents. In fact as soon as you get your first job you should apply for a mortgage. Because landlords are the greatest legal thieves of them all, and it’s a big secret - when you’re old and wise it’s easy to see the big picture, but by then it will be way too late, so you need to demand your parents give you money for a deposit for your own home, and then work hard when you’re young and full of energy, and pay off that mortgage as soon as you can - 10 years. I think bank will only give you a 20-year loan so you have to pay off the monthly mortgage on one hand and then put money aside on the other to pay off the lump sum payment towards the end after 10 years or so, - that’s the ideal, and essential to “winning” in life. That way you can either sell it and purchase again somewhere better, or you can rent it and always have that income coming in. You’ll have your own sense of freedom and PLACE, in life, essential, to coping with all that life throws at you. Because working to live in somebody else’s house with landlords coming around and wanting to inspect and ‘lord over’, isn’t worth it - you’ll soon see after a few years, it just doesn’t work, you have no motivation or desire to work. If you remain a renter, you’re always going to be on a cycle of poverty, it is only those people who own property, who win in life - it is just like Monopoly, although you don’t need to win, you just need to land on a few good squares, in order to play. I feel so strongly about this, that if you’re a parent and plan on having kids, but don’t have several thousands of dollars in the bank ready for a deposit when they turn 18, you shouldn’t be having kids, otherwise you’re just asking them to suffer in life, and be disadvantaged (handicapped). And you know it’s up to parents to explain this to a child, I know some parents, (mine) where just everything came easy to them, so they just didn’t think about these kinds of things. And, infact, in my family, we never talked about money at all. So no wonder there was no thoughts to purchasing a house. And that’s why I’m writing it, and unfortunately, I have been banned from social media, because this is where the story belongs, so everyone can see it and have a chance of feeling good about life, for the whole duration. In fact, I think it’s greedy landlords who mainly have banned me from social media because they don’t want renters to know this little fact about life, they want to continue the cycle of poverty so they can remain rich. 16. When You See What You Want - Ask For It, You Just Never Know One day in my early 20’s, I was walking down the street in Sydney attending a job interview. As I was walking to and fro from the car, I came across a shop which blew me away, it was an interior design fabric shop. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it looked from the window. I decided that this is where I wanted to work, so I waltzed in, wanting to know if they had any positions. It so happened they did! And the sales-girl in there was very nice, she gave me the name of the manager, and suggested I should write to him for an interview. So, I wrote to a Mr King, and explained why I should work for him there at South Pacific Fabrics, (even though I had no idea what position was on offer) I just told him in my letter about his fabrics, and my experience from looking at them, it was long and waffly, and a most unusual letter for a job application. I’m not really a ‘fit the normal’ type of person, I’m a very visual creative person, and I guess it was a creative letter. It so happened, so was Mr King, so, I got an interview, from this letter! (I recall reading the letter to my younger brother at the time before I sent it, he didn’t have much to say about it, but when I told him I got the interview, he was like “you got the interview from that letter”! (not sure if his correct tone is coming across). So, the interview went well, although I wasn’t really suitable for what they were looking for because I’d had no experience in sales (I’m not really a sales type person) BUT, they created a temporary job for me to do the Samplling work! I was absolutely thrilled to bits, and loved my little job there, because I got to go through every single fabric, and there were some nice people that worked there too. Now, I can sometimes come across as kind of a blunt person, or “raw” as Mrs King, I think it was, described me. So, at one point they thought it would be a good idea if they put me in charge of recuperating the Big Fabric Sample books, which were quite pricey. They would sometimes, for special customers only, lend them out to those special hoity-toits. These special customers were often the type of people who wouldn’t jump if a young sales girl phones them up and asked them to jump, so it was figured that someone with a more “raw” dialect might have had better chance of getting the books back! I do actually recall phoning a one Margaret Pomeranz, insisting she return a book back - little did I know at the time who she was, quite famous in Australia and the Australian film industry. Anyway it must’ve worked, as after I had finished doing all the samples up, I had to leave, but was given quite a number of older Sample books by Mrs King, which I thought was very nice, and I later used them to upholster a daybed, in a patchwork of these most amazing fabrics - and when I say amazing, I mean they were literally amazing, not the type of thing you would see in normal day to day average life, they were out of the ordinary fabrics, I recall the most expensive one was about $500 per metre, and that was 30 years ago, so that’s pretty pricey for a fabric, (an average price for an interior fabric, like what you would find at Lincraft or Spotlight, was at the time, usually anywhere from $15-$30/m.) I was inspired to design my own textiles, mainly from a lack of anything even remotely good in any of the retail shops available to me, as I did my sewing around 2015. I like them! When I was selling them on SPFL, I sold enough of my designs to pay for my materials, which was perfect, - but then they sabotage ban me ☹️so I have not sold any since 2019. See above far right a few of my Pink designs. 17. My Pusscat is Never Going to get Stuck up a Tree When Tulip was a kitten, one time, he was mad hopping around the bedroom, as they do, and he climbed all the way up this tall upholstered mirror that I had. When he got all the way up to the top, I exclaimed “now, how you going to get down Tulip!” He was looking around wondering the same thing, so I grabbed his little butt, and kind of wiggled him in a gentle downwards sideways manner, so he got the hang of how he could shimmy back down, he took to it immediately and was down in a flash. I have seen him throughout his whole adult life, when he climbs right up high, in a tree, he uses the same technique to come down!! It’s like, “my pussycat is never going to get stuck up a tree!” So, I recommend when they’re kittens, try doing that, you can teach them how to get down on a vertical incline. No need for the fireman! 18. Every plant specie I sell, has a story, this is woodwardii’s (woodwardii is a small upright slender gum with a large yellow flower, and powder white branches). Every time I sell a packet of this seed partiqular species; Eucalyptus woodwardii, I am reminded of the Gunnedah bullybitches; I saw this tree growing on a street in Gunnedah (Borthistle Road), they were inside and outside, a property, that was abandoned for quite some time and was up for sale. As this tree tickled my fancy, with its lovely upright drooping habit, and silvery white stem, I phoned the Real estate on the gate, to find out whose property it was, as they probably planted those trees and would know what they were. This by the way, was a time before Facebook, when if you want something identified you just have to put a picture up of it on Facebook, and there are people who love playing the ‘ID this tree game’, I will name it in a flash. God bless those people. (Although since I have been ban – I can no longer have quick ID access L). But, so, I called the Real Estate, and OMG, what a bunch of stupid bitches - it was truly like talking to bitchy zombie bimbo heads who kind of refused to tell me the owner, but they didn’t say that they wouldn’t tell me the owner, or why, they just came up with bimbo nonsense gobblygook. Those condescending girls should be shot they are not worthy of planet earth, and are anti-trees, and anti helpful. Anyway, I did collect the seeds (from the ones on the street, ofcourse, and NOT the ones on private property – actually the gate was locked, there was no entrance to the property). I grew a tree from the seeds, at Rangari garden. Some years later determined by Facebook that it was Eucalyptus woodwardii. I have since been banned from Facebook due to stupid Nazi bimbos just like those Real Estate girls - they all should be shot. RIGHT BACK AT YOU. I want to further add, collecting seed from the street, a public street, is perfectly legal. This applies to all nature strips and verges, of course if someone has planted a garden, (which they are encouraging people do to now), and they obviously tend it, with vegetables and fruit trees, obviously it is “good form” to ask for something if you want it, bearing in mind if they are growing food – it is most likely for themselves, and they do not want to give it away. It is illegal to collect seed from Nature Reserves, and Parks and Wildlife areas, unless you have a permit,- that you pay for, they charge a lot, btw. In my experience if you knock on the door of a lovely garden, and ask the owner about a specific tree, you will allways get a person quite happy to talk about their garden and would not mind if you collect a cutting or some seeds – and will be appreciative that you asked in the first place, and not just took. Plus, if you stop and chat, you can often get the plant name, age and history, always good things to know. If a gardener did not want these kinds of attentions (from mops!), they would have a privacy fence up, so no one could see what is growing in their garden! 19. Major Socket Shortage in Australian Homes In my kitchen, just on one side of the kitchen, I have 19 items that need to be plugged in to a wall socket - electrical socket {and that’s just on one side of the kitchen}, on the other side I’ve got five items, plus the oven. So, I’ll say 24 sockets is what I need in my kitchen for 1 person (yes only 1 person requires 24 wall sockets). This kitchen has a total of 4 wall sockets, so I’m 20 sockets short. This is a unit built in the 50s, but being a renter, I’ve never had any home or unit, that has had more sockets – most Australian housing is totally outdated by 70 years, and built by non-thinkers. {Apparently, they still, are being bult by non-thinkers, as I have been advised that one home owner, had to stop construction mid-way through, as she noted there were not enough wall sockets in the whole new house build, and instructed them to put more in, which they did, quite happily so, btw, that person, then, owned a business, called “Thinkers” ! - a children’s book and toy company, if only she could have started it in the 20’s!} 20. Blinded By Money Syndrome and money thinkers = greedy thinkers I found in Gunnedah when I lived there, there was a tip shop, and I loved it, I could get any second-hand furniture basically that I wanted $5, it was brilliant. I purchased things like a timber front door ($5), a timber fly screen front door ($5), left over half full 5L tin of white paint ($2), white kitchen tiles ($5 a box), large timber office desk ($10)…. I mean, who wouldn’t want to purchase a really good large timber desk for $10, instead of spending $600 for the equivalent brand-new. If you’re saving for a house, or a second investment house even, it just makes sense to buy second-hand. Although I do realize, especially in retrospect, the workers who staff all the Tip Shops in NSW, and Gunnedah tip, used to pretend they were “the mob”; what do you want we can get for you! A game to amuse themselves at work! LOL And, I believe the reason I could basically get whatever I wanted at the Gunnedah Tip shop was because most people in Gunnedah were snobs and refused to buy not only second-hand furniture, but items from a tip shop – THEIR LOSS, more for me! I love 2nd hand shops. When I moved to QLD, unfortunatly I found this attitude by the rest of the community was no longer, no snobs in QLD, and finding 2nd hand goods is difficult. And I’m going to throw in this story; as a renter I have never had a house or a unit that has had a Rangehood. This is so ridiculous, because when you cook, oily dirty fumes escape from the pan and go directly onto the ceiling and walls, making it yucky in the long run. To me, a kitchen without a Rangehood is like a kitchen with part of the floor missing, it’s just an essential. So, in this farmhouse where I lived for 10 years, I decided I would make my own Rangehood after about 4yrs, because there was already a round hole in the ceiling above the oven. I got some plywood, $20, bought a fan for $15, a sliding filter for $15, it was pretty easy to do and, in the end, it worked a treat. The thing is, about the Rangehood is that it didn’t look like a Rangehood that you purchased from the shops, it looks like a DIY Rangehood, and even though I’m pretty good at DIY – neat and clean, any person can tell the difference between the Chinese manufactured goods that they have in the shops, and something bespoke and handmade – it was definatly a nice wooden range hood. So, when the new buyer came through, I told them about my home-made Rangehood, and they insisted they didn’t want it. It was like the underlying message “We’re rich, we’ll just buy one” - it’s like their money blinded them to the fact that this Rangehood was already there, it worked perfectly, and it wasn’t like it was a total eyesore. I think most people from NSW are suffering from “blinded by money syndrome”, when it comes to buying second-hand goods. I realized at that time, that for my whole life, I never really thought about money, like it does not consume my thoughts as it must do for other people. Things that I need pop up, so then I go about thinking how I can obtain it, and usually eventually can by my 2nd hand shopping, but that’s pretty it, my total thoughts involving money. It has always been this way my whole life – I hardly think about money. Now that I have moved to North Queensland, and there are NO 2nd hand shops here, plus there are limited services and business, with a HUGE demand for pretty much everything, it is quite a pickle for me, as at this stage in my life it is way too late to be only now just starting to think about money, good thing we have a welfare system in this country, albeit run by greedy money thinking dogs. You know, I blame the libs for the bad state of QLD housing. Not that I follow politics too much, but they really need to be stepping things up for everyone, not just the rich greedy money thinkers – it goes hand in hand; money thinkers = greedy thinkers. 21. Pot Belly Theory I want to quickly write about something; I was a really skinny child. Slim, but with a pot belly, it’s a little unusual, most little girls have a flat stomachs, and it’s not until they start eating a lot, or have kids, that they get a big womanly belly. I have two theories as to why I have a big pot belly. Btw, you couldn’t really notice as I was growing up that I had a big pot belly because I was so slim. I mean, if I took my top off and showed everyone, then one could see that it was a potbelly, but since I didn’t ever do that, I didn’t have any weird comments about my stomach. It wasn’t until I started putting on weight in my 40’s, when suddenly I just had no control over my belly, no amount of breathing in, standing up straight, or tucking your butt under would hide my tummy. It just really sticks out, and I do admittedly look like I’m seven months pregnant, all the time. At one point I had a scan done to check for any abnormalities, as it’s so large – but, no, none, just ALL FAT! I have been advised that belly fat is really bad for you by a certain doctor, but I have done a bit of research, and this is complete BS, and it’s a personal opinion of doctor, most men in fact, like women who do not have belly fat, same as how they would prefer a pretty woman to an ugly one, so it is not unhealthy to have belly fat, nothing bad is going to happen to anyone who has fat on their belly. Having said that, obviously everyone knows it’s better health wise not to be obese or fat in general. Ok, so my first theory is; my grandfather died of stomach cancer and so therefore there could be just some flaw in my genetics, in the stomach area, a weakness, possibly caused from wars in the past, which I know, injuries can change people’s DNA, so the next generation carry the scars from the previous. Interesting isn’t it. {That bit is scientifically proven actually, the bit about war injuries changing DNA and passing it down to next generations}. So, one should always try not to harm their body. My second theory is child restraining seats, in fact, I have many, very young childhood, bad memories about, being placed in those baby seats, and then having had the belt done up across my belly, it was always very tight, and touching my stomach, I even recall my stomach been pinched regularly as the clip was done up. And so, my stomach, being young, and adaptable, has thought, well, I’m going to need some protection here, so let’s put a whole heap of extra fat right there where the seatbelt goes! And actually, I would think this later theory, would probably be the more accurate of the two. I noticed when I did some nanny work, that the kind of woman who has all girls, has a certain personality type, and the kind of woman who has all boys, also has a distinct personality type. It was really really obvious to me. The woman who had all girls are kind of girly type personalities, whilst the women who had all boys, you would not describe them as girly, possibly Tomboy girly – possibly not girly at all. And there seemed to be no exception to that rule. It was always the same where ever I went, and I saw quite a few different families. Also, I have known 2 families, at least, probably more, but 2 that come to mind, that consisted of all girls only – no sons born, 4 female siblings in 1 family, and 3 female siblings in another. And I have to say those families are just horrid, there’s no other way to describe them. A bunch of bitches. It’s like there’s no balance at all. Not only are they horrid to one another but they inflict their bitchiness on other girls, just revolting people. Image above is my Fabric Design “Mia's Twisted Stripes 66771d ”, only available upon request. Btw, As I have been designing my fabrics, on quite a lot of them I have picked out the same base background colour; I got its code from the colour picker (which consists of six characters), I use RGB mode. In the colour settings, it states they are set to North America General Purpose, now I'm not really sure what that means, but it seems within that setting the colours are preset to a specific RGB format or a specific CMYK format that have slightly differneet tones or shades within the colour. I did notice several years later when I was editing one of my designs, as I went to get the same colour background, when I typed in my 6 digit code, it showed a different colour than my same old same old one that I choose…so I was not too impressed about that, at all - that means that they have been playing around with their colours and changing their codes. Either that or the computer was hacked? But, I also noticed; take the above design shade of green, which has Code 66771D in the swatch palette picker box. But if I click on the colour library within the swatch palette, it tells me that this colour is actually called Pantone 7496C, in the RGB Pantone solid coated Library. So I'm thinking the six digit code may change depending on computer settings, but the Pantone code will not change. {?} I personally find it a little strange that they even have the first code - why not just use the Pantone codes all the time, so there's no confusion..... 22. You know what they Say, Good Fences Make for Good Neighbours I find it strange how some housing developers (especially diy people) give thought to the house. But often the plot itself is not thought about, nor Boundary lines. And how the garden is going to interact with the house. And how the driveway is going to interact - how functional the carport/ garage is going to be. It’s a total area that is lacking in my opinion. Of course, this opinion has come about due to practically every house I have lived in, not having a sufficient Boundary, and most having last minute way-too-small garage add ons. For example, the current house I live in now (2021) is a bush block, and I have neighbours who just waltz through and around my garden, and not just kids. They litter. There really does need to be a fence, and preferably it needs to be 8 foot to block all temptations, so when neighbours go for their daily walk around the park, they simply cannot walk around my house. I’m getting a little sick and tired of picking up other people‘s rubbish around my garden. The tend to wander at night, and in the bird twit hours. I have found, no matter what neighbourhood I live in, no matter what socio-economic factors either, this Boundary is a necessity. I say bring back gorgeous stone walls again, or stone gabions, tall hay bale walls, timber battens…… cheap stick fences, shade cloth walls…….so many possibilities for every budget. 23. How did you spend your childhood I saw this ad, and it reminded me of my childhood running around the paddocks half naked in the summer heat having fun exploring the wilderness. (The other half was spent in the pool) I have to mention this, as actually I’ve noticed this going on for several years now whenever I go anywhere; I seem to have a plethora of kids placed around me in various locations where I go. To any bystanders, all would appear normal and not ‘placed’, but as I know I have people who follow me around, (female dogs) plus it is usually school time, and kids are meant to be in school, yet there are literally dozens sometimes out and about. I know that somebody is going and getting these kids and putting them where I have to go, often on the road / footpath as I drive to the shop. They’ve been doing it for many years, I remember when I was in Sydney, they used to send kids into my shop (on their own), and the kids would all have brand-new clothes on, and look very smart and dashing. I’m talking maybe six-year-olds, 7, 8. I have no idea why they do this, these kids never speak to me, and they are usually at some distance from me. I can only speculate why they would go and get kids; first of all, the person dealing with those kids would be slightly paedophilic and definatly stupid; and want to make themselves feel important by controlling and herding kids around. That would be the number one reason in fact, and there is no more speculation needed. Since they still continue to do this, even at my new address in Sarina, I guess a special message is needed for all involved; Ah, could all (probably spoilt) little shits, go jump in the lake. 24. Is the Australian Government ripping you off? The Australian Government did not pay my Aus study when I was entitled (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS – have they ANY idea, how that has affected MY WHOLE LIFE? – all the thefts- its related.). They missed 4 weeks of payments when I was entitled on my Niece Scheme Program. (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that– STUPID CUNTS) They gave dad part pension when he was entitled to full pension. (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS) They started reducing my rent assistance for a few dollars each fortnight hoping I would not notice. (Liberals in office, but it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS) They made me sign a form stating if I got sick under their total scam slave labour ‘work for the dole’ program that I would not sue them, - I did get sick, big time, and I believe it was a virus given to me deliberately by the dogs. (Liberals in office) (Government picking off its Pensioners? – see my Big Jelly Baby Scam story for more about that) But again, it would be women at Centrelink responsible for that – STUPID CUNTS) Some governments create armies to defend its country, in Australian, government or stupid women from Centrelink create dog armies to fight against its own people – cockaninnies STUPID CUNTS. Guess I should vote labour now. (I am not really a political person, I don’t even watch the news due to all the fuphies, although I as a Greeny, I have noted over many years, the Libs seem to run the country into the ground whenever they are in; by brainwashing Australians into believing that they are rich. So, then labour has to come along and ‘save’ the country before it all goes to complete shit- then the cycle repeats.) Actually, I can’t believe the amount of fake news on television news, I would say 80% is fake. It is disgraceful, and I believe it is related to me too; all the stealing, harassment, stalking that goes on in my life – they tell me, “Well we are at war”, so that’s why we do it, and then they put a fake war story on the ABC news. So, I am not sure who exactly I am meant to be at war with, either, the ABC news crew, or just the female news reader, or the Australian government, or odd politicians, or old girls from school, or even possibly my neighbours? – oh wait it’s probably women at Centrelink – STUPID CUNTS). How should I know who? Quite frankly I do not consider myself at war with any one, but I am always going to think the women who work at Centrelink are STUPID CUNTS, this is never going to change now.) Plus ofcourse the women who steal from me, more STUPID CUNTS. Actually in general now, I don’t like people enough to want to have any type of relationship with them at all, good or bad. It seems to me; for someone related to the news, to be so obsessed with me, a mere young girl from the country, they must be absolutely nuts, and should seek mental health help immediately, and should have done so a long time ago. Plus GET A LIFE, your own life. Btw, it is only with old age can you start to see the bullshit, and often I have no proof, I can just see; “bullshit” alert. 25. Self-declared important people I have noticed this is a thing today, and all my life I have noted it. It started 100’s of years ago, re the slave trade by the Dutch. With a famous historian, Christopher Clark, noting; “The sense of a God-given superiority over other humans is breathtaking.” It wasn’t for another 200 years when human rights laws were introduced to protect and save, slaves. But it wasn’t for another 200 years again, only a few years ago from now, where this atrocious behaviour was acknowledged by the crown. It’s like they knew, but wanted to keep it secret, so they could keep treating people badly for as long as they could get away with it. Sh! This resonates with me, because I feel, I often come across people who indeed feel they are superior to me, and act accordingly, it’s a real problem that still exists. And, indeed, they have tried to enslave me, they being Centrelink (STUPID CUNTS), through forced ‘work for the dole’ (that is work without pay) exactly the same thing. But it’s not just Centrelink staff who have this attitude, a lot of people do still, I am particularly reminded of certain girls from the private school I attended I know a lot of them have the superiority complex. I feel that is why CC shoplifted, as she felt she was superior and thus was allowed to do as she pleases. Sh! But actually, most people I encounter will act superior when they determine I do not have money, it is beyond absurd now, how much this happens. I have said it before, but I will say it again, as I know how hard a concept this is, for a 3rd born to grasp; you have to be respectful to everyone, not just people who have more money than you – YOU IDIOTS. But, in my experience, if you let people walk all over you, they will, regardless of laws and human rights, = the whole ‘give someone enough rope…..’ theory. And this includes the 3 spheres who have the power and authority to take action; the police, the Government, and the so-called mental health sector. Those people truly do not have any respect for certain sectors of society. And a lot of that is brought about by conditioning, and not experience. If you read my blog, I have already given heaps of examples, like the police, radio personalities, landlords, politicians, psychiatrists, family, friends, shop retail girls… so many. {I myself, am definatly better than thieving Heath Barwick} self-declared so. But here is another little one, that I think would be common. One time I was working for an alteration lady in a hoity toity suburb, and I was elected to deliver an urgent repair to a wealthy customer in a nearby fancy hotel, so I was walking through the lobby with my cargo - what looked like dry cleaning I guess, and I was pretty much ignored. I had to step into the hair salon to ask for the whereabouts of the concierge. And the hair woman totally dissed me like an unimportant person who does not need to be taken seriously or listened to at all. Perhaps I should have worn a fur coat down there! 26. Statue of Liberty story With really not much knowledge of history or politics. (Just wasn’t into it when I was at school, switched off completely). But 30 years later I was happily watching a documentary, and learnt about how Britain and the whole of England basically tried to take over the whole world and had colonial states in practically every country including America. And in 1889, the enlightened political system of America had finally sprung to life, by standing up to the British Bullies, by declaring, all men are created equal and they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, including life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. To which the whole world heard and rejoiced, with the French gifting the Americans the Statue of Liberty, as a special thank you for such an enlightened political theory. 😁 And shame on those brits! I feel my attitude when I was at school, is pretty much the whole of Australia’s attitude, still, towards history and politics. It’s unfortunate that most Australians haven’t embraced the American declaration of Independence, including the government and Centrelink, who still try to install slave labour through work for the dole, in this country. Not to mention stalk and harass recipients, aswell as the whole community generally tries to dominate, boss, and be as tyrannical as they can, in every situation. It’s like they just haven’t heard about the declaration of Independence. Australian bogans. Animal Farm. Plus, to further back up the now typical tyrannical Australian, this country was first inhabited, shortly after captain cook landed, by prisoners (thieves and hoodlums) as well as the people who looked after the prisoners - who had a reputation of being the absolute very worst ‘tyrannical’ prison guards in the world. So, basically this country is founded on tyranny and thieves. And, I can attest, this is still true generations later, even after all the other immigrants we have taken on board in this country. {{ Just as a quick side bar, back in the early in the 90s when I was working in Sydney, in the inner Western suburbs, there were a lot of businesses open that didn't really do much trade, and they were run by immigrants, who obviously didn't have any skills, education or sometimes even English when they came here, but they had to do something, so there's quite a few shops that open but just not really doing much trade, like the little bakery next door to my shop, an Italian mum and pop shop that sold stale bread, the fabric shop that didn't seem to sell any fabrics. Of course there was the coffee shop on the corner - but that did a roaring trade! Apparently there are heaps of ‘speciality’ shops in Melbourne too.}} You know, it’s like you have to know these sorts of things from an early age, so you can enlighten all the stupid dogs that hound you, so they can see, they should not be hounding you. So, make sure your child has an understanding of the Statue of Liberty story, even if you’re not American, it is an important worldwide story of interest. A must know. The above image background is a textile print from my “Clouds” collection, - I am still waiting for an Australian Printing company to open, so I can print through them, aswell as make available for the public. I was ban from the American one, (! – not familiar with the Declaration of Independence) and I used to sell heaps, so not only do I lose, but they lose too (idiots). There is a Chinese one, but they make too many mistakes. 27. Excrucian; intolerable, unbearable, agonizingly annoying Before I begin; this is a screenshot of my seed business. I love selling seeds. It is a little bonus of all the hard work that I put in, planting trees and shrubs. If you’ve been reading my blog, you know I have been ban from many social media places, but this one is relatively new, and so far, I haven’t been ban, and I’ve made quite a bit of pocket money. Enough to pay for hire truck relocation 500km north. ~ Sometimes I receive mail, and if it’s a parcel that doesn’t fit in the locker, the post woman, will deliver it directly to my unit, which is wonderful, and if I have any seed orders to go, she’ll take them for me, which is also wonderful. But that lovely woman has since disappeared, and there is a new young boy now who refuses to post letters, but I have noticed they are sending me look a likes of that boy on telly, weirdos, everything, all weird bizarre behaviour could be Australia Post related. This is a little story about today’s incident. Excrucian; intolerable, unbearable, agonizingly annoying So, I just went into Sarina to post some seed orders off. I thought I’d stop off and look at some marigolds that were growing on a footpath, to get some seeds; so, there’s a guy down there, who, and I’m not sure if he was altogether right in the head, but he said that it was his garden, and I could get some seeds if I wanted, but there were none left off the good big ones. And then I saw this girl who was parked infront of me leave and then someone beep beep beep on the highway. So, this happens frequently, some strange girl (most likely a thief) and then a beeper. If you witnessed this on the street, you would think nothing, no big deal, but if your me, and witness it practically everywhere I go, IT IS excrucian, to be followed like that, and beeped at for some unknown reason. I think maybe they organised it, as they knew I was coming, so that all of the flowers were dead-headed - so that I couldn’t get any?? What kind of messed up person does that? Maybe it’s a fun game for the girl to sabotage everything I do?? Oh yeah, thast’s right, IT IS. Sometimes I forget many people are not normal, and were raised by the ‘bad and stupid’. Maybe that’s what sick people do in their free time? I either have some girl that follows me around, (dogs) or truck drivers in a toll trucks who follow me, if it’s not one, it’s the other. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU, all of you, rack off, and get YOUR OWN life. (btw those marigolds are about to flower in my planter now, so thankyou for those 2 down opposite the Dr’s, for those seeds, I hope the hot pink Celosia I gave them is growing.) Maybe they think it is a form of flattery to be followed all the time, like they think of themselves as mere fans of me, expressing their admiration? SICKOES Maybe there is food involved, free food for dogs? Like if you feed stray cats, they hang around, could be the same thing, but the motive is, if you mess up this girls plan, you get free food! Who is the moron GIVING dogs free food HA HA Sometimes I feel, they do it because they want me to put on a show for them, like a trained monkey. They want me to put on a show of “anger and fury”. So, you can see how that is a no-win situation for me, no matter what I do in that “set up situation”, as I am not a performing monkey, and I refuse to perform for someone who manipulates me like this; they are revolting, evil, and they should be shot. I suspect that those girls doing that, are, just that, monkees. Get off my back you stupid little monkey girls. Oh, and they have the arrogance to sign (by beeping) YOU LOOSE, if I did not perform their desired display of ‘rage and frustration’. When in actual fact I WON. {I must have!! Lol} They have been doing it for years, and still no tantrums! – they are pretty slow learners. Why can’t I go down the street without being HARRASSED LIKE THAT? I mention before on my blog when I write about something on my blog, it stops. But after writing this, they still do it; last trip in - a big semi trailer with xoxo number plates. It does appear to be a AM thing, they do it often in the morning, so then if I go out again in the arvo, no problems. Update 2025 – new address, and I have not seen a toll truck in over 12mnths now!!!! Yaaah! Also, I no longer sell on Local Seeds – guess what, I was ban! What a shock. I am back selling on ebay with a new name “AustralianBackyardPlantsAndSeeds ” And, I love selling seeds and growing native flowers. Not Excrucian! well, maybe weeding – a little…. 28. Neighbour shaming, to wake them up to the beauty of nature (see photos here) Neighbour Shaming, to Wake them up to the Beauty of Nature Just look what the bonehead across the road has done - that big beautiful magnificent tree on the corner - chopped chopped chopped. (Cnr Henry and Little Barber St, Gunnedah. NSW, Australia). (After I wrote this some imbecile copycat has chopped down the 8 trees I planted here at new address – so heedless). I just can’t believe what people are like sometimes. I mean that tree had just hit its prime, in it’s huge big majestic state, a little nonthinking twit has just come along and cut it down. It was a Jacaranda, and Jacarandas pretty much look awful (in my opinion) until they hit their maturity, and when they finally do, it takes like (50 to 70 years or something) they come into their element, and shine, this one had at least another 100years+ of life left still. I just can’t believe this guy has chopped that tree down. IDIOT. Even if it’s not a native, he (or she) hasn’t even replaced it with anything. Disgraceful disgraceful disgraceful; you’re not worthy of living on planet Earth. I’ve also included a photo of that beautiful ironbark (E. sideroxylon) that grows at the entrance of a farmers house on my way out to my place at Rangari, and they have had the good sense not to chop it down, and that tree would be extremely old now, centuries old, no knowing how many. The trunk on that stately black ironbark is fattening up beautifully! They’ve also left the parasite which is growing on it, called Mistletoe, and it has given it a lovely weepy appearance, with the attached parasite looking like a part of the tree. Fantastic! Some people know how to live, some people don’t. Here is a good spot to mention; since I have moved from Gunnedah and have been living in Queensland, I’ve noticed that in some new developed areas, they haven’t bothered clearing the land before they built their home. They’ve just built the house around the existing scrub that came with the block, even though the areas are quite residential now. And those gardens are absolutely beautiful, they really shine and stand out above any neighbouring ones that have had their blocks cleared. They look a million dollars. They have trees that have been growing there for many years, and they give the whole garden a beautiful old established feel, and sometimes the owner has added a good fence and some of their own favourite plants as well, which makes it look tidy and habited too. So, THINK before bulldozing and clearing the whole block; why don’t you keep as much as you can, aside from the area/ path access needed for building a house. At first you might think, oh that’s just scrubby wasteland, but once you start noticing things, you’ll realise that, that so-called scrubby wasteland, is valuable Australian flora and fauna. Idiots who cut trees down are blind to beauty. MPB driveways showing garden of uncleared land 29. Mulberry Syrup Story (photo here) (Facebook upload, before I was ban) Because I have a lot to say, and mostly none of it good, I wanted to put here something that is good, really good, a recipe: Mulberry Syrup for those lucky enough to have a Mulberry tree 3 bowls (8 cups) washed fresh and ripe mulberries 3 tbs (not dessert spoons) demerara sugar Optional for extra earthy taste; ¾ cup frozen cherries (possibly fresh ones may work, not sure) Pick only good ripe mulberries (spread sheet of shade cloth to catch), my tree produced extra large juicy mulberries which was a plus, some trees only have small sized mulberries. Place mulberries, stem and all in saucepan, add water to cover (4 cups) and simmer for an hour on low, then tip into food processor and with the soft blade (I think that blade is for dough?), puree briefly, and strain through fine strainer back into saucepan. The strainer ought to be fine enough to catch the fine seed too – not all strainers are this fine, you have to look for one, (ask the people who make them!) Add the sugar, and gently reduce to a syrup, 1-2 hrs. Possibly you could put on high, constantly stir and it may take 20minutes, whatever, the more reduced, the more flavour concentrate. Note if you add the cherries too, it is even tastier for some reason. (I had some left-over frozen cherries which are awful to eat on their own, but added to this, yum!) Serve with mulberry ice-cream or vanilla or chocolate! Yum this is amazing! This delicious food product was one of the big contributors to getting me CastOut out of my home of 10yrs at Rangari – it all comes down to pure food jealousy. – this syrup is really that good. My Mulberry tree produced huge big fat juicy long Mulberries, I grew it from a cutting of a Mulberry Tree that was growing on a farm I rented near Gunnedah, called “Rowan Leigh” at the end of Dietrich Rd, (I think it was 260, but Google Maps is saying that is Antonio’s old place? The house I lived in burnt to the ground, and there is a new build there now.) And from Google Maps, it looks like the tree is gone. It was a huge tree in the paddock behind the house (some people, just don’t know how to live) – the best Mulberries you have ever tasted, much nicer than the typical Mulberry. Luckily, I took a cutting to my new address on Bridges Road at Rangari, just out of Gunnedah, NSW, Australia. It was doing very well when I left. I recommend going there and asking the occupant for some cuttings, they’re easy to strike from cuttings. (Get one for me while you’re at it!! - I wouldn’t be surprised if all the ebay thieving dogs have turned up there anyway, and stolen all my seeds from the 100’s of plants I planted DOGS). So, after that farm sold, and I was Cast Out from Rangari, I took a rooted cutting with me, it survived 5 moves up to QLD (over the next 16mnths), but then it died in the drought at Gin Gin, and most terrible soil ever. QLD – a place where it never bloody rains either. Gin Gin; even drier than Gunnedah. I took a cutting from an existing straggly one that was somehow growing at Gin Gin, but, small berries and not nearly as tasty. (Don’t get me started on backwards hillbilllies in QLD who do not even have a mulberry tree in their backyard!). You know, it’s about food! So, I tried this with frozen blueberries, and nowhere near that devine yum flavour that fresh ripe fruit has. Not worth doing unless you have the fresh ripe fruits. I did plant out the ‘not as good mulberry’ out at my new spot - it was getting too big for a pot, but one of my neighbours dug it up and nicked it! Good thing I saw it outside her unit and demand she put it back (well, actually, I put it back, she is one of those types. She said, she thought it had grown from seed, wildly. Mm mmm.) That was the neighbour that moved in here same time I did. Mm mmm. Then after I planted it out, the neighbour on the other side, number 108, the mother, yelled out “thank you”. Like she thought I must’ve planted it out for her! Well, I certainly did not plant it out for her, and what a thief, stealing from neighbours fruity tree. I planted it out for myself and the residents at 110, (if I am still here by the time it fruits). The fact that she thought I planted it out for her, is another example of how vain and selfish most women are. Also, I sent an email to my cousin Stephanie describing this new place here, and I mentioned the fact that there are no kids in this complex, which is fantastic, and after I did this, that mother twit across the road sent her noisy kids down here to play in the car park. Yet another example how most women just like being facetious and stupid – it’s a game for them. The bimbo game, “lets show exactly just how bimbo we can be”. I bet they learnt that game from their inadequate parents. I suggest instead of investing in wondering what I am doing, invest in time raising your children, they are clearly in want of something. I counted all the fruit trees I have planted at all the rentals I have lived, it would be at least 50 now. And that’s because, every place I go to, there’s none - really and truly, what is wrong with people, Australians don’t know how to eat well or live well. Although having to constantly move suddenly in my late 40’s, (I guess to ugly, old, and wise to be tolerated by greedy landlords), I have had my heart broken by fruit trees, so many fruit trees….. Here is another recipe using berries, if you drink this every so often, you will not get cancer (so obviously this recipe is not for any of the people who steal from me, and there has been numerous) Yummy cancer prevention juice 1 fresh kale leaf, de stemmed (or frozen prechopped is still good) 1/2c frozen blueberries or mulberries 1/2 tsp flax seed ¼ tsp dried ground seaweed ¼ tsp honey, honey has extreme healing properties 1 apple, best chilled, then quartered 3 cold navel oranges, peeled and halved Optional 1 small carrot – I found this juice so sweet, that it can easily handle a carrot and is still sweet as. Carrots for the eyes. Place the berries, flax seed, seaweed, kale and honey in small Nutribullet cup, (one of my small cups was stolen after I wrote this, see the dogs – constantly watching my every move) - and whiz up. Remove the blade and place that Nutribullet cup under the juicer, and juice apple, carrot and peeled oranges. Put the Nutribullet blade back on, and give it another whiz up. Yum. Eat with a Choc double dipped Carman Breakfast nut bar! Can’t go wrong! 30. Siren Dogs - Ambulance Kids Joyriders Siren Dogs - Ambulance Kids Joyriders There are some flaming idiots driving an ambulance or a police car - who are playing the sirens - They’ve been doing it for the past two weeks at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin - they clearly need to be told to bugger off, we are sick of hearing you taking your kids for a joyride and playing sirens- you are disturbing us and the animals. You are ruining our “quiet enjoyment”. It is not our fault that you had a failing bimbo mother, so stop taking out your dysfunction on the community around you. Outlaw ambulance drivers. Btw, this “taking your kids for a joyride in your ambulance” would also frequently happen at Gunnedah too. And it just happened here at Sarina, about 1hr ago, before I updated this story, also accompanied by tooting – they tooted their ambulance horn madly as they drove past my units! They are stealing no doubt. And, btw, this whole story was stolen, not only from my PC, but all my online storage accounts – all of them this time. I could not find the same photo, a no copyright one, it was a kind of blurry one of an ambulance, policemen and a few kids. Now, whether it was stolen; as the police and ambos do not wish for the public to know that, that’s is how they spend their free time – which is a lot of the time, or whether the powers that be have done something about the joyriding, and so deleted my story as if to say “NOPE NEVER HAPPENED”. Neither would surprise me. Or, it could be a case of ‘changed minds’ re free image, infact, I would say that’s it, those image people are stupidly nazi. Stupid computer nerds, stupid photographers claiming to be “artists” please, every man and his dog wants to be a photographer. Point and shoot – it’s not hard. And, that reminds me the train in Gunnedah, used to come through and toot its horn willy nilly – I think they must do the same, either take their kids along for tooting fun, or they themselves are infact children who still get kicks tooting their hoon at people and generally being a nuisance “look at me, look at me, I am a train driver!!” We don’t care! By the way, here’s a good spot as ever, to mention; often in movies if someone’s in the need of medical attention, then call an ambulance. And so, because people are ‘brain washed’ by telly, I need to mention, there are numerous situations, where the ‘caller’ could simply drive the sick person to the hospital; much quicker to do that, even if an ambulance comes as fast as it can. Probably cheaper too. Not sure of the going rate of an ambulance trip? (Sometimes the ones on telly are even in the car, but they stop to call an ambulance, then wait – no sense at all)! Oh I should add, one time after the ambulance was sirening all up and down outside my house, it coincided when I had to then leave to go to the post office, and so I saw the ambulance on my way, and guess what, it wasn't a real ambulance, it was like an ambulance from the 80s, like an old ambulance car that they don't use any more as they have updated their squad, and obviously would've been sold to a member of the public - so I mean that's just as bad: some lunatic pretending to be an ambulance driver with sirens blazing - rack off you lunatic. Oh, and I did notice eventually the sirens correlated with every time I cooked a high fat roast for myself. Stupid SIGN PEOPLE. Besides, I render all the fat out in a slow cooker. I mentioned above this story was stolen, well, I've just discovered another story that was stolen, and I have no idea where I wrote that, so I'm just going to add it on here. Ambulance drivers / firefighters it's along the same lines; Back in the 70’s my family lived in on a farm at Limbri. The surrounding area was farmland and a bit of scrub. One day the family was returning from a family vacation down at Pretty Beach, we got to the top of the hill at Limbri, where we could look down and see our house. And the most extraordinary thing: the whole area around our house was completely black. The house was in the middle of a few paddocks, and all the paddocks had been burnt-out. In the centre was a green patch, and our house. Dad always kept the lawn watered and green when the river was flowing. And this very lawn protected our house from being burnt too. I did say in my previous story that the firefighters out there must be very good and had “saved” our house - but upon thinking about this further, I think it would be more the green lawn factor, rather than other people saving our house, but you never know…. The image above WAS from Queensland Ambulance, but due to the stupidly nazi computer nerds, I have replaced it with one of my fabric designs “Garden Nouveau Picnic Checks ” – it so happened this design was stolen off my PC too! So, this new design was my replacement design, from memory…….I really like this one, even though the title is a bit misleading, not Art Nouveau, not sure why I named it thus, maybe I just like it as much as I like Art Nouveau. 😁 Life Stories P5 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5(this) , LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9. LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia P3 Originally, I had another 5 pages showing photos of items stolen, but due to the fact that my website was too big, I’m going to condense all those photos into a collage. So, I found 45 photos of items stolen, and will try to fit them in on 1 page. And note, because it’s actually not normal to have so many items stolen, and one doesn’t normally take a photo of all ones items and possessions. It was a little difficult finding photos of things that have already been taken. So sometimes I went online and found replicas of exactly the same item that was taken, or found similar. But when I realised, I was being victimised and bullied in this manner, I realized after the police could not do anything about it (or would not due to disbelief), one of the ways I could tackle it was making public awareness, by showing photos of items that were stolen, indicating that this is real - it’s really happening. And so, at that point, I went round the house and videoed everything, so sometimes I get items captured on the video, and of course from that point on, everything I received in the mail, like little purchases from Ebay, which I frequently made back then. I always took a photo after unboxing. So now I have a whole big file of all my items and possessions. (Sooo fun to do that, thanks so mush bimbo thieves for wasting my time even further). I believe that answers ‘dingbats’ question from Agnes Water on FB, who back in 2018, was wondering how I obtained photos of items that were already stolen, and who believed that I was completely crazy and nuts and suffering from mental illness, (same as stupid police in Gunnedah and Gin Gin), rather than believe or understand that I was trying to do something about bullies who are stealing from me, and who still do steal from me, although somewhat reduced now due to the fact that I kick up a great big stink about it on social media and call the police names. I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT ME. (And those disbelievers, ultimately it is YOU who would have a mental health problem, I believe it’s called narcissism). One local here just stole my reading glasses (how many is that now? Oh only about 50!) – some bogan boy from across the road at no 108? – I think the mother goes and gets young boy to steal for her. Click image to go to my Google Photo Album of STOLEN ITEMS I have to do an extra special one next, because this involves items that have been returned, after they were stolen. Mothers who do not teach their child RESPONSIBILITY (suck) One day looking at my stolen items lists (792 items long since 2013), and I noted there were at least a dozen of my stolen items returned later. I found a photo of just one of those items, that bag. That bag , that I knit, (Intarsia), several years ago now, was stolen from me when I was in town with it one time, at Gunnedah. But, 3 months later it was returned to me, (filthy), and it actually had a train parcel ticket attached to it, as if it had come back by train (?). It was left at my dad’s house on the back veranda, I think since I was not there at the time. (Definatly stolen, not left on the veranda – for all you narcs). So, aside from that bag, I believe some of those items were returned to me, by a parent who knows that their child has stolen from me. So, they attempt to make up for it, by giving it back, or even giving me something else to compensate, or giving me money, in the way of my seed sales. But, while, it’s great to get stolen items back, I just want say that this is SHIT, this is a ‘shit’ way of handling a situation on behalf of that parent. It is ‘shit’ at my end too; as I don't know for sure who took it and when they took it, leaving me with considerable stress. And it is ‘shit’ at your child's end; you have to force your child to take RESPONSIBILITY. You have to make your child pay for the stolen item, and you have to make your child apologise in person, with possible explanation, so with thought applied. (you know, BRAIN THOUGHT - I can just imagine some mothers thinking 'oh well, that will be really hard for my child to do, and so I'll do it for them' - twits). So maybe after that ordeal for a child, they might think twice before doing it again to some other poor woman, or me again. So, why is it up to me to spell these things out to stupid bimbo mothers?? Step up government and make them do parenting class. later I discovered this had been stolen: Long and expensive fringe of glass beads, stolen (photo in the collage, top right) This long fringe of glass beads, long and expensive fringe of glass beads, was stolen right off my shelf in my craft room, where I had placed it, back at the house at Rangari. It probably would've been stolen one of those days when I drove over to Bunnings, only to return and find the power had been switched off, all the clocks flashing and items missing. 2016/17 or so. Glassbead fringe was a real treat for me to purchase, I had always wanted to be able to purchase some. Even if my end use back then was still yet undetermined . Maybe I was thinking chair or footstool trim….. I hope the person who stole it gets cancer and dies. I've had many craft items taken from my house, I always suspected Emma Finlayson because she was Heath Barwick's friend: whenever Heath Barwick fucked up she would come to his rescue. She was kind of like a big bully who sewed and did crafts. But I don't really know who it was, I can only speculate. It could have been Rachael Wainberg’s sister, infact more likely to be her, as I later suspected she was involved in all the stealing at Bunnings too, - after stalking me on and off for 20 years. She is NUTS. But then I later discovered I had, still have, Australian retail dogs stalking me, I think they are from when I worked at BONDS?; finding products for me to purchase, and in turn stealing products from me, like this fringe - products that they think I will not need, and think they have the right to just take. EXTREME NUTS. When I had moved from Rangari into Peter Longs cottage, I thought I would be staying there for quite some time, so I thought I should do a lovely stained-glass picture on the front door. I had even found a glass door at the tip shop for $5, so as not to change the existing rental one. I had purchased the paints too. Plus, I had drafted a good design in Art Nouveau style. Course, then I had to move; my plan went out the window. I took both the door and paint with me, maybe I thought, on the next place…..little did I know what ugliness was instore for me. When I was at Gin Gin, (move no 5), I realised I would never be able to do my stained-glass door. The door went back to the tip, and I thought I should sell my paints: I was looking at my paints again, because this particular brand was a really good one, and they had different variations of kits and colours, I was trying to find out what kit I had to name it. I noticed that 2 of the paint jars had been swapped over. I just know this would NOT have been a mistake by the manufacturer, this would've been the stupid blonde who steals craft items from my house. She has swapped over 2 of the “good” colours for 2 of the more mundane colours - what a little thieving dog - the epitome of female foolishness. Now, I'm sure I've written about this before?...could not find it, but I want to make a point: this “stealing dog”, she targets me, she steals from me, she doesn't steal from some other person, who, you know, maybe is really rich, or is not even a very nice person! She targets me, she has a specific grudge against me for whatever reason - I have no idea what, as I don't even know who? As far as I know I don't even have any enemies, certainly back then at any rate {I didn't have a blog back then!!} Thieving bullies HATE to be “named and shamed” – especially narcissistic ones. (HA) Anyway, so I kind of had to laugh because this thieving girl stole from me, but as I was selling the paints, it would not affect me, but it would affect the next girl who purchased them, - and I feel like this stalking pervert thief, saw, that some other woman, possibly a mother (!), would purchase them and she would lose on the 2 good colours, so, not me, she had inadvertently “picked on” and “bullied” some other woman. She had “victimized” some other poor innocent woman. Like I really felt at the time, this unknown thief, finally felt guilty. So now in retrospect it must have been Rachael Wainberg’s sister – my then LANDLORD, and possibly her accomplice, her friend, also a stalker, Winifried O’herr. So, I have no idea why Rachel Weinberg sister would have issues with me, why she would follow me around like a dog, and why she would steal from me. I didn't really know her, I only knew her through my friend Rachel, as they lived together when Rachel and I were friends, down at North Sydney, while I was studying- as I've mentioned before on my blog. Maybe she thought I was really rich, and that entitles her to steal from me?? I have no idea what goes through her stupid little bimbo blonde head. 45. All the food that I grew in the Rangari garden near Gunnedah – on bore water – the “Great Artesian Basin” That Steve Carter, Peter Long, Heath Barwick and all the people of Gunnedah and certain medias Stole from me (no convictions) Achillea filipendulina – Yarrow Allium schoenoprasum – Chives Allium tuberosum - Garlic Chive Almond – ‘Self Pollinating’ Alpinia caerulea – Australian Ginger Alternanthera sissoo – Brazilian Spinach Apium graveolens - Pink Celery Apple – ‘Cox’s Orange Pippin’ – Malus domestica Apple – Dwarf ‘Tropic Sweet’ Apple - Dwarf ‘Tropical Anna’ Apple ‘Fuji’ – Malus pumila Miller var. domestica Apple ‘Royal Gala’ Apricot - Prunus armeniaca Apricot ‘Blenheim’ - Prunus armeniaca Apricot ‘Moorepark’ – Prunus armeniaca Apricot ‘Story’ - Prunus armeniaca Arrowroot - Canna indica var. edulis Asparagus officinalis – Asparagus ‘Mary Washington’ Austromyrtus dulcis x tenuifolia - Copper Tops Bean ‘Flageolet Flagrano’ – Phaseolus vulgaris ‘Flagrano’ Bean Cherokee Wax Black Currant - Ribes nigrum Blackberry - Common – cross of many Blue Curled Kale – Brassica oleracea var sabellica Bok Choi, Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis Borage – Borago officinalis Boysenberry X of: Ribes idaeus Brassica juncea - Yukina Brassica oleracea var sabellica Brazilian Tree grape - Myrciaria cauliflora Broadbean ‘Long Pod’ Broccoli ‘Di Cicco Early’ - Brassica oleracea var. italica Broccoli Green Sprouting Calabrese Cabbage 'Red Acre' Cabbage 'Sweet Prime’' Cajanus cajan syn. Cajanus indicus Capparis spinosa sp inermis – Thornless Caper Bush Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Alma Paprika’ Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Californian Wonder’ Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Orange Bell’ Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Yellow’ Carissa macrocarpa- Natal Plum Carob - Ceratonia siliqua Carpobrotus edulis - Pigface Carrot ‘St Valery’ – Daucus carrota Carrots ‘ All Seasons’ Carrots ‘ check label’ Carrots ‘Early Nantes’ Casimiroa edulis - White Sapote Cauliflower ‘Snowball’ - Brassica oleracea var. botrytis Cauliflower 'Purple' Centella asiatica - Gotu Kola Chamaecytisus prolifer – False Lucerne Tree Chenopodium album – Fat Hen Cherry – ‘Pretty Gully’ Cherry ‘Lapins’ - Prunus avium Chestnut - Castanea sativa Chia - Salvia hispanica Chilean Guava - Ugni molinae Chilli ‘Habenero’ Chinese Radish 'Red Meat' - Raphanus sativus Common Mallow - Malva neglecta Coriandrum sativum – Coriander (every year) Corn, Sweet, ‘Hawaiian’, Eden seeds - Zea mays convar. saccharata var. rugosa Cornus mas – Cornelian Cherry, Diggers (2009) Cos Lettuce and Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis Cow Pea – Vigna unguiculat Creeping Thyme - Thymus serpyllum coccineus Cucumber – Cucumis sativus ‘Lebanese’ Cucumber Green Gem Cymbopogon flexuosus – Lemon Grass Cyphomandra betacea – Tamarillo or Tree Tomato Daikon – Raphinus sativus acanthiformis Dandelion - Taraxacum officinale Dill –Anethum graveolens Dolichos lablab - Purple Hyacinth Bean Dutch Cream Seed Potato - Solanum tuberosum Dwarf Pea ‘ Blue Bantam’ Eggplant ‘Early Long Purple’ -Solanum melongena Elderberry - Sambucus nigra Eletaria cardomum – Cardomom Eugenia aggregata- Cherry Of The Rio Grande Existing red grape Fagopyrum esculentum – Buckwheat Feijoa sellowiana - Pineapple Guava Fennel ‘Florence’ – Foeniculum vulgare dulce Ficus macrophylla - Moreton Bay Fig Fig - Ficus carica - Common Fig French Sorrel - Rumex scutatus Garden Cress - lepidium sativum Garden Thyme - Thymus vulgaris Grape – Vitis vinifera cultivar, ‘Centennial Seedless Large Early White’ Horseradish - Armoracia rusticana Hovenia dulcis - Japanese Raisin Tree Hyacinth Bean - Dolichos lablab Hylocereus undatus - Dragon Fruit Pearl Hyssop – Hyssopus officinalis Ipomoea aquatic - Water Spinach or Kangkong Jerusalem artichoke - Helianthus tuberosus JostaBerry – Ribes x nidigrolaria Juniperus communis - Juniper berry Juniperus taxifolia var lutchuensis – Lutchuensis Juniper Kaffir Lime - Citrus hystrix Khol Rabi - Brassica oleracea Kohlrabi - Brassica oleracea Laurus nobilis – Bay Tree Lemon ‘Meyer’- Citrus limon Lemon Balm – Melissa officinalis Lemon Tree -Citrus limon, cutting from Eureka Lemon Tree ‘ Myer’-Citrus limon Lettuce ‘Cos’ Lettuce ‘Imperial’ Lilly Pilly Lime ‘Tahitian’ - Citrus latifolia Linum marginale - Native Flax Linum usitatissimum - Common flax Loganberry - Rubus loganobaccus Macadamia tetraphylla - Macadamia Mango Kensington Pride (known as Bowen) Marion berry - Rubusx“Cabernet of Blackberries” Melissa officinalis – Lemon Balm Melissa officinalis – Lemonbalm Mentha - Common Mint Orange ‘Washington Navel’ Monstera deliciosa – Fruit Salad Plant Mulberry - Morus nigra, Black Murraya koenigi - Curry Tree Mustard, White Nasturtium ‘Tom Thumb Black Velvet’ – Tropaelum minus, seed eBay, (2014) Nectarine ‘Emillie’ - Prunus persica Nectarine ‘May Grand’ Nepeta mussinii – Cat Mint Nettle - Urtica dioica Ocimum basilicum - Thai Basil Ocimum basilicum minimum – Basil ‘Minette’ Onion ‘Cream Gold’ Allium cepa Onion ‘Red Stem Welsh’ – Allium fistulosum Onion Lockyer Gold Onion Pukekohe, long keeper (allium cepa) Onion Russian Onion Strigunovsky Onion Stuttgart Long Keeper Orange Tree ‘Lanes Late’ Orange Tree ‘Leng Navel’ Orange Tree ‘Seedless Valencia’ Orange Tree ‘Washington Navel’ Pak Choi green Passiflora exoniensis - Exoniensis Passionflower Passiflora mollissima - Banana Passionfruit Passionfruit ‘Nellie Kelly’ Passiflora edulis Pea - Greenfeast Peach ‘Anzac’ - Prunus persica Peach ‘Suncrest’,Semi Dwarf -Prunus persica Peacharine - (nectarine x peach) Peanut ‘Virginia’ – Arachis hypogaea Pear ‘Williams Bon Chretien’ – Pyrus communis Pear Tree ‘Sensation’ Petroselinum crispum – Parsley, Curled seed, GP (2009) Phytolacca americana - American pokeweed Pigeon Pea – Cajanus cajan syn. Cajanus indicus Pinus pinea - Stone Pine Plum ‘KingBilly’ – Prunus domestica Plum ‘Angelina’ - Prunus domestica Plum ‘Mariposa’ - Prunus domestica Plum ‘Satsuma’ - Prunus domestica Plum cot – (plum x apricot) Polygonum odoratum – Vietnamese Mint Potatoes – ‘Dutch Cream’ Potatoes – ‘Nicola’ Potatoes – ‘Spunta’ Potatoes - crisp Psidium cattleianum - Strawberry Guava Psidium guajava – Cream Guava Punica granatum – Pomegranate Purple Podded Bean - Dolichos lablab Purslane - Portulaca Quinoa - Chenopodium quinoa Radicchio 'Palla Rossa' Raspberry - cross of many species in the Rubus genus mainly in the subgenus Idaeobatus Raspberry "Heritage" Raspberry “Tulllameen” Red Aztec Spinach - Chenopodium berlandieri ssp. nuttaliae, Red Currant - Ribes rubrum Red Onion – ‘Early Californian Red’ Red Shallots (10 Bulbs) - Allium cepa Rhodomyrtus tomentose - Ceylon Hill Gooseberry Ribes x nidigrolaria – Jostaberry Rose Apple – Eugenia jambos, (formally Syzygium) Rosmarinus officinalis – Rosemary Rosmarinus officinalis 'Prostratus' Rubus idaeus – Raspberry ‘Tulameen’ Rue – Ruta graveolens Rumex crispus - Yellow Dock. Similar acting to Dandelion Saffron Crocus Salvia officinalis – Sage Santalum acuminatum – quangdong Santalum spicatum Shallot ‘PicadorF1’ Sichuan Pepper - Zanthoxylum piperitum Snake Vine - Vigna unguiculata Snow Pea ‘Yakumo’ - Pisum sativum Soy Bean Ebay Spaghetti Squash Spinach ‘Monnopa’ – Spinacia oleracea Spondias cytherea or Spondias dulcis – Ambarella Sprouts – not sure what, possibly fenugreek Squash ‘White Scallop’ - Cucurbita pepo Strawberries – Fragaria x Ananassa Sweet Corn ‘Hawaiian’ Sweet Marjoram – Origanum majorana hortensis Tansy – Tanacetum vulgare Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis Thornless Loganberry - Rubus loganobaccus (R. idaeus 'Red Antwerp' blackberry x R.ursinus - Raspberry) Tomato - Lycopersicon esculentum – ‘Brandywine’ Tomato - Lycopersicon esculentum -‘Roma’ Tulip ‘Negrita’ – Tulipa sp, GEblack plastic pot, keeps moving around dead Turmeric / Tumeric - Curcuma domestica Unknown tuber – prob ginger edible? Vaccinium corymbosum – Highbush Blueberry ‘Blue Rose’ Vanilla - Vanilla planifolia Vigna radiate - Mung Bean Viola labradorica Watercress – Nasturtium aquaticum Watermelon ‘Cream of Saskatchewan’ – Citrullus lanatus Watermelon ‘Moon and Stars’ - Citrullus vulgaris White Currant- Ribes glandulosum Witloof Yacon - Smallanthus sonchifolius Yarrow Achillea Yukina - Savoy Cabbage- Brassica juncea Zucchini ‘Black’ - Cucurbita pepo Zucchini ‘GreenSkin’ - Cucurbita pepo Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia p3 NEXT Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari P1 , P2, P3

Is there a list of Sadistic Doctors and Dentists in Australia? I would like to name and shame a few that I have had personal experience with. I know there is an organized network, akin to paedophiles, people who get thrills from inflicting pain on other people / animals. But I guess I’m out of the loop. I now record all Doctor / Pathology etc with BodyCam - Gunnedah pathology GRH, stupid zombie bitch) Not to mention recently - Dr. Norman Sadick and 2 Dental assistants (1 was NEGS girl by Mia Life Stories P11 Rosey Tulip Violet Lil 1. She who spoils her cat the most, wins In 2000 I adopted a rescue cat who was found abandoned in a building site, Mia, I named her. A cute little tabby kitten. I was planning on getting Mia desexed, the book said to wait till she was six months old, so I waited and, in the meantime, there was a bit of a cat raucous outside on the farm, I quickly stuck my head out only to see this GINORMOUS Tom cat strut off and few weeks later my poor little young Mia was suddenly fat and expecting. So, I’m thinking maybe four or five months, not six months! But actually, this little oversight was the best thing that ever happened, I was able to keep 3 of the kittens, (Rosie, Lil and Violet) and give the other 4 away. (They weren’t all female, but a farmer neighbour came over and inspected them, and told me “They’re all girls!” - ahh, country bumpkin neighbours!!) So, I had 4 cats with me on the farm, which were great company, and it was a privilege having them around and looking after them, plus I could get roo meat for $3/kg, so affordable too. In 2006 a 5th cat came into my care, it was either death or be saved by me, so I opted to save him, and he was a small wild ferocious cat. I named him Tulip, it took some years but eventually he stopped biting and scratching me. I’m not entirely sure he makes a great companion cat, when compared to my others… but I still like having him around. They loved my garden, and loved watching me create it. I had some fun making them a great big huge carpeted cat tower, which they all loved and would regularly use, climb up on, infact if you have cats, having a cat tower for them inside somewhere where they can sit high up, is an absolute must. I made a few other things like cat fury little houses, but they weren’t too impressed with those, they really only liked the high cat tower with large carpeted shelves, and the big ones - it’s surprising how many cat products there are that don’t have big enough shelves for the cat to fully lay out, and stretch out in a comfy relaxed manner. One of their favourite toys was a peacock feather. I had peacocks at one point, and they invariably dropped the odd feather, I would pick them up and drag them behind me, kind of waving the head around, and the cats absolutely loved this, they would follow me, chase after me, and try and get the feather head as I walked along, bobbing it around on the ground, it was their most favourite thing to do, and definitely heightened their hunting instincts. I even managed to get Violet to come out from under the bed where she lived 24/7, such a scared little runt, and I think after playing with her, she managed to catch a skink! I have to mention about the wildlife, I had heaps of skinks on the farm, literally there were 100’s of them, and I had a habitat going on for them so they could hide from the cats, hollow logs, rocks and the such. When my cats were at their young height of voracious hunting, I made a point of feeding them every morning, then unlatching the Catflap door, so they could come and go as they please, and then feeding them again in the evening before dusk, and when they’re all inside eating, I shut the latch on the catflap door, so they had to stay inside at night. But during the day they could wander around the garden and go hunting if they wished. It seemed to work really well, only sacrificing a little wildlife, plus still allowing them the use of their wild instincts. I see cats on Pinterest today, that are not allowed outside, they are indoors only. I feel so bad for these little pussycats, because I know their heart will be getting wrenched out of their bodies, by not being able to go outside into nature. Although my brother had a cat, and he lived in the city, and it was allowed outside, and it got run over and killed. He thinks his neighbour did it deliberately. So, I’m thinking if you lived in the city, it would be worth fully enclosing a backyard, so your cats can go outside into the garden, not just a cat run, but enclosing the whole garden. That’s what I would I do. In my new location, in suburbia, if I see a cat out wondering at night, I feel sorry for it, because I know they aren’t from a ‘caring’ home. I have to mention, I was creating a large garden, and I would frequently have to walk around, checking trees, fixing tree guards, giving them a bottle of water, especially in the summertime, and my cats would always accompany me. Actually, Violet was still a little bit too scared to wander all the way down to the bottom of the paddock, but Mia, Lil, and Rosie would go walking with me all the time, they loved it, and for that brief time when I had to stay at dads in town, with only his quarter acre block, all fenced in - I could just sense them asking me “we want to go for a walk, we want to go for a walk!” Tulip is my last remaining cat today, 22 years later, he is blind and never hunts anymore. I miss the other 4. I would like to mention, 3 of my 5 cats died tragically, all preventable, one from the heat, another one from spot on flea/tick treatment (cancer), and another one from cancer; from eating of a hydrochloric acid cleaned floor. The other died naturally at age 18. But with all 4 deaths that I went through, with each one, I noted that there is a process they go through, a dying process, and as a result of observing what happens, in the death process, I definitely don’t recommend euthanasia. I mean there may be some pain that you may prevent, by doing that, but I feel euthanasia is mainly more for the owners benefit, as they don’t have to care for the pet as they die, because they do require extra care and TLC in that process. And when the time has really come, they usually make an appearance to say goodbye, then they will take their leave and find a quiet spot to hide and quietly depart. I watch a lot of YouTube cat videos, and I need to mention, on the rare occasion when one of my cats, maybe they jump off something and misjudge the landing, and crash – this is not something I would find amusing, I didn’t and still don’t laugh at my cat if maybe he does not see something and crashes into it, a rare thing. Not funny in my well sighted cats, and not funny in my blind cat. But they do do funny things, like I have just put a ramp up to my new raised bed, and Tulip instead of walking down, he has figured a new way to get down, and he kind of slides down on his 2 front paws, and walks his back legs! Funny Whereas, I have caught glimpses of YouTube videos with cat owners watching their cats, and when they fall, they stand there on camera and laugh hysterically at their poor cat, who sometimes, most likely would have a sore leg or something from the fall. I really can’t believe how thoughtless and careless most people really are. The pleasure they derive in somebody else’s misfortune is pathetic. I mean, is that the reason why you got cat or dog, so you can watch them hopefully fall and crash? Idiotic reason. Idiots. Also, by the way, if I see a posting on Pinterest, that exhibits any sort of cruelty, like if I see someone inflicting fear in an animal, or are making forced demands of their pet, like making them jump into a wall of unseen gladwrap, I always make some sort of comment to make my point clear about how I feel about that, sometimes I will go to the bother of blocking that person, or even reporting it (although under the list of reason to report, there is no Animal cruelty, wakey wakey Pinterest). But what I’ve noticed, is that I usually get a lot of likes for the comment, from the rest of the public, but nobody else makes such comments. I think everybody is trying to “play nice”, (not rock the boat, maybe they don’t want to get banned!) that’s how people get away this bad sometimes fully ignorant behaviour. Speak up. 2. Spot on Flea Tick Treament causes Mast Cell Tumors - Cancer Mast cell tumours are a type of skin cancer that can kill your pet like what happened to my cat Lil and Mia. My other younger cat Tulip was showing the tumour symptoms, but I stopped the application and his immune is still strong enough to fight the skin cancers. He is still alive. But today, (he is very old now) I felt one of the tumours on his back – a moment of weakness, probably from being out in the sun {when cats and dogs are old, they cannot tell when their body overheats from being in the sun, especially of they have eyesight issues; can’t see if they are lying in the sun, rather than under a bush in the shade – you physically need to keep an eye on them and move them when the sun moves.} so, Tulip recovered, and is still going strong. But, about Spot-on, it is really true and I would not risk any brand of spot-on treatment at all. I did get a vet biopsy to confirm Mast Cell Tumours. To treat tick paralysis; mix a small (very small) amount of garlic in cats dinner. If it has tick paralysis, this will cure it, as it cured my tulip completely. If you give your cat too much garlic, he will have a heart attack and die. In NSW, ticks are not much of a problem, so it is fine, but in in Queensland, whole other story, Tics are rampant and ferocious, actually I don’t recommend you even own a cat or dog if you live in Queensland - which is very sad and unfortunate. Queensland is just not conducive to cats or dogs, and the treatment that vets give to treat ticks, causes cancer, so it is a no-win situation for cats and dogs who are allowed to romp outside. And well, keeping a pet indoors only, for me, really falls under the cruel category. They are here to experience nature. Also, I’ve written about this before, but for some reason it has disappeared; if you see a tick on your cat, STOP, don’t do anything, because if you just grab it and pull it off -you’ll leave the head in the body, which is bad because it may become infected, and is really hard to get out. So what you do if you come across a tick, is go and get some tea tree oil. Tea tree oil is really potent and strong, and if you just dab a little bit on the tick, with a cotton tip, then the tick gets a little bit shocked, and stunned, then at that moment, you just grab it and pull it out, use tweezers. Then the whole thing will come out easily. This is what I did when I saw a tick on my cat and it worked a treat. There is a train of thought (or just some wishful thinking chemical company girl’s opinion) that my cats in particular were targeted by bully IT Nerds from the Netherlands in Holland, because they heard me bitching one day about some stupid thieving dog, and assumed I was talking about them. They are “not right” in the head. I don’t personally know any IT nerds at all, let alone ones from the Netherlands. So, this was their revenge; to kill my cats. Can you please tell me how much more stupid and idiotic people are? Btw, ebay said they were from the Netherlands. It could have been ebay staff, there are some stupid ones on there. In Australia, a common cause of death is heat stress, specially with older cats, they tend not to realise that they're sitting in the sun, and it can get 40+ degrees. BTW, one of my cat developed hypothyroid issues at age 6 months, (he was half staffed as a Kitten when I found him), he's had it his whole life, I haven't done anything, except his diet consists of local raw kangaroo meat and occasionally a raw egg yolk - He eats an extraordinary amount, (more than the other four cats combined) plus he drinks a fair amount of water. This has been his routine for the past 17 years, he's still going strong albeit looking like a bit of a walking skeleton for the past 4 years, but he is still with clarity. I'm glad you mentioned the food bit, really you can't purchase prepackaged pet food at all, you have to give them fresh meat from the butcher for optimum health. I should mention that my cats ate very well because I could get kangaroo mince for $3.20kg. - and they absolutely loved this, they were so healthy. It went up to $3.50 after 10 years - still very affordable for me. But this ended when I moved to Queensland; I could not get kangaroo meat at all at some places, and then if I could it was up to and or over $10 a kilo, with some places charging $18 a kilo. ABSURD. My poor remaining 1 little pussycat who’s only had good quality kangaroo meat his whole life, suddenly had to change his diet, (to raw chicken), plus now he costs me at least $20kg, and then some, plus here, I have to purchase kitty litter, as he refuses to go outside any more after an encounter with a python. So my cat actually costs more than me, a fortnight to eat and maintain. I definitely don’t recommend having pets if you live in Queensland. Oh, and my cousin's cat had the same hypothyroid condition, and she said that she had to take her cat to the vet and there was a treatment that cost a lot of money, involving injections every day. I think it was $50 a week for the rest of its life, an extraordinary amount of money. After 12mnths, she ended up putting her cat down. (I don't know whether it didn't make any difference, or it was too expensive, or she could not manage the daily syringes, but I know that a vet (big pharma), will want to make as much money from you as possible regardless if it is necessary or works. If you just stick to a raw healthy meat diet, you can't go wrong. Someone suggested nat mur to treat hypothyroid, and that is only $12, whether it works, I do not know. 3. We all need the Right Nutrition from the Womb Now, I’m going to put up a little story here, because with all my postings of the items that have been stolen or situations that I’ve talked about on the Internet publicly, I keep going on about the bloody female dogs that harass me, I find them such a big part of my life, as they follow me about everywhere I go, and no one talks about it and a lot of people do not seem to understand what I’m talking about or do not want to know, but after years of thinking about what makes a bimbo act in a stupid non thinking way, I now know. (And I know, you know, what I am talking about) – that kind of absent-minded chitchat that a lot of girls seem to enter into. So, amongst other things, I believe this loss of focus, is caused from a lack of nutrients, and not because maybe they are hungry or they skipped dinner, I’m talking about from the very beginning, in the womb. If the mother wasn’t getting enough to eat back then, or enough of the needed essential nutrients, then that causes slight brain development problems. I’ve come to this conclusion from observing a litter of seven cats from birth to death . What I noticed is that the firstborn cat (Lil) was an outstanding hunter, fully aware, and very precise and clever in his tactics, he was also naturally confident and outgoing (and I’m pretty sure he had a sense of humor!) he was intelligent and not reflective. Then what I noticed was that each cat after that, (so, the next born, then the next…) was a little bit like that, but a little bit less so, and by the time you got down to the seventh cat, her personality was quite the opposite of the firstborn very shy, very timid, very scared, quiet reflective, especially in her older years, and not outgoing at all, infact she never ventured outside for the first 4 yrs of her life, and obviously, at first when she was born, she was very tiny. Now, I have to point out, the mother was a stray Tabby rescue cat, and as far as I was concerned, she was going off to the vets at six months old to be desexed, so at age of 5 months when she started getting a bit fat, I actually thought, in my naïveté, that she was putting on weight and I cut back her food, which turned out to be a huge mistake, as she was pregnant, so the first cat inline inside her uterus got the most food, and the poor one at the end would have been starved (Violet). (I soon discovered she was pregas and increased her food), and after the kittens were born, I fed all the cats very well, they had lean kangaroo meat twice a day, and expensive type of biccies that I’m hoping were all good (I know the cheaper types are terrible, you may as well be feeding them cardboard). Violet btw, went on to be big, and she outlived all her siblings!! I would say mainly due to her sedentary lifestyle (19yrs). Now, I thought well, you know, maybe that’s how it is for a cat, but a human who doesn’t carry seven but instead just one at a time, maybe different, but after thinking and observing people, some more over the years I’ve decided it’s exactly the same. You may need to think about that last statement. I have known plenty of 3rd borns who think they are smarter than their first born sibling! (they think it!!) Also, I want to quickly mention old age in cats. All 4 of my cats, who shared the same mother; when it was ‘their turn’, the process was very dignified and graceful; quick, peaceful, relatively unpainful - compared to my other 1 cat from a different family. In his old age, he was probably what I would consider, what most people, pet owners, would NOT tolerate at all: he needed constant care, he was forever missing the litterbox and going to the toilet on the floor, his diet changed to extremely fussy and expensive, with huge increase in appetite due to illness, so considerably costly as well as time costly - I did not mind paying for him and looking after him in anyway, but I know most people would not have the tolerance, time or patience to do this. So, I believe this old age cat problem, was because he was from a different family, one that did not have proper nutrition, which is why he had these old age problems. BTW, Tulip was of sound mind right all the way to the very end. SO, I think this might apply to humans as well, if you want to eliminate dementia you need to get peoples genetics improved through proper nutrition, starting from the womb, and not just for that lifetime but for many over many lifetimes until eventually the jeans will be good. I personally can't believe there isn't more gene selection going on in my time, possibly it will happen in the future but good genetics are vital to having a good healthy life; why would you to meet with someone who has so many problems to pass on to a beloved child? I see people do this, they put no thought or heed into this fact, they just are blind with ‘love at first sight’, should I say ‘lust at first sight’. {I see OTHER people do this, I note I certainly did not do this in my lifetime!} Having said that, and thinking that I have figured everything out, and everything comes down to nutrition, and good food; when Tulip was close to the time, I was giving him a shower, because he really stank, he managed to start lying in his urine, and right at the end he also had a bit of constipation - when I was cleaning him, something fell out of his rectal area, and apparently they can suffer from anal drop, but I think I saw, because the shower was on, so it all washed away pretty quickly, but I think I saw a rubber band? I can't be entirely certain, but if tulip had a rubber band caught in his internal organs, from eating it when he was a starved kitten before I got him, this may explain his eating problems; like I have mentioned he would eat more than the other four cats combined, he seemed to have very odd eating and digestion system, and remain skinny his whole life, was very active, plus he drank a lot of water - excessive amounts of water, and it may all be related to that rubber band, and not genetics at all!! He reminds me of me! This was my late child hood: big eater, very active and loved water, drinking heaps and swimming in it! By the by, Spot on Flea/Tick treatment causes Mast Cell Tumors (cancer) and will reduce the number of years your cat lives. 4. Cat Stories - To bath or not to bath. You will find this tedious if you are not a Rampant Cat Fan When I first got my cat Mia, I thought she should be bathed every few months or so, and so did this in a big cement trough. After she had kittens, I continued also to bath them. One day when I had violet sitting in the large cement trough, the water came up to her neck, she was very placid, although did not enjoy a bath, suddenly I saw her whole head was covered with some thing moving, and upon looking closer, I was so appalled, she had fleas, all the fleas had climbed up to her head, there were hundreds of them, crawling over every single milimeter of her face, her nose, her mouth, her eyes. So happened that I was able to get hold of some stuff from the vet the following day and treated them all, and it so happened that I was moving that day to a farm at Bulga, so it worked out, we could leave the fleas and flea infected house behind us. (That house (yard) was infested with rabbits, that’s why there were so many fleas) I think any bathing that I had done before, obviously didn’t make a difference to fleas, and it wasn’t long after that when I decided that they probably did not actually need to be bathed, and have never bathed any of my cats since. But I do notice now, that I get dust mites if I don’t wash the sheets every week or so, and I suspect this might be from the cat, the last remaining one, Tulip. But I’m still not going to bath him, I just don’t think he would like it, he’s very clean, anyway, he always licks himself clean. I don’t really like doing things that cats don’t like to do - they know what they want, and what they need. Forcing an animal to do something it doesn’t want to do is usually the wrong thing to do anyway. I did try a cat collar on one of my cats once, when I was in Melbourne, and gee! I don’t think so - the poor little thing, he didn’t know what to do, he started walking backwards!! Plus, my neighbour told me that she got a cat collar with a bell to protect the birds, but then she saw her cat put his paw over the bell when he was stalking the bird, so the bird won’t hear it! How about that for smarty pants! Of course, I’ve mentioned not to use flea and tick spot on treatment on your cats because it causes tumours, so if I had of known that I’m not sure what I would’ve done back then, (it was 2000), maybe a big strong dose of garlic would’ve worked? Or maybe just 1 application of SpotOn is ok? One day at Bulga, back in 2002, it was the middle of the day, hot, my cat Mia came inside and she was absolutely dripping water from head to foot. Saturated. I couldn’t believe it. Where had she been? What had happened? We were in the middle of a drought! So, I asked her! And she started kind of pacing, going meow! meow! Like she wanted to tell me what was going on, what happened, but she couldn’t, she was definitely worked up about it, and I can only guess what happened, a possibility of 4 things; about 50m up the paddock was a well/bore, which was covered with a board, so possibly, maybe, she got underneath it somehow, and fell in, then manage to clamber out again, it could’ve been at least a 30 foot drop down into the water, plus it was 50m up the paddock, and when she came in the house, she came in dripping wet still, literally the floor was a puddle of water around her, so I think it was too far from the house for it to be the well. The other possibility was the cement water tank near the porch, maybe she fell in the manhole, for some strange reason it did not have a cover on it. But how she would’ve got out of a cement tank that was half full of water, I am not sure. it would’ve been absolutely impossible, I think, and if she did get out, no wonder she was so worked up, because it would’ve been incredibly difficult for her to climb up the cement wall and then over to the opening, in fact I don’t know how that would’ve even been possible. She would’ve used up one of her nine lives if that was the case. The third possibility; there was a trough for the cattle near the well, maybe she fell in the trough, but I don’t see why she would get her whole body wet if she fell in the trough, she would’ve just got her feet wet, but maybe she slipped, and her whole body fell into the trough – but again, 50m up the paddock, she would have dried off some, plus probably stopped to lick herself. 4th possibility, someone kidnapped her and wet her. (But I don’t really think it was that?) It was a mystery then, and it still is a mystery, and often I think how on earth she got dripping wet in the middle of nowhere where there was a drought on. The photo above was when she suddenly sat right at the gate, down the bottom of the garden one day, I looked at her and thought how typical a cat she was, that was such a cat thing to do, now she is like all the other cats. Now she is normal like all the other cats. I believe that was when she got cancer; from the hydrochloric acid cleaning chemicals on the floor, where she ate her biccys off the floor. The cancer sat there dormant in her cell till some years later later when she died from it. Poor Mia. (not that I did, but if you smoke - you can’t smoke inside, with a cat indoors – special message). Arshole young boy Wikipedia admin 5. Country Feral non-thinking Tight Arse’s I want to mention here, the bad vibes that was created after the actions of a stupid country feral non-thinking tight arse idiot; One day when I was having a fine and dandy time paddling down the Namoi River on dads Kayak, (I just love how you can still find Weeping Willows on private property river edges – they are soooo gorgeous!). Anyway, I turned into a bend, and it was very eerie, I can’t quite explain it, just total bad vibes that I was picking up. I looked around to see if I could spot any problems, there over by the shore was a hessian bag. I paddled over, opened it up, and how awful and gruesome - a bag of rotting drowned kittens, no wonder I was picking up bad vibes. (Probably a slight smell in the air? but the birds had stopped chirping too.....) So, it seems I need to mention that you shouldn’t do this - bloody pay the $100 and get your cat desexed you non-thinking idiots – (and animal nazi haters.) (Actually, I personally believe council should be paying for cat/dog desexing anyway. Free desexing for wild life threats. I saw on the news, they invented a new cat trap, they are calling it a cat t rap, but it’s actually not a trap; it catches the cat and then sprays it with poison, and then the cat dies; Oh my god you stupid humans, all you had to do was put in free desexing program. Instead, you’ve chosen the cruel mass slaughter killing option. You complete idiots, and scientists with NO COMMON SENSE – get a brain.) 6. Cat Scratch with Anti Tetanus Story The cut is near my eyebrow; the red part is the infection just under the skin. I guess back in the olden days before antibiotics, they must’ve died from cat scratches? BTW, as well as prescribing Keflex which is an antibiotic, the Dr gave me a tetanus shot. That shot was definitely not necessary. Not only is it not necessary because the antibiotics will work just fine, but I developed this intense pain in the exact spot where the puncture was, and my whole arm was really sore, I was unable to lift it up past my waist, and it lasted for about 8 months. (I want to mention too, in this time I had to re-locate, so it was very difficult) Antibiotics will also do the job of fixing a really severe infection, so there’s no need for tetanus ever! Drs just like prescribing it because they like stabbing people with needles, but mostly, they get paid from drug companies who sell tetanus. In 2026 I came upon this story, and realised that I've omitted pretty much the most important part of this story. I guess the whole thing was extremely traumatic which is probably why. It involved my cat Violet, who I have written a story about on my blog: she's a very sweet shy little pussycat, she was the runt of the pack. She was the final of her siblings to remain alive. She, Tulip and I were living at Builyan, QLD. I am sure it wasn't much fun for my cats having to move but Violet seemed kind of happy; she seemed to be in her own element now that her siblings had died (!) she kind of came out of her shell! Actually, she was a really loud meower out there, I'm pretty sure the whole neighbourhood could hear her. I did have prowler problems out there, and I think Violet saw the intruders, and it kind of changed her a little: it was literally like she was being really vocal and was trying to tell me about the next day - but of course she could not. (Later somebody told me that it was the police who were prowling in my house while I was asleep?) there were 2 of them out there, Lisa Lynch and her husband {whose name I did not get and who I never met or saw}. But I had spoken to Lisa several times re the petty theft in the community. She did not believe me, and was jealous of my marble table top when she was in my kitchen one day. Anyway, I hated living at Builyan; the most horrid little hillbilly town, made up dysfunctional characters – dysfunctional in the bad sense, not the quirky sense. My neighbour, I had specific problems with, he was a young bachelor, whose wife had left him, and he had a teenage son living with him. {I suspect the real reason why the powers that be sent me to this bloody house out in the middle of nowhere was to expose this vile creature, and what he does, because he uses women on a metaphysical level and his extremely rude and disrespectful -in fact I've encountered other women in the community who won't even come near me if they know that he is lurking around such as his wilful and disgusting hate of women nature. But, so, finally, I could leave. I was able to get out of my lease and leave after four months instead of six months. Now Violet, who never goes outside, ever, still relatively shy, suddenly disappears out the crack in the flyscreen door an hour before I was set to do my final trip over the range, to leave for good. I was so annoyed, so exhausted by then. I thought I'll just have leave then come back early tomorrow. So, in the meantime, I sent a notice to the local group on Facebook: my cat was missing and to keep a lookout for her. The following morning, I peered inside the back laundry, and there she was asleep. I was so pleased, I went over to her, put my hand on her back to wake her, and OH MY GOODNESS, this reaction I got from her, was OUT OF THIS WORLD - it was unbelievable. She was hysterical. She full on attacked me, she scratched my head my face, my eye, my cheek. Then she went for my hand, as my hand was trying to calm her down, she bit into the side of my thumb, and would not let go. And she was biting really hard, plus kind of snorting in fear and terror. I had to use all my force and gentle persuasion to calm her down, kind of into my body. When I realised she wasn't going to release her grip; luckily, I had my bag over my shoulder, which was leather, so I kind of managed to get it off my shoulder and down to my thumb, and shoved it into her mouth alongside my thumb, and she was able to bite on the leather instead of my hand. So, all of this took some time, and I could barely see at this point because of my eye, it was starting to swell wand was weeping madly. Violet was still kind of hysterical for at least another 15 minutes. So, then I gathered her and my bag still up and went out to the car, it was still early and there was no one arounds. I was just very alarmed wondering what on earth happened to her during the course of the night and how did she get back inside, who found her, and what happened? I thought it best just to leave that awful place, Violet was still crying in the car, and cried the whole hour trip back over the range. She recovered in her new environment, sensing she was out of danger. That’s when I got a chance to look at myself in the mirror. Total mess. I left for Agnes water Dr straight away. Had to have antibiotics – Keflex/Cefalexin. I put that, as they worked. Now, I might try Backhousia citriodora, Kunzea, and a mass intake of garlic. {Cats and humans have been around for 1000’s of years – something must work….} The only thing I noticed later about Violet was that she suddenly had a phobia to bath towels; every time I came near her with my towel, like out of the shower, she'd flip out and become really scared. I can only assume that someone covered her with a towel. I suspect something absolutely horrible happened to Violet. Her reaction just wasn't normal. I don't think scars left from a traumatic “catch” experience would be enough to warrant her hysteria. And I was telling someone else what happened, and she thinks that one of those vile creatures, possibly the neighbour, has violated her sexually, raped her. Utter evil disgustingness who needs a bullet to the ear. THE UGLY TRUTH PLANE. Builyan in the Gladstone area has a population of about 50. I want to add, here in 2026, at my current new address, the local young men verbally harassed me all week at night – they had a bonfire going in their back garden, which backs down to my place. Probably alcohol and marijuana goings on – and the area was completely open, they could see clearly on to my front veranda, front door, probably in to my house, it was only 3m over the fence. So, they, over 3 or 4 nights, turned up the heater on my aquarium, and cooked my fish. So, there's absolute filth and disgust going on with young men in regional Queensland - which means filth and disgusting stupid mothers who raised them. Literal total retardation and backwardness, like barbaric behaviour from Neanderthal time. As I was writing this in the quiet of last night, a strange alarm went off, it was about 11:30pm: 3 short beeps. It sounded like it was coming from outside the window? It was quick so not entirely sure, but certainly NOT one of my appliance or devices. Later I saw I had left the ladder up to the roof, just outside my bedroom – that’s were it was coming from – PERVERTS. And in 2020, this was the story I wrote about how the ABC broadcaster, put the neighbours son on Gardening Australia – like rewarding bully behaviour. Plus, I saw the girl who worked in the shop there at Builyan on YouTube channel “Stuff” – seems to be a thing amongst dogs in the television industry to reward anyone who steals from me, or harasses me, or screws me over one way or another (all though I think that girl wants me to expose the neighbour – bloody bitches trying to use me). They sometimes give them new cars, like my current neighbours; they also gave them a ride on mower! So, after I make these negative accusations, I have dogs who “play sides” and try to save those criminal bully’s. They also do it by sabotaging me in some way, like putting sawdust in my mince, or water in my fuel tank, or discrediting me in some way, stalking me online, discrediting my comments, whole host of things they do – blondes do it. So that's what I have to look forward to over the coming few weeks: I'm sure something to suggest that my story is bullshit. When ofcourse, it is not, I stand by my words, I'm not going to be changing my story for popular opinion. I'm someone who can stick to my guns, I am not like most people in this respect, {all other people I have met will sell out to popular opinion}, but, even though I am currently being stalked by the QLD police (prob Lisa Lynch related) and have been given 3 speeding tickets… because I don't have friends or a ‘place of status’ in the community to lose, and plus they've killed all my pets, and I don't have any family: if anyone can stand up to these bully’s, it's me. One absolute huge plus of being rejected from society, a freedom in it. (There are some good ones I know, even ones that can see through bullshit dogs playing sides – not many but} OMG, just now, there’s those 3 beeps again, and I moved the ladder, so not on the roof??? Where is it, what is it?? -that was a problem at Builyan, someone put a beeping device somewhere, the police eventually herd it and did something about it. See copycat pervs all the time. I want to add re “prob Lisa Lynch related”: I saw the same police officer at Gladstone court, after they lost the court to me, where I got the ticket. Plus, I saw her again just before I got the ticket at Mackay. So, have her, and Lisa Lynch, and her husband all formed a little posse of “let's get Emily Bieman”? I mean does that sound familiar to me - IT SURE AS HECK DOES, it's exactly the same as in primary school when I had Miss Croft, Miss Tydd and Mrs Hill on my back; together they came up with that plan of “Let's get her into trouble and humiliate her". You know it's exactly the same thing! so weird! Is everything destined to just simply keep repeating like this? every bad thing that happens is going to happen again? Oh, this reeks of little arshole. You know today when I had to go down and post my letters, I put my camera on the speedo, so if they gave me another ticket I could prove that I wasn't speeding. They are a serious problem for me. What is it with these stupid women, rack off, get off my back you little monkeys. You know, this maybe a case of “repeating” a situation until I write about those 3 teachers, it’s like some little arse playing out this game, to expose them. Expose the “miss perfect women teachers“ as incompetent and flawed- it reeks of little boy evilness. Are you happy now? 7. Tulip, his Whiskers give me Whiskers This is Tulip, he is 16 now, and blind. The number of times where I have thought he was going to die has been at least nine times. The reason why I have thought this, is mainly due to his diet. I’ve had to switch over from my usual fresh kangaroo meat, which I could purchase for $3.50 a kilo in Tamworth, to now having to purchase in Queensland, commercial food as there is no fresh roo mince. I can assure you there are some highly dodgy pet food companies. The worst one being ‘gourmet delight’ packed for Safcol Australia, and made in Thailand. This one is truly revolting, making my cat very sick, repeatedly, and they still sell it, even after I told them it makes cats sick. Anyway, after this big ordeal, whiskers finally came up with a gravy meal that he likes, if I add some grated chicken breast with it, he likes it. He has this twice a day plus biscuits, plus some melted fat with chicken, and he still is a very tiny slight cat. When he was younger, going through what I call, his ‘teenage years’, he used to eat more than my other four cats combined, it was quite extraordinary how much food this little pussycat could consume, I suspect this is so, because he was near starved after he was born, and he probably came from a long line of stray cats that used to hang around the Gunnedah Tafe, who were also half starved, plus he was highly active, he used to be able to see, and he was a voracious hunter, hunting and wondering all day long. Although a little birdy told me, he eats so much because he has a medical condition, some sort of thyroid problem, there is a treatment but it costs $140per month, so obviously not something I can afford, considerably cheaper to feed him 3 times as much as he ought to be consuming at his age. Anyway, the main point of why I’ve done this story up, is because I’ve noticed now in winter, as he is so tiny, he comes inside to be warm. So he often comes up to me on my bed, and rubs his chin on my chin, but I’ve had to stop him from doing this because what happens, after he does this, my chin breaks out into little hairs, almost like whiskers!! And sometimes they get infected like an ingrown hair, it’s like his whiskers, give me whiskers. I just wanted to make a point of saying this is what happens, and it is not menopause. I was advised by a nurse who didn’t know, that I was NOT going through menopause. Not yet dearies!! Also I want to say, as hard as it is for me now in this tiny unit/motel room, it is just as hard for Tulip. Poor little tulip is suffering as much as I am, he’s come from this beautiful quiet peaceful tranquil garden, where he had all his hidy ‘spots’ worked out, he knew how many steps from the bushes to the cat flap inside, there were no pesty Bush Turkeys or neighbour cars. Now he frequently whinges to me because he’s got hardly any outside spots where he can relax, curl up and sleep for a few hours, and there is no space for him inside, plus he tells me it smells. Poor little Tulip, curse all the dogs. 8. Bank staff trying to UNEMPOWER customers The only good thing I have to say about Bundaberg, is that around that time I had to go to the bank, all the thousands of Murraya’s that had been planted several years ago, were now all in full flower, and the most amazing fragrance filled the entire citytown. Absolutely beautiful fragrance, divine. Bundaberg is the best smelling citytown, by far! {the town of Gladstone is truly the worst town that I’ve encountered in Australia thus far, worse than Gunnedah. It is a small city consisting of totally CORRUPT POLICE and councils, all the women in it are complete thieving bitches, they all hate each other and try to steal from one another, similar to Gunnedah, I guess. Mackay has CORRUPT POLICE too. I guess it’s a whole North QLD thing – the barbarians the further north you go}. So, the female dogs at Bundaberg Commonwealth bank are trying to UNempower me, - yes, they really tried, they came up with a whole plan. They did it by insisting I go into the bank to update my phone number, rather than do it over the phone or online (dogs) – then the tattooed girl in the Bundaberg bank, asked me to state my address while female thieves behind me in the cue and standing also near the counter would hear it, as soon as they heard it, they all up and left. So, at that point I was feeling really stupid for answering her question – maybe I should have written it on a piece of paper and handed it to her…..see, how they did it, the unempowerment. Fucked female tactics. All the girls were in my way on my way out. It’s like stealing by psychological means; steal your confidence. Some people can do it with just 1 word, I know I can do it with just one look if I want! I saw a show recently; a doctor was having a go at another doctor and as a result the one being put down suddenly turned into an incompetent mess. I'm thinking this is definitely true and reminded of a situation when I was 18 and got my first job in the industry sample cutting, and one day the manager was handing out new scissors to everybody; they were gold. Brand-new gold ones, instead of the usual red or black ones that the fabric industry uses, it was very exciting. But she got up to me, the sample cutter (cutting fabric all day long…) and she was reluctant to give me some new scissors. She said ‘well you're young, you'll probably drop them’, infact she kind of stopped doing what she was doing and went on and on about scissors and dropping them and what happens, inadvertently implying I was the clumsiest girl in the world. And stories about scissors. {…”really”…lol}. I told her I have never dropped any scissors ever, or anything for that matter, I was not a clumsy person, so after she was done, she reluctantly gave me a pair. I guess SINCE I WAS THE SAMPLE CUTTER IN THE ROOM!!!! So, within five minutes of her leaving my cutting table, and me starting to use the scissors, I literally dropped the scissors (!) I totally blame her. As like I said, I've never dropped a pair of scissors in my life, just not a clumsy bumbler in normal circumstances. I know it was because she had a go at me and my capabilities, in such a manner, this was the reason why I dropped them, certainly not deliberate. It's like she wanted me to be that clumsy young girl, so she could exercise her ‘scissor authority’. She “willed” it inadvertently. A young person vs a old manager, a power inbalance. So, back to my bank story: Whether they stole anything from my house I am unsure of, but I did have 2 kitchen spatulas go missing around that time – this fits in with my theory of showing off “we can steal if we want”. So, over the years there's a been a few times where I figure someone has tried to steal from my bank account directly. Apparently invariably they do this: you hear stories about it on a current affair or whatever. But, the theft hasn't panned out for the thief, because of one reason: I have had the same account at CBA since I was 10 years old. So, the bank is familiar with all my transactions and who I am. I guess that's one really good thing about the bank – although it may be just a myth, fake news and whatnot. Guess who tried, back in 2020, to get me to change banks - yes somebody did try to do that, mmmm gee, I wonder why? It was my then landlord Cate Rogers - otherwise known as Rachel Weinberg's older sister. She is such a total thief it's unbelievable. I did not change banks at the time, and good, good on me, even though I didn't know about the bank possibly protecting my money in such familiar manner. And having said that, they definitely have stolen money from me since I moved to QLD. The thieves have worked out how to steal from the bank – so they were showing off, by actually doing it, maybe even using me as the Guinea pig – somewhere along the lines of “picking on the homeless”, like pharmaceutical companies do. So, what happens is retailers can ask the bank to withhold money on credit cards if there is a debt with that retailer. So, Telstra arseholes asked the bank to withhold money (by withholding money I mean they already remove the money from my credit card). – so, even though I had paid my Telstra account (apparently my payment had gone into an old Telstra bank account, as my latest Telstra account had a new one for some reason. So, they told me they had not registered any payment, so they stole twice from me - I did not get any refund, even though I provided them with proof of payment on my credit card statement. So that’s how they steal. It's happened a few other times, and I do not even know who has asked the bank to withhold money – and the bank does not even tell me that they have withheld money for so and so. NO NOTIFICATION AT ALL. Plus, its not just business that I have a monthly payment for, but any retailer, like Bunnings can do it, after a purchase with them on my CC (they tried it in 2025, money was missing, $10 but no transaction listed for $10 {I did not know it was bunnings who asked bank to withhold $10, but I had a hunch it was as them, as there was a $10 delivery dispute with them at that time - see I was taking daily screenshots of my cc at this time BECAUSE OF ALL THE MONEY THAT HAS MISSING – LIKE $100’S, one week $400 was missing – I phoned them up: “you have to check the statement at the end of the month”. Yeah, still didn’t add up, and oh no, not a nuisance time waste doing that every day}. So, this time I put in a complaint in regards to the missing money, this time with screenshots showing money missing. But still I received no explanation, and no refund initially. Eventually, I got the $10 amount back on my cc, but I do not know if it was because the person I sent to the screenshots to did something about it, or if Bunnings put the money back?? SUCH A SCAM {and I wonder if I still have to take screenshots, or if they found the person at the bank who was stealing from me in this manner???} I am pretty sure Coles stole several hundred dollars in this manner in 2025. “We don't have to get her to switch banks, we can steal from her this way.” Actually, I tried to get a new cc account at the Bendigo bank; when I was applying for the credit card: first question asked me my marital status? (None of your fucking business) The next thing it said was that Bendigo bank was a profit for community Bank (whatever that means) But then it asked me to select which community would I like to support? -Now, ALARM BELLS!!; when I do my banking, it is for me, my money is not for my next-door neighbour! By what they stated, well, this basically implies, that not only are they going to take enough money to make a profitable business for themselves, but they're going to steal money from me and give it to all those stupid blondes who steal from me too. – How thieving fucked. So, I am stuck with CBA, I hope they fixed their thieving issue. Possibly Pru Bourke is involved, I heard her voice when I spoke to the bank about the missing $10. Pru Bourke was a bully at my school. Total wealthy snob too, I can’t believe she would work, and at a bank. So, I would say it is them and Telstra getting the dogs? There was a nutcase Jenny, who works at CBA, 2025 who was meant to be emailing me my old bank statements so I could check them – but did she do that, no, - just didn’t. Mm Mm – money not adding up. $100’s. I strongly suspect CBA suffer from “GoldStarDog theory”. In fact, I know they do; I have a YouTube subscription and I just love all the documentaries about what's going on in the world - a whole new level that the world has lifted itself up onto by making all of this information available to everyone. Anyway, one was saying about wealthy Singapore and how 80% of their population lives in government housing and they were saying that this was one of the key aspects of pushing Singapore’s economy into one of the leading countries in the world, it's because there is stability within the people because everyone has somewhere to live. I found this absolutely interesting, because in Australia, the attitude is “well if you're not rich then bad luck, you lose”. Just a complete uncaring attitude towards anyone who's not rich. And CBA really pushes this attitude, they favour and reward people who are rich, and what’s more punish people who are poor - it's completely backwards. (CBA are completely unevolved people). The poor tax. The lazy tax. One time in Gunnedah, I called the CBA bank, as there was an issue with sorting out a replacement credit card, and I happened to be in a shop wanting to purchase something with the credit card, so I was on the phone talking to this girl from CBA, who wasn’t really making any sense, she was definitely suffering from what I have termed the female zombie problem. It was literally like she was part asleep, living in her own little dreamworld - actually she was being a bit of a bitch too, and so I thought, it would help, if I put her on speaker phone, because I wasn’t the only one in the shop, and as soon as I did that, it was like I was speaking to someone completely different, she was suddenly fully awake, and prepared to sort out the issue. I tell you “Walking female sleeping beauty zombies” are in every corner, of every industry, ready and waiting to be as stupid as they can. {And waking walking female sleeping beauty zombies ought to be a priority in schools, and family units.} I think I will put another zombie woman or basically ‘women are completely stupid’ story here, to really reiterate why they should be waking sleeping beauties in schools: This one is in relation to shop girls: 60yr old man wearing overalls, goes to the tip shop to buy some ladders, he gets to go home with two ladders, one costing $5, the other $10, both extremely good ladders. 50yr old woman, wearing pretty floral dress, goes to same tip at a later date, she has to pay $40 for a ladder. The reason of the huge price difference is because the girls who work at the tip, think the woman who looks nice must be wealthy, and thus sets the price for her. And the guy in the overalls, must be a 'battler', so his price is more 'tip' typical. Meanwhile the guy in the overalls has $2.6 million in the bank, and the woman is not in employment and has $.55 in the bank. STUPID shop girls. This happens all the time - it is unbelievable how stupid shopgirls are, and Australia wide, not just one country bumpkin area, but city and country alike. "Do not judge a book by its cover" - they obviously have not heard that expression. 9. Often People are Described as Died Peacefully in their Sleep Often people are described as “died peacefully in their sleep”. Well, it’s usually the opposite of this, especially in a nursing home; they give patient sleeping tablets, (especially the dementia ones who often wake up during the night) then the patient has a nightmare, which raises their heart rate, but because they can’t wake up due to the tablets, their heart continues to beat rapidly, and they have a heart attack and die. mmm, yes peaceful. In my experience, I find most nursing staff delusional about medication. Often people are there because they are in the process of dying, and there is no help that can be given, but a nurse has only the knowledge that they are there to help, so if they can’t help, then they can give them a tablet and feel then that they are helping. And this is not just true in nursing homes, they do it in hospitals and especially, mental units, where a person has been put there because they are scarring the pencil pushers, (often just for speaking the truth but in a loud ‘scary’ voice) so they are classed as someone with ‘mental health issues’, RIDICULOUS, and thus must be put on medication. In fact, that’s really the number one priority and work that those mental health ward unit staff do; subdue the patient and administer tranquilizers, have you seen those mental health called staff – all big build people, they lay in hopes everyday in their job to get some loud mouth to come along, so they can use the physical strength and medication to fight and subdue, thus feeling like they have won, and accomplished their work - they are the biggest dogs of them all. This is really a joke, and I can’t believe it has not come to light about the complete stupidity of this practice. That type of medication will do more harm than good. WAKE UP bims. Oh, and I believe there are some nurses in hospitals, who when dealing with someone who’s had some major medical problems, and therefore have no control any more, they sometimes get anxious, argumentative and angry. So, a nurse, who should be taking the time to explain what’s happened to them properly, so they can be calmed, will often not do this, as often nurses aren’t patient people, some are there to make money, and not there because of their caring, healing, or patient characteristics. So, they just tranquilize someone, because it’s easier to do that than deal with their frustrations of being sick. Sick nurses! 10. Morning Tea with the Old Lady Neighbours Morning Tea with the Old Lady Neighbours I touched vaguely on this before, but that piece of writing is missing, at any rate I couldn’t find it. So, I thought it probably worth making a point about it. When I first arrived at kookaburra Park (Gin Gin QLD), I had morning tea with the next-door neighbours a few times. My next-door neighbours here, are all pretty much elderly people, which is great, I don’t mind living amongst elderly people at all, usually I find elderly people to have far more common sense than young people. However, I’ve decided, after the third time, that it would be in my best interest if I do NOT have morning tea with the old ladies ever again. What I found was that morning tea for them was a game, a kind of social piranha fish game, where you have to win with everything you say, and be perfect and ‘good’, and the smartest! And if one is forced to lie in order to ‘win’ – then THEY DO IT. I guess it’s pretty hard to explain, but old ladies have a way of seizing the situation, in order to take advantage of a younger person‘s naïveté, and given the fact that I didn’t actually know any of these ladies or weren’t friends with them I felt like I was at a major disadvantage. I felt it was also a desperado thing, like they were desperate for new intelligence, and new things to ‘sink their teeth’ into, and provide talking (medalling) subjects. Maybe it was about pecking order too. As I described in my Dorothea Mackellar Memorial Statue story, I pretty much don’t do pecking order, - I find with most girls, that’s what they want to do, the pecking order game, and why I gladly pretty much don’t have a social network (aside from being ban and cast out) - surprising how many ‘little people’ there are, who are wanting other people to “obey my authoritae”; even about topics in which they are completely clueless - you know, is it the way I speak? is there some strange sound in my voice which encourages people to try to tell me what to do or give advice to? Even in areas where they know nothing, and I’m actually quite an expert, it still happens. I blame the pathetic public education system in Australia, and nazi parents for this non-thinking authoritarian attitude (and its bimbo, only bimbos do it). Don't get me wrong, I love people who help other people, and if they have something to add it's always wonderful to hear what they have to say, but I'm not really talking about that, I'm literally talking about people blurting out often irrelevant information but makes them sound authoritive, it often involves “you’re not allowed to do that” a lot. I recently learnt about the book ‘Animal Farm’ by Orson Wells – he mentions the topic in that book, the way people try to ‘police’ other people. Apparently they do it out of fear (?) – possibly from nazi parents and teachers making sure they obey every rule? When I was younger, I caught myself once, I caught myself out when I was talking to dad, and realised I was kind of “silencing” him in a way. I made a conservative effort not to do it from then on. And at the time, I realised in society, a lot of people do it. And it’s so annooooying. Another thing they do, and many men do this, but whenever you say something, they straightaway without thinking, contradict you and say something opposite, negative or contray to what you just said - undermining. And this act changes the whole situation to a kind of hopelessness feel, in a very passive aggressive way. There’s no thinking at all. In fact, it’s amazing how much of a quick straightaway negative response they have. Negative nancy. Sometimes when it happens, and I just don't say anything, like I don't fight back to defend myself or my point, I can see the other person kind of wondering what's going on, as in like, the whole point of what they said, was for me to fight and argue with them. It's like I've called out their subconscious bad habit. It really annoys them. Really annoys them. As now they have silenced the conversation. Btw, I believe it’s in your best interest NOT do this, it’s a big deal. How should I say this, well, I think it’s bad karma if you carry on like this with someone, and you’ll be punished for it…..or well, “taught a lesson” until you learn it. I have seen it happen with a few marriages who have a severe case of ‘cat and mouse’ situation – in the end the situation just may be reversed. Although, this topic isn’t specifically listed as one of the “10 Commandments”, (I think, not an expert), I believe, it’s up there, next to stealing in the eyes of the almighty. It pays to be to be fully awake. I do not feel asking a question is a sign of weakness, or an invitation to be 'mothered' or 'fathered' or 'teachered', in a weird psychological way. In fact, just the opposite; someone who asks questions is a sign of someone who is aware, intelligent, curious and happy. (I guess it may not apply if they're asking really stupid questions or asking questions for the point of controlling the conversation….). Anyway, at the morning teas, I kind of felt used, and actually had far better and more important ways to spend my time. And after these morning teas I decided it would be mentally healthier for me not to attend morning teas with my neighbours. I invariably mention on my blog that all these problems I face with women, and their dysfunction in society, it usually comes down to one person's fault, and that is their mother, so these old ladies here, possibly that would be them, in fact I know it would be them: someone who's completely mentally healthy doesn't act like a piranha! Here is a good spot to add this little story I heard about it back in 2016 or so whilst living at Rangari near Gunnedah. And this story is what I feel differentiates me from most other females, as I have no problem “playing on my own”. Here it is: In about 2016, I kept coming to the realisation how truly revolting and evil women are, as I kept on encountering a lot of greedy thieving bully girls – little girls still. Actually, I was having a difficult time grasping it, since my childhood was so free of such behaviour for the most part, and I had a few good female friends, and got on well with my sister and mom, and aunts (as a child – things are different when you’re an adult and your own person…..). But, at this time, they put on, I think, it was on SBS, or it could’ve been the ABC, a documentary about a university study that some psychologists did, involving 3 little girls aged 5; The girls were put in an average room with 2 toys, one good toy and one not very good toy. As the psychologists were watching, hidden, they discovered something truly remarkable in the way these little girls dealt with having / not having the good toy. What happened, is that the girl who had the good toy, was suddenly excluded by the other two girls, it was done in a very passive aggressive way – not verbal. Eventually affecting the girl who had the good toy, so badly since she felt so left out, that she ended up dropping the good toy, so she could go and play with the other two. Leaving the good toy open for somebody else, and of course one of the other girls straight away went and got the good toy. It was a plan. An evil 5yr old girl plan. Seriously – never underestimate 5yr old. So, you see, that’s how most girls operate, when they’re really young, (I was tempted to say in a ‘non-thinking’ juvenile way) but, I can assure you that’s how they still think, when they’re fully grown adults, and have all the age / wisdom and intelligence that life offers them. They are revolting and slightly evil when they are young, and remain that way until their death. And it is why, if I ever encounter any young men, I always tell them about how irresponsible women are, and how they have to be the responsible ones (in their hopes to get them to see) I think it works. Back in 2015, when there were hardly any images online, someone put an image of a cup of coffee and some biscuits, and there was like a splash into the coffee or something; it really tickled my fancy! I loved that image, I wanted to use that image on this story, but of course I could not find it anywhere online, and now there are seemingly millions of photos of coffees of cups with biscuits and splashes. So I did a quick collage of my new coffee cups! Of course one of those rose mugs has been stolen already. 11. Sterling Silver double Open Infinity Lobster Claw Clasp for necklace STOLEN They left the necklace that Grandpa made me, and just took the clasp off.I would put money on the fact that it was a girl that took it, no man is going to fumble around with a tiny clasp. (These clasps are the best, and do not ‘accidentally’ come undone - that’s why it was stolen, the best) I did not bother reporting it to the police, because the local police here do not believe anyone up here steals, I believe it was taken by a girl that was harassing me from Builyan, the same one who stole heaps of my seeds from my seed chest. - The girl who was known by certain people, certain neighbours like Suellen and Donny, as that thieving girl bought them off with free ‘empowerment’ activities for their little zombie girl daughter. Suellen and Donny – such cowards, when I am being literally tormented by this thief with 100’s of items stolen. Shame on them. Also, this might be related to a musician, because quite often I have songs that just appear on my iPod shuffle as its playing, like when Dolly Parton released her new song, suddenly it started playing in my shuffle iPod. When K.D. lang released a song, back in 2015 or something, same thing - although I did try to find K.D Lang’s song again to listen, but it was gone! So, they can literally put songs “on” and take songs “off” my iPod, - this would be Apple related too (the genius of the people of Apple) So anyway there was a song that appeared on my iPod which was a slow-motion cha-cha, I’ve mentioned it on this blog before, and I think that thieving girl has heard me listen to that song, and has assumed that I have stolen that song, when I certainly did not, in fact I don’t even think those songs had been yet released (?). And so, she has stolen my goods, either out of an act of revenge, or she’s just jealous - a stupid jealous bitch, who wants new release songs to appear on her iPod (probably Olivia Newton John – no convictions). Whoever it is does seem to have a lot of money, because she buys people off where ever she goes, SHE IS A SOURCE OF EXTREMEM TORMENT (like only a musician knows how to do), so could well be Olivia Newton John. So, I need to literally spell this out in order to stop this stupid girl thief - fuck off all musicians - stay out of my life, stay off my iPod, fuck off {and I have nothing to do with putting on and taking off new releases from iPod, so stop taking your jealous frustrations out on me). And no, I am still not gay. The unknown girl who took this from my bedroom, was not invited in. That reminds me, other times they ‘mess’ around with my ipod; one day, while cleaning the house, I heard this really good song on my iPod shuffle, (magically mysterious how songs just suddenly ‘appear’ on my iPod) and note, when I was cleaning – got to be landlord dog related. It was a type of slow-motion cha-cha sound - fast fast fast fast slow slow. I really liked it, as I had a sore foot, and could not Cha Cha any more. Anyway, I wrote it down because I knew I’d forget it, to listen later, it was a weird classical song of some sort with a weird name. But someone stole the piece of paper with the name on it, and I suspect the person who stole it was xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx (I have no idea who) and am left pining after that song….. So in 2023, when Wix put a limit to the size of my blog and I was rewriting everything, including this little story, one day I walked into my little sew room, which, the day before I had just put in a brand new packet of lycra needles, which were kind of special, because if you've ever sewn with Lycra you know you need exactly the right needle type, and I had had extreme difficulties up to that point because plain stretch needles just don't work, you need a specific weight needle size. So finally I received my new needles, and had taken them carefully into my sewing room after painting the ends a colour, so I could identify them quickly. So that next morning I could see my sewing needles were strewn all over the hallway and all over the sew room floor! I thought well that's really odd because I had definitely carried the needles carefully in their packet and placed them in front of my sewing machine I was quite deliberate. Now, there weren't any needles missing, all my coloured marked needles were accounted for. Odd, because I do have problems with people stealing my stuff, sewing stuff in particular. But then, I noticed on the floor too, was a silver clasp, the same one that had been stolen all those years ago. I checked my box to see if the replacement one I purchased was still there, and it was. So not only did someone strew my needles on the floor, but so many years after it was stolen, and at a 2nd address, they had decided to return this silver clasp! I don't know if they had a guilty conscience, or whether they were just stealing it for the point of keeping it from me, only to one day return it? Maybe that was there cockanninnie plan? But, I'm thinking guilty conscience - finally that bimbo thief is starting to realise; you have to actually pay and make up for all the bad things you do in life. She has realized, she does not want to be in dept to me. Too late. Hehe. 12. Covid cash grant money Spa experience 2020 / 2021 Covid cash grant money Spa experience 2020 / 2021 Aside from meat, in particular beef, and especially brisket, the other thing I purchased was one of the best luxury purchases I’ve ever made, an inflatable spa. And I tell you, once you have relaxed on a soft inflatable cushion of air, there’s no way you could ever purchase a hard fibreglass or metal spa tub! Plus, they cost a fraction, cheaper and more comfortable. And furthermore, at this point when I purchased it, I had inflammation in my foot from a collapsed arch / plantar fasciitis and metatarsalgia, and I’d had that lump of inflammation {visible lump}, for at least two years. When I first filled the spa tub up, I used solar water from the roof, as well as the built-in heater, and so I wasn’t sure about the temperature, when I put my foot in it, it was way too hot to hop in, and being a somewhat impatient person, I couldn’t wait till it cooled, so I put my feet in – it was just bearable, I added some Ylang Ylang essential oil, (which I knew was good for inflammation), and turned the bubbles on. I had my whole foot and up to my knee, immersed in this hot hot water, waiting until it cooled down so I could hop in. My whole leg under the knee turned bright red! But, and OMG, the next day, I was just sitting around, taking it easy, when my foot, or my big toe really, got an itch, I reached down kind of absent mindedly to brush or scratch it, like what often happens, I am constantly being bitten by little bugs, mozzies, nats, flies landing, there’s always an itch of some sort going on. But I noticed on the back of my knuckles, which is what I used to scratch whatever was annoying me, suddenly, it was wet with moisture, I looked, and it was like a biggish pustule on my big toe, down near the nail, had burst, and out poured about, I don’t know, maybe, a quarter of a teaspoon full, of fluid, was like a clear liquid fluid that soon seemed to evaporate into nothing. I just know it was the inflammation, or possibly lymph fluid, that had been stuck all that time in my foot, I had finally got rid of. Hooray! So right, then in there, I got my money‘s worth! Plus, it worked out, because we were in the far end of a 9yr drought, and I was on tank water too, so there was definitely no spare water to waste on spas (actually it was 14 years since I had even had a bath!). So, but, actually purchasing this spa was pretty much the most difficult thing I’ve ever purchased in my life. This was the time with COVID-19, and the government had issued out cash grants to everyone. Usually if you receive job seeker payment, you miss out on any cash grants from the government, but the government decided to include unemployed people this time, how nice of them. Although not the full amount, same as everyone else, a reduced amount. A punishment amount. The full amount was thousands and thousands of dollars, at least $8000+, but I ended up with about $3000 total, I think – a great amount if you are used to jobseeker payment. 2mnths prior I had seen an inflatable spa at big W for $500, and I was so tempted to buy on my Credit card, but I thought inflatable, I’ve actually been the victim of people pricking anything inflatable just out of spite -it seems to be the stupid Australian Bogan way, so I decided I wouldn’t, because I could only put it outside anyway and it may fall victim to pricks, prickers. (btw, those so-called pricks are usually always of the female variety, the jealous and stupid female variety). But then I kept thinking about it, it was in the back of my mind, niggling away, when we were kids, we used to go to the squash club with dad and hang out in the spa while he played Squash - I remember it with such joy! And so, came January, with the cash grants, I decided, I was definitely going to spend $500 and get the spa. Of course, with everyone going on a shopping spree, they were sold out, but I found one on a different website, catch.com for $550, so I got that, but annoyed with myself that I didn’t get it before and I would’ve saved 50 bucks! And so, I’m waiting and waiting and waiting, and my spa never turned up! I was so disappointed. On my original photostory here, I went in to GREAT DETAIL about what happened; purchasing another one, that broke, so then purchasing yet another one, a 3rd one. But it didn’t work because it had an American plug, so then there was all the drama of converters, and then more powerful converters, none which worked! Plus, hopeless couriers who refused to communicate, retailers who refused to communicate – nothing arrived and anything that did, did not work. And ALL my covid cash grant money was gone. And still no spa. Retailers have it all sorted – how they can extract ALL your money. Then my original spa that I had purchased finally arrived, 4mnths later. So meanwhile the whole time, my neighbours {what, with their antics of playing spa noises to try and trick me}, the couriers, Ebay, everyone it seemed, was just messing me about deliberately sabotaging me and stealing my spa from me. So that’s exactly how my cash grant was stolen and wasted. Sluen. Anyway, eventually, my spa was fantastic! It was so lovely, finally I could have my spa. There were just bubbles everywhere, so warm, and it was really worth the monetary cost. For someone else who lives in “normal world” where everything works out, and you get what you paid for, and do not get mucked about by the whole neighbourhood and surrounding suburbs, and state – it is definatly worth it. One day I was in my spa thinking about things. {As a single, I spend a lot of time thinking}. This day, I thought well, this is totally what I need, some total ‘me time’ and pampering time, because I haven’t really had much pampering since I lived in Sydney, and when I was in Sydney, I did a bit of nanny work which involved cleaning, and I got quite a lot of aches and pains, and so then I spent most of my money that I made, on massage - which was lovely, but didn’t really make working, worthwhile. One of the massages that I had, was an Indian head massage, at neutral Bay, and it was so fantastic! I couldn’t believe it, it was such a luxury, and such pampering, and I thought you know, my mother, she never had anything like this in her life, she was basically a “slave” to her family. I mean, I had this realisation at that moment in my mid 20’s -she totally has missed out in life because she did not have massage and pamper time to herself (not than I am complaining about her mothering skills, she was a fantastic mum!) But massage is truly a wonderful thing, I strongly feel like, it’s something that gives you vitality and lengthens your life, it’s really, that good, and a healthy “must do”. You are allowed to ‘feel good’. No need to feel guilty about self-indulgent. I think actually, because she didn’t have any ‘me time’ in her life, any ‘self-body worshipping’ time, so to speak, this is part of the reason why she got sick so young (also aside from dad who was only half present in the marriage/family and in protecting her throughout life - not that I want to have a go at Dad, because as far as fathers go, he was pretty good, he just didn’t know about some of the ‘bad’ things he should have known about. He did understand, however, the sacrifice that it takes to raise a family by committing to working every day, rain hail or shine, to provide for the family. (He understood that, as his dad died when he was 13, so he knew the difficulties from not having a dad around) I’ve come across some dads who have been absolute vermin, and I count my lucky stars a lot.) Anyway, just my personal opinion, and I’m pretty old and wise, I can tell you - I talk to a lot of smart people!! The above photo shows the spa I ended up with from Catch on the veranda. The oval spa from America was relegated to the garden for plant water too, and the other oval spa from America, I was able to return (for $700 that PayPal paid for) and the converters, I had to throw out. But oval bath type spa – BRILLIANT! I have not seen any available in Australia – Intertek Group ought to do. Btw, 4 years later someone did prick my spa, a jealous neighbour of course, not caught red-handed, but heard. I was able to put a patch on it, so another 2 yrs later, still good. I fold it away in the dry season, and get it out for 2-3mnths every year. Plus, I made a sauna tent for the dry season – I have it all sorted! 13. Character Reference from Lizzie Blake Note; I asked Lizzie for a reference at some point in my 20’s. { I think I should explain who Lizzie Blake is (was); She and her husband Tony were family friends of my parents. My parents had a lot of friends, but in particular they had a circle of good friends and the Blakes were one of them. They socialised a lot. All their circle of friends had kids, we often had picnics on the weekends together. I remember Lizzie often popping in to our house for coffee on a regular basis, she was a very social person. Mum really liked Lizzie, and admired her taste and values. Tony had a successful agri business in the community. I felt Lizzie had quite definitive social rules and norms, which mum was happy to go along with, Mum seem to be pleased that she was friends with someone who was so prominent in the community. I recall Lizzie and mum getting involved with the art group and doing a play in the town hall “Oklahoma”. I recall them doing the weird and strange phenomenon of country car bashing which seemed to be some sort of competition with multiple cars racing around the countryside going on some sort of treasure hunt. They played tennis too, and golf. Basically they were good friends. So when I got the reference back from her, I read it, and I was totally unimpressed. I thought you know; this woman does not know how to write a reference at all, she doesn’t know what an employer is looking to hear from in a reference. First of all, she started off by saying “I don’t really know Emily, I only know her parents” ! - I thought that was extremely rich, because, we had spent pretty much, parts of every weekend together for the last six years in Gunnedah, having picnics and social gatherings and whatnot. So, I just kept the reference and didn’t bother giving it to any potential employer. However, in 2018, when I had to start looking for new rentals, the rental girls, (these young girls in their 20s, where asking me for references) {brainwashed by primary school teachers – btw, if you want to know anything about me, you ought to ask me. As if you can possibly rely on somebody else’s reference – does nobody not understand the true nature of most people. The true nature of females and their bias. So, to rely on a reference is a ridiculous concept. But, so, anyway, no rental without one, so I went and found all my references, and I re-read, Lizzie Blake’s references, I have attached it below, and as you can see below, there is no mention of what I just mentioned above! This reference has been totally changed, and NOT BY ME. I know her daughter Fiona was an old NEGS girl too, in a year or two ahead of me, so I’m not sure whether again this is a tactic of the ‘dog network’; maybe possibly those girls saw that I was not in full-time work, and were like ‘well how come she doesn’t have to work? - Maybe no-one has written her a good reference!’ LOL! LOL! Such irony (“how come she’s so happy, how come her life is so good?” LOL!! ; and so they have changed it?? Or, possibly someone else, maybe one of my Centrelink jobs provider has changed it to a more appropriate wording?? I don’t know. But it was definitely changed from the original - slightly. (I still laugh about it every time I read it) – I am one of the good ones – and you all miss out!!, and ha! – serves you right from stealing from me). But so, typical of a woman – so intent on being ‘tough bitch’ or playing STUPID dog sides - they cannot see the big picture. I don’t believe any other of my refs have been changed. Although I do recall when I was 18, I did work experience at the local Gunnedah chemist. When the ‘chemist’ gave me a reference at the end of the week, it was so pathetic, that I threw it out immediately. It wasn’t like he said anything mean, but it was brief, 1 sentence long, and pointless. And, as I had just spent the whole week doing his stock-take, because it was at the time when they had just invented shop coding, so every product in the store had to get a sticker with a code on it, then scanned, so they can use their digital device to know the price and keep track of all the stock. So, there were actually 3 of us, 3 work experience girls, all NOT getting paid, at all, and we did a huge monumental task for him, he had 1000’s and 1000’s of products. But he was so ungrateful and pathetic, that I was disgusted by it. I want to add this too, because I know my sister was deeply upset at the time when it happened. And there is a little bit of a life lesson in it; When mum got sick at such a young age, {it was a very slow progression}, and eventually she got to the point where she really relied on the people around her to just sort of guide her along the way, just a little bit of help was needed at that point. It was a very slow progression. And when it came to mum's regular Tuesday golf with Lizzie, Lizzie pretty much refused to be that supportive person for mum, and did not allow mum to continue golfing with her. The life lesson being, choose your friends wisely and don't be caught up on people who you think prominent and respectable. 18 Goodwin RD P0 Box 589 Gunnedah, NSW, Australia, 2380 7th July 2005 Reference I have known Emily Bieman for most of her life through a long association with her parents Fran and Dick, who are long-standing and respected residents of Gunnedah. Emily is well educated. She has a strong, independent personality and is extremely artistic and creative, attributes that have served her well in establishing a career in the tough and competitive women's fashion industry in Sydney. Several years ago, she returned to Gunnedah to be close by her mother who had tragically been diagnosed with a terminal illness. During her time back home Emily developed a small business enterprise to allow her to stay in Gunnedah and utilize some of the skills that enabled her to succeed in her fledgling fashion career in Sydney. I believe Emily has the communication skills, ability and adaptability to succeed in whatever career she undertakes. Lizzie Blake 14. Thoughtful Sign in Bundaberg I took a photo out driving around Bundaberg of a street sign, it says: “You are passing through a residential area PLEASE DRIVE WITH CONSIDERATION” First time I have seen such a sign. I like it! I and feel they need to be more of them. Could truck drivers and TRAIN drivers, especially, take note; all areas are residential, as your horns are so loud. Show some EMPATHY (look it up if you have to). 15. The rentals with “little girl landlord problems” The above photo, 2nd along, shows the rental house in Builyan, where I lived for 5 months. This house was at Builyan, QLD, in the Boyne Valley. I also had such problems at kookaburra Park Gin Gin. So, I guess 2 out of (16 rentals) isn’t too bad. Oh, there was another at Tulcumbah, so the 3, “little girl landlord” problems that I had, were extreme problems, it is surprisingly how weird and evil little girls can be. (All of them were adults from 23 to 53 yrs of age) If you are having landlord little girl problems, note; nobody likes to be around someone who is hostile. So, if you want to get rid of someone who’s coming around, without seemingly being hostile, you have to do it in a clever, sneaky passive way. I would say the number one way to do it, would be to invite at least 5 ‘hoodlum’ looking young men around, so when she comes through, they are all leering and perving on her – this will work easy on a young rental girl. Maybe an old man might have the same effect! But as I don’t have any such people on my Bec an Call list, I would have to come up with something else. If there was a fireplace, try smoking them out, maybe try insanely strong aromas of incense. Or borrow a neighbours dogs that sniffs their crotch the whole time. Or get council men to make the trip out there really long and tedious, with road blocks. Or laugh at them – this always works, no one likes being laughed at if they did not make a joke. Ofcourse, making sure there is no ‘fuel’ for them to winge about, like make sure the place is clean and tidy. you’ll see they won’t come back. (Although one of my landlords made a point of going there when I was not home – I have cameras now. – they do sneaky things if I am not watching as they go through the house, like, totally nosy stuff, go through my wardrobe, filing cabinet, use my spinning wheel, take things…. You must know what women are like – how dare there be laws in place to allow a landlord to enter the premises when I am not home HOW DARE THERE BE. Wake up government, and change that form18a standard lease, Terms and Conditions. If anyone has got any other unseemly hostile ways to stop people from pestering – please let me know! In the photo above, it shows a tyre out front, I had planted a tree in it, and the tyre stops the rabbits from eating it, and council from mowing it. But shortly after, it was yanked out and tossed back in to my yard, by the idiot neighbour, (single father in his 30’s) who then got his simple clueless bimbo of a mother to come round and yell at me for planting a trees ‘so close’ to her sons side of the verge – country stupid mongrels. Her son was a despicable person who belongs in jail. 16. Bad Wikipedia admin -ban from wikipedia for no reason, other than personal IT admin bully attack I grew up and lived in Gunnedah, NSW, Australia, for most of my life. I looked up Gunnedah in 2020, on Wikipedia, and there was a brief little blurb about it. I felt it quite inadequate, and lacking in realness and guts. REALNESS AND GUTS I wished to add information about the drought, the annual rainfall, the big coal mining boom and the impossibility of finding somewhere to rent at all, let alone at an affordable price, (albeit plenty of brand-new vacant houses around and up for sale). Not to mention the crime, the petty theft, and the general bad will, that had built-up in the last 20 years in Gunnedah and neighbouring Tamworth. Not such a friendly country town anymore. Infact, people pretty much hate each other now. I was advised by little birdie that “there is a war going on out there” (so was better to hang out at my place!). So, I did add my info, citing my name as well, but it was swiftly removed within half an hour - more oppressive nazis on wiki too. And see how I am tracked, tracked for years now since 2020 or maybe before. {Later when I was sent a wiki ‘ban’ notification, the admin’s name was stated, I looked them up, and that to the right, that was the person. A red head – possibly someone trying to save the stupid blonde bimbo? To me, that guy looks slightly retarded, possibly someone that ought not be allow to be an admin, so typical modern times, some people trying to “empower” people who ought not to be.} While I am at it, aside from that ‘lack of guts and honest truths’ page listing, I often go on wiki to find out stuff, and it has been very helpful, and usually the facts I have read have been accurate. But yesterday (July 2022) I saw a good movie on Australian iView about Australian politics and the introduction of legalized abortions. After it was over, I wanted to check some facts, so I looked it up on wiki, and, low and behold, I was reading incorrect information, with dates that were completely wrong. Plus, names (politicians were added), obviously for the point of making the wiki interesting, or some other such reason, lord if I know. Maybe they just guessed? Not saying the good movie was inaccurate, as they never mention dates or real names in it – so typical {btw that’s why there is corruption; cowards who don’t name names}. But the ones on Wiki – definatly inaccurate. False. Liars. I’m really annoyed to see this about Wiki, because I’ve been using Wiki for a while and it’s always been quite truthful, so as of now, 2022 one has to be more careful as there’s ‘bullshit galore’ on there. And isn’t it curious how they won’t let me write up about Gunnedah - the truth about the town, yet they let people bullshit like this. They don’t ban them or remove their content. So, what is wrong with the Internet world? There’s something majorly wrong with it. The good guys lost and the bad guys won. If you didn’t know; anyone is supposedly allowed to write up anything on wiki, you do have to provide your name and reference details etc to encourage truthfulness. And btw, I have written up information on wiki before without any problems; way back when I was doing my horticulture course and there were still big gaps in the Internet, when it came to plant species, I thought I would contribute with a created listing for, and photos of the beautiful ironbark: Eucalyptus melonophloia - Silver IronBark. I note, my images are still there; back then I had a different email, it was rbieman@bigpond.net.au , so it says! I was ban purly from being tracked by stupid obsessed IT nerds, who have ban me from pretty much all social medias (except YouTube! – account deleted later in 2024) stupid. https://photos.app.goo.gl/sk8uZ6EcVwqgu98x5 17. My arms used to look like this, and now they’re spent The photo used to show; showing a woman flexing her muscles. I’m doing a photo story about this because when I was building up my business and planting many trees, shrubs and creating a garden, I used all my strength, and thought nothing of it - doing tasks that, in retrospect, weren’t really necessary, given the amount of energy I had to expend for it. I didn’t realise in my 20s and 30s that the work I did then, I would later have to pay for with my body. Well, I guess what I mean by that, is we have XXX amount of energy over a lifetime, and if you use it all in your 20s and 30s, then you’ll have nothing left for your 40s, 50s, 60s and 70s. And nobody tells you these things. I mean if I had of known I would’ve taken it more steadily, not pushed myself like I did. I thought, back then, after I done a whole lot of hard constant work, like chain sawing until everything was finished without stopping for a break, that I had accomplished a lot, and I was pleased with myself, but in reality I had just set up my arms to be weak in the future. So while at the time, my arms looked in top condition, like the above, really it was just a disguise. BTW, it’s the same with fat - we can eat xxx amount of fat before the heart chucks a hissy fit, so pace yourselves. 18. Councils Hogging all the Men According to Google Maps, there are only 5 reflexologist in the whole of Queensland, well, 5 today, yesterday there were only 4. I have been on all of their websites, and they are all female. I am noticing this more and more, with women dominating the health sector, but I personally would prefer to see a male reflexologist, as reflexology is hands on so to speak, with strength in hands and arms required - something that women don’t naturally have. I mean, I did see a naturopath once who was able to massage too, and she was brilliant, I don’t think I’ve had anyone come close to how good she was, ever, making her unusual, but she was actually a tall and big woman with strength. So, what’s happened to all the men? Are they at home sitting on the couch taking drugs? Oh, wait a minute, I know where they are, they are doing the government’s local council schemes, of putting all the men in lollipop suits and getting them to do councils fake roadworks - It’s really true! They’re out there on the roads by the thousands, if not doing real roadworks, then they’re just standing out there making it look like they’re working, so they can take home that pay packet to keep their wives happy. I think this is a new phenomenon of men, not been able to think for themselves, and only being able to do work that women tell them to do. It’s really bizarre, they seem to have lost their initiative. I’m not an expert in men, but I do know council admin have big loud pushy personalities types, who no doubt can muster up all the men, so I blame Council for hogging all the men. Men should be divided up into other areas, where they’re more suited, especially the slim wiry type of man, those type of men, who may perceive themselves as weaklings, compared to other ‘muscleman’ really are not weaklings at all, they’re very strong when compared to a woman, they have far more strength than a woman, even if they are slimmer. Those men are perfectly suited to the health sector. However, I’ll quietly just mention, the highway between Mackay and Rockhampton is quite atrocious, (worst tar Road I have ever travelled on), not that I’ll ever be travelling that way again, but I’ve seen so many roads that don’t need road work, and are receiving it, due to councils ‘winning money’ and wanting to have something for their local men to do, so, here is perfectly good example of a real area, that really needs to be done. Beautify that you NEGS BORDER THIEVES. Also, I was prompted to write this after seeing a YouTube video by a reflexologist who was demonstrating how to do a lymphatic drainage. Talk about BRILLIANT. I tried it, and it worked. Practically instant relief. And now, a few months ago I paid a physio in Bundaberg, female (at Friendlies) for a lymphoedema massage – and she was absolutely clueless as to the whereabouts of my lymph nodes CLUELESS, total waste of money (plus I was on a gov care plan so should not have been charged at all anyway – thief too) but it amazes me how the medical society in Australia- universities, can produce and allow these total incompetents to practice. Thankgod for YouTube and that reflexologist. Don’t get me started on all the female incompetent medical people I have encounted in my life – AN EXTREME AMOUNT. 19. Non thinking people from the past wasting space I am talking about Waverley cemetery on the sea in Sydney . But, well, really, ALL cemetery’s I mean talk about a BIG HEAD, if you think YOU ought to be taking up space after your dead! Choose cremation! What a waste of space, and they should be bulldozed and turned into a park. I saw a girl jogging daily in the cemetery, and so I guess SHE was determined not to let the space go to waste! I saw one country (I think it was Ethiopia?) they had a collection of obelisks representing tombstones of great leaders in the past. I really got annoyed when I saw. It it's like egotistical mania! If I was p.m. there, I would have them all removed and the whole area replaced with a beautiful landscaped park, and I would call it “Leadership Memorial Park” to remember the great leaders of the past, maybe with a simple plaque with names? So, people would go to this park if they needed inspiration in good leadership! This was another photo story that was stolen, not only stolen from my computer, but stolen off my photos in my Google account and in my Pinterest account and off my wix website. So how about that! I’m not entirely sure of the exact problem or issue, but obviously I was touching some sort of nerve. Btw, this photo is a free non-commercial photo. Update below, I saw this cemetery on a Korean Television show – now, those Korean movie makers, run rings around Hollywood when it comes to cliché Cemetery scenes. Just look at this one; Koreans are going environmentally friendly; family trees are being planted with ashes scattered. SO CLEVER. Hollywood is still stuck in the last century. 20. More detailed list of the things I wish I was told when I was 18 Look after your feet! Check them every few months, check your shoes every few months, throw out tatty shoes. Get into Reflexology to handle work place body deteriorations. (Remember “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix”). Don’t listen to house wives when it comes to medical issues, (or any issues). Keep a “good things in life to own” list, and update it regularly, you’ll see after a few years that some of the things you wanted before, aren’t that important, so this helps keep things in perspective, of how not to waste your money. Some people have a mentality where they like to piss people off, just to watch their reaction. Total narcissist bitches do it, and the tend to pick on young women. They exist; you have to deal with them, although ignoring is the best tactic against them. They particularly exist at airports, in the luggage arena. The staff will target someone, usually a young pretty woman who’s on her own, and send her luggage off to some other destination. So, then the woman has got to deal with this nuisance situation - and they’re all waiting to see what you do. You, as a single woman, are constantly being watched. There are a few things that I wish I was told before I left school about the work place, and that includes stuff about all the workers’ rights, minimum wage, salaries, holidays, sick pay, unions - all of that should be taught in school, so a school leaver is very familiar with all those details before even commencing working for someone else. SO important to know that you have to guard yourself against dodgy bosses – and they are ALL DODGY (although females are way worse). This wasn’t ever discussed in my 12 years of schooling, which I find extraordinary since, after school, work life, is the whole point of school; to prepare you for the future. And BTW, obtaining that first mortgage as soon as you start working is more important than purchasing your first car! I know that might be hard for a young person to hear. Aswell as; music is targeted specifically for young people, it really is a type of brainwashing, plus if you got an older person liking similar music that an 18-year-old loves, that adult hasn’t quite grown into a mature adult yet! Music is targeted at young people. Another issue is dealing with people in the work place who you’re just not going to like. I mean, I don’t think I really had too much of a problem with this issue, as I’m a fairly respectable person, but still it would’ve been a helpful issue to be familiar with, because, it’s a HUGE issue in the workplace, not just something that might come up, it’s GINORMOUS – there are always going to be people who rub you up the wrong way! I’m mentioning it because there’s a lot of people, young people, who don’t think before they speak, and this will be helpful advice for them; when you start working in the workplace, you’re going to get to know people in a way that you haven’t previously known people before, and sometimes you are not only, not going to agree with them, but you will dislike them, and some are going to absolutely infuriate you. So, instead of saying maybe directly what’s on your mind in these situations, like “don’t be such a fucking idiot”, you can’t do that, you’ve gotta be respectful, and try to work around the issue, because people have big egos, (another topic not discussed in schools), particularly older ones when dealing with younger ones, and sometimes a young person can’t see the big picture, like an oldy can. So, you just need to bear that in mind. The hardest thing, is being able to handle disrespect from a boss; a bad boss, and there are a lot of them, especially if you unfortunate enough to have a female one, a cockanninnie one, will feel superior to her employees, and will do little things to show her disrespect, little passive aggressive things that really piss off someone who is not in a position of power, because you can't do anything about it, except quit. And that is the number 1 reason why there are so many men in the prison system, they do not want to have to put up with a boss's disrespect, they would infact prefer to be in prison than work for an arse, or work around people who are disrespectful. So, respect is a big issue, and this was an issue not even discussed in the Private school sector where it is notable, that students have a certain level of respectfulness, so what the local high schools produce in this area is worrying. Why this issue is not dealt with in all schools, is an area of great concern - stupid little girls in department of education.-- Good thing my workplace now is in seclusion, as my respect of such little girl bims has run out!! Everyone you encounter from age 18 onwards will try to steal from you in one form or another – EVERYONE, not only strangers, but also including long term friends and family. A lot of the women that you went to school with including younger ones in other forms; most of them will steal from you. If 1 girl, or a group of girls, sees another girl stealing from me, then THEY ALL COPY HER and steal from me – grown adults do this – women are unbelievably stupid. “Steal and Stupid” – all other women you encounter, remember! You can’t trust ANY women after you leave school. NONE. So far there has been no exceptions, you need to know this when you are 18. Jealousy is an EXTREME PROBLEM in Australia (with all the 3rd born, 4th, 5th…morons), and you need to keep your “wins”, a secret. Actually, and this is a bit of a secret, but working for you, Emily, is actually not worth it, because people can read you like an open book, especially as you’re not married. I would go so far to say, it is not worth working unless you’re married! because people suck – they discriminate against singles, (also another secret when you're at school). But when you're young, you have heaps of energy, (this dissipates over the years), so this is the time in your life when you ought to be working hard and making money, but there's no point in working for a job that pays minimum wage, it'll be a waste of your time, and you'll be used by your employer - so good luck with that. Your plan of not having kids is perfect. Maybe you should have got a sales job in the spa and sauna industry? To hell with a career. They steal from you - they steal everything, any money that you earn, any money that you receive in anyway, they will figure out how to steal it. Not just criminals, but the government, the police, the electricity company – they all want to steal from you, and DO. (And get away with it – I am at the point now in 2026 where I have police stalking me, reading my Blog, then copying whatever story I write about – so if I update a story stating how my x landlord would prefer to go on a power trip rather than have clean carpet – the dog next door will break in and cut up your floor with a Stanley knife – many other copycat things they do now – utter stupidity, and I believe it is actually the police doing that, since I winge to them about all the petty theft and how they don’t do anything about it -3 speeding tickets since moving to QLD, none at Gunnedah, $1000 and first one at least definatly NOT speeding). There's even no point in having any good ideas or inventing anything awesome, because the dogs will just steal it! Best way you can spend your money is on food, because you eat it, and so they can't get it, once you've eaten it!! (They do steal your food later when you move to Queensland, you have to throw out your second freezer, as they just steal food from it. They steal food every time you leave the house infact, and they have major connections with big conglomerates, who can switch the power off, switch cameras off, copy keys, they can do whatever they please, money is no object when it comes to stealing; from me stealing is the main thing, even if it cost them more to do it, it seems. It is some sort of rebellious lifestyle encouraged by musicians who hate sweet pleasant ‘sweet talkers’. { ♫ Got to pic a pocket or 2…) Stupid manipulative musicians. But police a big problem. Cannot travel up to Mackay as they give me speeding ticket – old retired police officers are on Facebook and are incahoots with Mackay police – luring me with cheap good items. So, they ignore all other drivers in peak hour traffic – and just stop me – definite target. They are pathetic cowards. One old man I saw good have been that fake ambulance driver at Gin Gin who paid $20 for my $1000 generator. They are total thieves Another is most people will “sell out”, by that I mean after they have kids and are settled into their life, they will do ‘amoral’ things inorder to keep their family in money; like sell cigarettes (known killers) and push pokie machines onto the poor and addicted. Or use people for personal gain at their detriment. Also, and this happens to everyone, young and old, not just me; when arranging with someone a time to meet in the future, expecting someone to remember exactly what time, is not going to happen – they just forget. So, one person turns up at 12, the other person turns up at 1230 “ I thought you said 12” “no no you definitely said 1230” etc etc. Whether it be through fault of memory, or evil forces at play to re-havoc on the humans, there's always problems in this situation, and it happens to absolutely everyone, my suggestion is always giving "a time" in writing, just write it on a piece paper and say “that's the time, don't lose that paper”. It will be hard, but try not to throw anything out, like that old crêpe skillet – you will want it later. So only buy good essential items, you have to keep moving on your own, it gets too hard later. And buy a really good stainless steel cook set ( 2 saucepans, 2 frypans, 2 large stock pots) when you're 18 - it will last you the rest of your life (providing nobody steals it, probably worth even getting your name engraved on each piece.) I am writing this as I am today, a renter, but ideally and I want to make this very clear here, as I have noted renters are victims, they are at the mercy of stupid rental girls, or pervert landlords or bad neighbourhoods….the list goes on. You have to buy a house when you're 18, and start paying off your mortgage as soon as you start working (unless you go to uni or TAFE, then as soon as you get your first job at 21 or so). A 10year mortgage is ideal. But you definitely need to be purchasing your first house right then, and avoid the whole rental situation. Even when studying, you need stable living conditions, obviously if your parents don't live close by I recommend purchasing them a house near their study, maybe only to later sell it again once they finished. Obviously you can't purchase your own home at that age without a deposit and good credit rating - so you'll need your help from parents. So, if your parents haven't provided this for you at 18, you can write them off as “uncaring”, because this is really important. There is so much competition today, one can't possibly get ahead, unless this happens at this age. The ugly truth. There are female “friend networks” who work like a pack of dogs to ‘prize’ money out of other people, especially women. Be very careful with every scent you spend. Every $1 is being fought for by the dogs, all the time. There are heaps of fakers in Australia, fake beauty therapists, fake masseuses, fake healers, fake podiatrist, fake physiotherapists. It’s not always a case of ‘you pay for what you get’. Also, if someone does something for you, it is an effort for them, so don’t take anything or anyone for granted. Not that I think I did, but young people don’t think about ALL the work that maybe involved in the situation, still self-orientated. Another useful thing I think it would've been good to know as a young person, is if you have anyone in charge of you, organising something, there's a good chance that the whole thing is about them, and something for them to do, and something for them to brag about; street cred in society. It’s a big thing for often older ‘family’ type people. Because this whole street credit is kind of a new thing for a school leaver, a child doesn't fully understand pecking order (because it’s stupid – ALL people ought to be respected regardless of their job title), so peoples motivation is often simply to put themselves in “respectable position”. So, what you're doing maybe totally pointless, irrelevant and useless to you, but it will be good for the person in charge’s image. Infact, what I mean by pointless working; in Australia there is a ‘thing’ to work for the sake of working, so as long as you get to take home the pay check at the end of the week, it doesn’t seem to bother the powers that be if they are not doing something constructive and serves absolutely no point at all, and by the way, nor does the government, as long as you know there’s “job creation” so they can be deemed ‘honest, respectable, hard-working, citizen’, then they don’t care if they work is pointless! This to me is absolutely absurd. I have a huge problem dealing with this kind of issue, it totally lacks common sense. I mean it would be better just vegging out watching movies doing a bit of gardening, than working for absolutely no reason whatsoever, aside from the pay check. Most things on Telly or in Movie are bullshit. Schindler's List : “Schindler's Lifts”, since 1874 (it’s a business). They start product placing in school. YouTube later is helping. If you ever have to work standing up at a table, you have to make sure the table is high enough for you specifically, because if it's not up near elbows, there's some sort of spine thing going on involving you leaning slightly across the table it doesn't hurt at the time but this affects you later. And, you should know most people don’t really give a toss about what bad people get up to, like I’ve told certain people who the thieves are in town - and nothing happens. No one gives a rats arse. Plus, you will have other women going around trying to ‘play sides against you’, but the worse thing about that, is the other women have no problems in playing this bitch game - like it’s fun for them regardless if they believe the horrible gossip or not. So, you will have absolute complete strangers who you have never encounted before, being extremely disrespectful and rude to you – so that’s why – dogs playing sides! - some stupid jealous twit who probably just does not like your hair, and wants other people to chastise you (fully sick people who I do not even know) - The Common Enemy - women are completely mentally retarded, plus those girls doing it would have no idea that the manipulator has a major mental health problem at all. Most likely sexually depraved. Although, I really put that whole thing down to stupidity more so than mental health issue. Most people are really stupid, and when you are 18 – you just really didn’t know the extent of people’s stupidity - it just would’ve been nice to be warned about it I think. {George Orwell, (famous writer), has put this behaviour down to "hate" as in, people who have been around hateful people, like if their parents are hateful; people who constantly bitch, and pick on other people, a lot, (I know they exist), then the offspring behaves in this manner. I have encounted a lot of girls in my time – where I can see their family, either mother or father, or both, are “haters”.} One more: I remember going to a friend’s house when I was 18 for dinner, and I had problems with her brother who seemed to be just “in my face”, he was like obsessed with every move I made, and not in a good way - he was kind of making fun of me, like one of those naughty children who mimics their parent (like on that episode on friends) - he was being basically an arsehole. He was 17 then I think. So, I had no experience with this kind of behaviour at that time, this was pretty much the first time it happened, {but it certainly wasn't the last - this seems to be a common thing that idiot boys do}. I guess going to an all-girls school, I wasn't really familiar with it, plus certainly none of the boys I knew in our circle of friends would be behaving in such a disrespectful manner. So, I'm thinking what I should've said to him in the scheme of things, and to stay amicable with his family for dinner, was call him out by his name, and say “hey! are you right there, obsessing about what I do, watching my every move - like a PUPPY DOG!!” - I'm pretty sure if I had said something like that, that would've been the end of the situation, because no young Mucho man wants to be known as a puppy dog! And I actually thought of something else to put here, not sure if it's the best spot, but it's a problem in this 2026 update, and actually is a good summary of my life atm as a single lady; writing about my life and my blog, in public arena, I sometimes get the feedback that I must have been disrespectful for that person to behave in that bully manner towards me. - Man, this infuriates me! because no! I was not being disrespectful, this person has just acted in this way because of their own personal issue, whether they're having a bad hair day or they think I'm too ugly to take seriously, (this happens a lot), or they discriminate against me on basis of sex or race, or their friend told them to be a dog bitch because their friend didn't like me.......I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this at least five times now on my blog, but it's it's so annoying that I have to talk about it again. As again like this morning "oh you should've been respectful" - granted that person was a total arrogant narcissist, and anything such a person says should be taken with a grain of salt but, it still infuriates me. And especially because I have found in life that if you're a man it's perfectly fine to be arrogant, but if you're a woman, you will get totally shunned. But I have been surrounded by so many turkeys at this point in my life, that the way I feel about most people, compared to me and some other people that I have encountered, my attitude is going to have an air of arrogance, I have no control in regards to this personality trait now, as there have been so many nasty, awful, horrid, bullies who are cruel to animals, and they litter.......(the littering one being the most important factor as to why I feel far worthier than some… ). What I find a comical about it is because I'm unemployed, which is where the issue lies with seemingly all the dogs – (total disdain for the unemployed), well actually I'm not unemployed but I do receive unemployment benefits to supplement any income I make from seeds because my seeds only sell for $4, so I don't make enough money to live off selling seeds. In fact, I fall well below the tax-free threshold - meaning I don't pay tax because I don't earn enough, as per the government tax rules. However, I have noted they have recently changed the Tax-free threshold to include any money sales - and this I believe was done because I have these stupid little boy monkees on my back: they could be the police, the tax department, or just some dog idiots out there who think because I don't pay tax that I'm breaking the law. So now that they have changed this, and it’s a big nuisance as I have to lodge my tax return and go through all that red tape – and they make it so I cannot put in my business expenses, which would automatically counteract any profit by a long shot– business expenses include rent and the use of a car – so that is all the money I have anyway, a little left over for food. They are dogs, deliberatley making that part of the tax form not work – its all online now, before I used to do it in the paper tax form, it was actually much simpler than it is now – but I do have it nerds that wreck everything, so maybe they are just wrecking that part of the digital lodgement? So, whereas before last year, I didn't have to do that -I could just lodge the ‘non-lodgement form’ to declare my income – although I always sent them a copy of my sales sheet anyway – I could fit a whole year on 1 pdf page! Lol - I like things simple!! So, I think the Tax people have done that purely because of all the boymonkees who follow me and hounded me thinking that I'm not paying tax -and in fact I've just had to pay the police $1000, and I think it might be related to second hand goods that I'm selling on Facebook marketplace, which have already had Tax paid on them. I do not have to pay tax on my 2nd hand goods, only on plant sales. (Last year my landlord asked me to sell some of his old shed junk on FBMP, as he could not work the internet due to his finger problems. So, I did, I sold a few items for him, about 20, if that, – after a while in September infact, September 2025, suddenly the stealing started up AGAIN. So I stopped selling his stuff, as the 1st, 2nd and 3rd items stolen, were stolen when I was talking to my landlord and we had gone up to his shed. Direct correlation. (An assortment of crockery was stolen). My landlord gave me 10% of the sale, except sometimes he forgot and did not give me anything – he is a bit dodgy, he used to have a second-hand shop. So, it was not much money, but more than my seeds. Maybe the police are taxing me for his items?? – they would do something stupid like that. Make me the scapegoat. So, then I do not think it would be the tax office or the police……, as the money does not add up, they are stealing way more than any money I received from Steves 10% or my fb sales. So just stupid dog thugs stealing, maybe as an excuse to steal – “got to declare to gov”??? -idiots. Sometimes I think they see my triton Ute and assume I am making money and not declaring it – where as infact I purchased the Ute with dads inheritance which again has already been taxed. The tax man gets my income every year – as does Centrelink – as does the bank; I hate cash, as people steal it out of my wallet, so I always deposit any money from cash sales immediately. Although I will no longer, as I will no longer be selling my plants to Mackay people – as it is Mackay police who steals from me. They miss out on the pink native beauties. Ha. And people in Sarina and surrounding areas do not buy native plants – no one even gardens around here, let alone spend money on plants! Plus, I have hardly any 2nd hand stuff to sell since most of it has been stolen. No hope at all, the dogs make sure of it. Stupid stupid stupid thieves. I only have this problem BECAUSE I AM SINGLE. And so, see; when certain people encounter me, they don't understand why I would be feeling “cocky” about anything – to them I am just an unemployed loser, - for them it's like my personality doesn't really match my lifestyle!!! But I know I am righteous, I don’t waste my money on alcohol or drugs; I just have to laugh at those people, because it's a perfect example of how they 'play class' and they make assumptions: humans ARE STUPID. And btw, I have a major money shortage. There is no secret excess!! How could you possibly think any other way? Are you that delusional?? Yes that thief is. RACK OFF. And who does anything about this unfair theft – NO ONE. No police. No politician. No landlord. No friend. No neighbour. No family. No one. No point in any of them. and no, I am not going to get hitched for the sakes of stupid thieves – rack off you too. 21 Exactly just WHO am, I talking too I think today, after eating lunch, Telstra called me, stating they were from Centrelink complaints – Government Services. And wanted to address the complaint that I put in 2 mnths prior, concerning how Centrelink address complaints; will they get back to me by email or phone, - so I choose email, but they actually are not allowed to correspond via email, for identity purposes – but they still have the email option there! And if I choose it – well quite frankly I expect to be contacted by email with a proper response, (I require a response in writing, as I know what they are like). So that was my complaint. But this woman wanted to address the original real complaint I had made before that minor email/phone complaint, which, I believe involved discrimination. She wanted me to state on the phone that I was discriminated against, because they thought I had money, and so they refused me a Centrelink benefit. This is what she wanted me to state on the phone, but I did not state this, because, for them, it is not a valid legal discrimination. Even if it’s true, (which it is). But, so, I know, there’s no point in complaining about it. However, as I know it is a valid complaint that’s why I mentioned it in my reasons which may have involved discrimination. I have also written about it extensively on my blog. I hope you can understand what was going on here, because all is not what it seemed. Now the reason why I say I think it was Telstra that called me, saying they were from Centrelink complaints, is because whenever anyone calls me along such lines - as wanting me to talk about something specific, something perhaps of a derogatory nature….there are girls in the background giggling. I have mentioned it before on my blog – they used to call me regularly about a wide and varied array of topics, and in the background are girls giggling – like NOT a proper workplace environment, infact it kind of sounds like a brothel, (or what I would perceive a brothel may sound like if there’s a lot of waiting around). And usually, those calls are accompanied with theft of some sort. I am pretty sure it’s the dogs, and I’m pretty sure they’re from Telstra. For some reason there are dogs who work at Telstra and they have been harassing me in this manner for as long as I can remember in my adult life - they are stupid dogs and will be going to hell. NOT FUNNY. {I do happen to have a brothel story, somewhere along the lines of Alice in Wonderland, - it was related to clothing needs by such courtesans. As much as the dogs would like me to share that story, I will not be sharing that story. Even though it was not of a derogatory nature. I also had other clothing customers from the ‘trade’, as a dressmaker in Enmore, who would visit the shop. Suffice to say the girls in that brothel had more dignity and class than the dogs who work at Telstra and Centrelink}. 22. Example of people who should mind their own business (and rack off) Fighting medalling Mary nazi bimbo types Example of people who should mind their own business (and rack off) Fighting medalling Mary nazi blonde bimbo types Over the years with my experience, and with other people‘s experience, I have come to the conclusion, that it is not just me, that gets ‘Pounced on’ by the “hall monitor” type of person. Here are some examples where those nonthinkers (or as I like to nickname them, “retarded dogs”), should mind their own business and rack off. One time, many years ago, I was at a petrol station and I was there with my brother, and he left to pay, so it was just me and we both had a cigarette, we both smoked (young and foolish days…) so after Daniel left, some guy came up to me (he waited till Daniel was gone) and then absolutely started chastise me for smoking at the petrol station, I mean he was really having a go, like a rabid dog. FUCK OFF YOU STUPID POWER TRIPPING COWARD pick on someone your own size you fucking dick head - And in case you’re not aware, no PUBLIC petrol station in the history of time has ever been blown up due to someone smoking. STUPID1993 blue FORD convertible CAPRI driver. Small. Another time that resonates a lot, also, many years ago, because I was so worked up about it; I was forced to take my cats to a cattery, because my sister‘s flatmate suddenly announced she had an allergy, and I couldn’t stay there, she was a bitch, but anyway, so I had to take them to the cattery and this cattery insisted, that they won’t take them because they weren’t vaccinated against cat flue, and I was furious about this because I do not believe in the virus cat flu vaccination at all, it’s a total moneymaking scam, but I had no choice, and I had to go to the vet which was a huge ordeal, scratched by one of my cats, and pay, you know a huge amount of money to get all four vaccinated, then take them back to the cattery. And at the cattery, there was NO other cats there, mine were the only ones, and they had so insisted that they get them vaccinated so not to be contagious to the other cats - THERE’S NO OTHER CATS! I mean, this is a perfect example of stupid bimbo nonthinking Nazis. You know, take these rules and shove them up your arse. If you can’t apply common sense to good people‘s good intentions, of when they make up these rules, and you’re just plain stupid. Such as the people who owned that cattery. The confusion amongst the public about potential weeds; for instance, the beautiful Arum Lily is a weed in a specific small tiny area in Western Australia, it’s not a significant problem, but it’s recognised to be a known weed. So, then the whole rest of Australia (women in particular) have deemed Arum lilies to be a weed everywhere, and should be banned, and if you have an Arum Lily, they’ll chastise you for it “that’s a weed, that’s weed that’s weed” – pleased that they can tell someone, that they are doing something wrong, and want to shout it. (Again, power tripping idiots) In fact, it’s not just the beautiful Arum Lily, I’ve had countless women tell me about different plants and what I should grow/not grow, like Cerinthe, which is by far, not a weed threat, at all, it’s just an exotic, and the kind of people telling me about these things, vary from stupid nonthinking non-gardeners, to even gardeners, and industry people, who know better. One person, who also recognised this stupid nazi factor about what people do (bandwagon mentality), they were so annoyed about it, (it was about Pampas grass), back in the day, there was a big issue about Pampas grass, about how you shouldn’t grow Pampas grass in Australia because it be a weed. So, this particular person, bought a whole vacant block in Gunnedah, and planted the whole block out with Pampas grass! So, being a Nazi Hall monitor type, and trying to boss other people around, will backfire. People will eventually say enough is enough and they will act in a rebellious manner like this person did. If neighbour starts a fire BBQ or incinerator in their backyard – I had one neighbour in Melbourne spying on me, (NO high temperature summer fire ban), and when he saw I was preparing the incinerator, he literally yelled out from behind an 8ft fence “don’t you dare start that fire” FUCK OFF YOU PERVERT If you knit during a show (one famous knitting lady was chastised during an opera performance, for knitting, by a man in his 40’s who was sitting nearby) OBVIOUS POWER TRIPPER who just wanted to yell at a victim. Also, there is a hall monitor here at kookaburra Park who monitors the rubbish bin area, and the mail locker area. From my perspective, it is quite extraordinary, exactly how ‘dog like’ this person is. It is a total territorial instinct, that comes from a dog, it’s like they haven’t quite evolved out of ‘animal phase’ fully, into being a human. Their main job so it seems, is to monitor who is leaving rubbish in the rubbish bins, (I don’t believe there’s been any rubbish related problems?) And, also to monitor who is collecting their mail, plus also to write annoying disrespectful messages on the blackboard, and remove other people’s notices from the noticeboard. I suspect they also throw out people‘s donations, as in, if someone has got something they don’t want, and it still is valuable, they will leave it at the mail locker area for someone else to take (good idea, and people do not leave their rubbish there), I suspect the hall monitor doesn’t want anything left down there, they want it all neat and clean, (again the territorial issue) and so if something is not taken after a day, they throw it out - obviously, it is a woman doing this hall monitoring. Actually, I think it’s Sharyn Kahukiwa. Or some girl named Teagan? Although anyone who contacts me in a coward manner like she did, later, usually give themselves fake names. That stupid short blonde woman - I think she’s part albino, she came up to me one time at the mail lockers, and just started yelling at me. She was unbelievably stupid – and absolutely retarded when it comes to knowing boundaries with people, and knowing whether you’re wanted in the situation or not. (This tells me she grew up in a situation all her life, where she was not wanted. Stupid parents too obviously). Absolutely clueless woman. I later believe that woman tried to defend herself saying she had mental health problems. Well, I don’t think it is a mental health problem, I think it’s just plain STUPIDITY. And also, I’m pretty sure that was the stupid short blonde woman following me at the removalist place. She was there video recording me at the counter as I was paying them for the rental truck (they were stealing from me in the form of overcharging) - fucked if I know what she was doing there, and why she was recording me, but obvious; another STALKING BIMBO again AGAIN. Now where is that sign on my forehead that says ‘please follow me around, and act like a stupid bitch’, or even, ‘why don’t you come up to me and start yelling at me?’ {She could have been the short woman at the Dr’s who started bitching about my foot too?} I know about the little birdy network, so incase no one has told that stupid short blonde bimbo; YOU ARE NOT ACTUALLY WANTED , SO GO HOME AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. By the way, I’m pretty sure this is not the short blonde from Gunnedah who was stalking me and stealing from me too. This one was a different weight, much bigger frame. But I think there may be a general theme going on here with short blondes; STUPID. RACK OFF There are heaps more…. As I’ve been writing my blog, more and more I come to the realisation, that this is a big theme in Australia, fighting off the stupid nazi non-thinking hall monitor types. And how that personality type tends to pick on people they perceive as ‘mouse type’ people, or really by mouse type, I mean people who are not outspoken, or in positions of power, or are young, or on their own…. But those kinds of people are often pretty smart, much smarter than the non-thinking hall monitor type. I have witnessed a lot of people in positions of power coming up with rules, just because they can, and not because there is any merit to those rules. Often the rules are stupid. One always has to apply common-sense, in any situation. (Someone from the police later told me, most people who work there do not have any common sense, that’s why they have their “rules”). I know I might be asking lot here, for the hall monitor type to apply common sense, TRY. Do yourself a favour. Artwork for this story is my Umbrella Woman 23. Bundaberg / Gin Gin Truck driver stealing petrol money from Taxpayers This truck driver hoons up the road, turns around at Bullyard and hoons back. Sometimes they compression break, usually at about 4am. But they continue going back and forth, usually till about 9am, then they leave, ending with beep beep beep,- boasting about stealing tax payers money. Girls organize it. (sometimes this happens) POLLUTERS - all petrol engines emit a toxic fume that causes lung cancer - YOU WAKE UP This truck has a specific loud noise and a kind of swooshing noise. This truck driver is disturbing the peace in the whole neighbourhood. And is a nuisance. Bugga off Australian polluting noise makers. (Truck shown is not truck that is the problem one - free google image) Perhaps Bundaberg Council should introduce “Adopt a Highway” like they do in Alaska! Try to encourage nuisance truckdrivers to instead of racing up and down stupidly on this Bundaberg gin Gin Rd, he/she can perhaps stop his truck there for the morning, and collect all the rubbish along side of the road, make sure the signs are in good order, or mow the sides of the road - just do something actually worthwhile. I recall in Gunnedah they decided to make up a little new department in Council for creative girls with nothing else better to do, and of course, who were unemployed and looking for work. In the new department, they named their project “The Beautification Project”. And the most beautiful and obvious thing they did, was one of the large main roundabouts was planted with hundreds of ornamental flowers, like colourful poppies, so a hidden 5-6am automatic sprinkler system was also installed. It was absolutely gorgeous, and a joy to drive past. It makes such a difference to people‘s attitudes when they see something so public, and so beautiful, that’s obviously had care and a little bit of money put into it. It gives people a sense of pride which intern makes them act more responsibility and respectfully. {I don’t believe any of those flowers were stolen - I did seem to enjoy them for quite some time before they faded} I’ve noticed since posting this, trucks disappear at set times, but they’re still always around constantly annoying the whole community. I’m pretty sure there’s copycat trucks, who copy previous trucks, ones that I have talked about, and now there are trucks trying to compression brake, because maybe there’s some truckdrivers who have never compression braked, and don’t even know what it is, so they drive by my house and try to do it! I found in life, everyone copies absolutely everything, it’s weird. Someone once suggested to me that I shouldn’t write down all of these bad things that people do because then there’s just going to be a whole heap of copycats. She kind of does make a fair point, but in my opinion, these problems are so big and continuous, it’s not until I write them down and acknowledge them that they disappear. I’m guessing they’ll will copy the stealing, as I know they have done, now, it seems all retailers are stealing from me. But, well, at least over the last 3 mnths or so, I have only had 3 items stolen (pen on string, green rod and birth certificate) maybe they have changed from weekly to monthly, as a result of this blog?? I suggest, if you have any problems like this, write it down put it on a blog or put it somewhere. 24. Not Gay, he’s just a Bitch Why is it some People Think Certain Men are Gay when they're Not I was thinking one day, why it is, that some people think certain men are gay, when they're not. Well, I have worked out why; it is it's because those particular men have a common learnt trait, and that trait is “bitch”. I find it happens to men particularly if they're close to their mothers, been raised by their mothers, or have many sisters and are close to women. They simply learn how to be bitch! For instance, if you think of those 2 famous characters on TV; Jerry Seinfeld and Chandler Bing from Friends; both of those gentlemen sometimes received comments from women about how they thought they were gay. And it's specifically because those characters make bitchy often sarcastic comments. It could not be any more obvious! Only just this morning someone online from an Adobe forum (who had an icon of an old man, and said his name was Larry), but he implied to me that I was lucky to be using the program that I am using, and I should be lucky and grateful. I thought well you know, that is a bitchy thing to say, as it implies for starters, that I am ungrateful in the first place. So, I told him, I was, then asked him if he was actually a girl? He said he wasn't. So, this is another perfect example. I bet he gets confused by other people too if they didn't know that he was happily married. I think I should make, it my personal mission too, to rid the world of “bitch” character in men. It’s bad enough we all have to endure women. But “bitch” in a man, well, it’s disgusting, and certainly a turn off! It is definatly a dysfunction. Raised by bitch mother; you could not wish that upon your worst enemy! I would go so far as to say it’s a mental health issue! Actually, I also thought of another factor, and that is sport. I am thinking men who didn't play sports as a child, in particular team sports, don't learn how to have that kind of "tough macho competitive - I'm going to eat you alive" attitude, that some sports instil. I know when I was a child I didn't really play any team sports, I did horse riding and swimming, solo sports. And I think that is why I'm a little different from a lot of other girls, and had such difficulties at my first job at Bonds, with all the other “tough macho bitch type” women there, basically all of the women who worked at Bonds were that type? Actually, looking at the big picture of that whole scenario, that is a little odd, and most definite a dysfunction going on in that company. I remember my Aunt too, in fact I've mentioned this before, but she must've realised at some point that her only son was a sweet and gentle boy, and that this was going to lead to some problems, so she took him down to Saturday morning sports in Balmain, as much as she would not like to do that as a single mother; going down with all the other parents every Saturday, she would've hated it actually (just the same as I would hate doing something like that), but she felt sport would have been that important. She probably noticed the difference too with mum’s (her sister) 4 kids, as we all played multiple sports of some sort. Image above is me in my car port at new location in the subtropics – taken just before I chopped of all my hair – too hot for long hair here . 25. Roof going on Back Deck November 2020 Cate Rogers, Winfried Hoerr and Andrew Kell y My landlord put a roof on my deck for Christmas! At the time I was ‘stoked’, but that was apart of her sales plan, so not good for a renter. See Cate Rogers in the stripes, that’s the landlord, her ex of 7yrs in the green, Winfried Hoerr, who lives just across the Park, who helped build this house together with the builder across the Rd - David Hooker. They steal from me. And stalk me. And on the roof, Cates current Andrew Kelly, they live together with Cates adopted son Raj, in town, in Gin Gin, but purchased a house in Bargara, so prob live there now. So, this is the back of the house. I’m taking the photo and standing in bushland here at kookaburra Park. The deck roof has 2 big skylights in it too, so I now have a beautiful fern collection underneath the Veranda. Ferns love the weather here, just as long as they don’t dry out. Actually a pretty good house for a single. Open plan. Big. And constructed well with good insulation on the roof. Juicy gossip; whilst Cate was having a relationship with Win, he said that they should wait before they have kids, and after seven years, the truth came out he didn’t actually want kids, and never did! So, she broke up with him, and out of spite travelled to India, and adopted an Indian son, and called him Rajesh. I have to mention something, not about the fact that her reasons for having a child were absolutely disgusting, but the name Rajesh; there are heaps of women (mainly Indian ones) who are naming their Indian sons Rajesh, because the Indians are (like the English) so hung up on the class system still, and Rajesh translates to Lord of all kings, as in, the top of the class system. I just feel somebody has to come along and point this out, and their absurdity; why don’t you just call your son Rajesh the magnificent! BTW, if your read my story in regards to that woman “Wainberg child (now in her 50’s)” on About P2,you will understand my reasons for this: she is someone who is fully unfit to be a mother, she would be a terrible mother, one of the worst kinds. And as I’ve seen her now with her son, she uses her adopted Indian child for her own personal power tripping, using him for control. Thus, completes her fully dysfunctional life. 26. These are the Kinds of People that Email me, contact me – ‘yuk’ people (Photo showed screenshot of my Arum Lilly gumtree add, with a comment from someone named Bob “Seriously is there something wrong in your brain.”) It’s like there are no normal people left, and all I am surrounded by are bully-ars-bitches like this. Pretty much on every listing I get some moron make similar comments, or sometimes they text me or leave crap voice message. Mostly they call and hang up. Sometimes they call and instead of leaving a voice message, they play music on the voice message. IDIOTS – rack off you nuisance clueless 3rd borns. On the next photo story I originally had here, it showed a couple cleaning, with mops and brushes and the like. I said on it "If anyone thinks I need help, please send a cleaner over as soon as possible, otherwise bugger off." I mean it! What with so many bloody women meddling, and thinking they are helping- AS IF, get real, and stop power tripping. 27. If there were no 3rd borns the whole of the entertainment industry would probably close down The Show Offs For many years now, I have noticed this phenomena of people wanting to impress me, and show off their skills. It mainly is women who do it, because apparently, women have been oppressed for so long, and have been out of the workplace, and don’t have any skills, so now that there are many women in the work place, who have learnt some very clever skills indeed, I am finding, they want to tell people about it, and show off! “Look how clever I am”. J I have seen amazing things from people in a vast array of industries. And quite frankly, I love seeing people show off their skills to me, I never feel jealous or threatened. I just am usually in awe {unfortunately unlike a lot of other women, I have noticed they are to threaten to handle show offs}. Maybe I should start keeping a list of all the talented skilled people I encounter! I also have noticed, that some people I encounter, seem to be showing off in front of me, and they don’t appear to be showing off to me, but they’re showing off to somebody else! I’m not entirely certain who? Is there someone standing behind me? I can only imagine they’re showing off to the ‘powers that be’. Maybe the media, radio people? Maybe they are showing off to God? Who knows. It is as if they are showing off to the whole world. Afterwards, I notice, someone always drives past and beeps, as if to say, they did show off, and they ‘out showed’ you!! I find people very weird to imply such a thing. I often feel like some of those show offs, are seeking love and attention, and don’t realise their dysfunction. There “need to please”, stemming from their slightly dysfunctional parent’s parenting skills. Their personality formed as a young’n and carrying through into their adult life. Glad I don’t have that need to please. But it is kind of fun seeing people who want to impress you. I also think it comes from having a big brother or big sister, and wanting to impress them. I do believe it’s a privilege being a 1st born. Although, if there were no 3rd borns, the whole of the entertainment industry would probably close down! (Another little story I wrote years ago, but is missing). 28. Public Movie Scenario Creators There is an element of total copycat retardation that is going on; what happens is certain people recreate scenarios from films and try and implement same situations into reality, for instance, there was a new release; Back to The Future 3, I think, not really a fan, and suddenly I had people appearing in cars (that car above – same car as ‘starred’ in that movie) as if out of nowhere, out on those quite country roads, out back of Gunnedah. Not sure if this is a good example, and if you can grasp what I mean, but they do it and have done it to me, multiple times over many years now. Those people are ruthless, they appear to be marketing women, and have no respect for me, their greed makes them blind. I also noticed news readers on channel 7 or 9, copy movie stories that are being made at the time, and invent a fake news story that mimic’s the movie story. (As in the opposite of what usually happens). Now, every one loves a good movie - but movie makers are not GODS. 29. Companies which never paid me my super Image clothing, closed now Jodie Boffa Designs, closed now Discovery clothing – still ripping young girls off, I bet. Gazal, also still ripping young girls off, I bet. Grave Attire (Lisa Fry), closed now None of the domestic nanny/housekeeping positions paid, except one. (This is a disgraceful area to work in, do NOT work for some housewife, ever.) Landlords (in exchange for “‘reduced” ‘rent, Peter Long, Darcy Alexander Ward (do not ever accept an arrangement that includes working for your landlord, they are dodgy thieves. Work requires proper hourly rate plus some…) That Fish and Chip shop in Gunnedah, closed now Gunnedah Abattoirs, closed now (if you don’t give a girl her privacy, the whole world is going to go to chaos. ha ha) The Pool Kiosk, Straun! New owners now The Emergency Button, Mitzy Skyring Alterations in Double Bay South Pacific Fabrics, King! Quite a few catering companies I worked for back in my early twenties (omg I was so underpaid when I was working) Could be more? Basically, NONE of my employers paid my super, except 2; Bonds (now defunct or in China), and one Financial Planner I worked for as a Nanny, not a good job, but he, btw, was the only employer that paid me a proper wage, not just the minimum or less, PLUS, not only did he pay my super, but he actually tracked me down after I left to find out my Super account details, he got the white pages and looked up my family name, and found me this way. I can see he’s going straight to heaven on judgment day, unlike anyone else I have ever met (except mum! And possibly the families I grew up around in Gunnedah, except the Whites). You know, not much incentive to work, when you’re not getting paid properly. Life is a bitch, I recommend NOT having kids. Australia you have no idea how to look after your young and ensure the future of this country, instead you have allowed Chinese manufactures to take over the world. The Chinese have pipped you at the post, and the way Chinese parents raise their young is where it starts – single child families. AND, I have noticed, you have much better chance of getting paid properly, if you work for a male boss. Female employers can’t be trusted at all, they will try and steal from you and rip you off any way they can, especially if they think no one is looking. There are no exceptions to that rule, in my experience. 10 out of 10 women will steal from me in some form, they are all little girls still. Often, I notice people’s thinking is very short-term; they see an opportunity and think, “oh no one is looking, I could get away with doing that” But they don’t think into the future, that someone will look back into the past, which I can assure you, will, and does happen - there are people born with such destiny, watch out! (Unfortunately, in Australia, in most cases those people have friends who then proceed to protect them, and lie to cover for them. But I know, I, will persist) also, the “myGov lost superannuation” women, will lie and say no there is no super put aside for you, as to whom is lying may be questionable. Best advice, pay attention to these details when your young; why they do not teach about these issues in Secondary education is beyond comprehension! Minimum wages, wages vs salaries, industry sector wages, average wage, holiday pay, super – that ought to be just the basics. They don’t even teach about money investments, like why you have to start saving as soon as you start working, and secure a home mortgage as soon as you can, encourage discussions with parents about paying for home deposits. It’s truly ridiculous. In fact, I don't recall ever in my whole childhood, in my home family, or within the school education system, public then private, where money was ever talked about, EVER! EVER! There was not one single class that mentioned money! Although in year 10, I recall my Asian studies teacher, a lovely Indian woman, very smart; went around the class and asked each of us what we were going to do when we left school (the only person to have asked me this question, ever), some kids had an idea of what they were going to do, and stated their career, and she would make comments sometimes “ah good, good money in that industry”. So that was the only time money was ever mentioned before age 20. Can you believe that? Even though the whole world only revolves around money, it was just not talked about. BIZARRE! Stupid parents, stupid teachers: bumble bumble. These issues ought to be made into an ongoing whole class subject every fortnight for Year 12 (possible even year 10) “Careers”. The whole point of school! They also ought to include financial hardships that people will face, they need to give real examples, like; when I was doing my horticulture course at Tafe, one of the girls there, said she was in class because she was “fired”, in a polite kind of way, more like ‘made redundant’, when she turned 21, from her child daycare job, because 21-year-olds requires more pay, than an 18-20 year-olds. So, while this behaviour is highly inappropriate, and I’m not sure, even legal, this kind of thing happens – so not legal, not fair, but still happens in life. Teach these issues, you non full thinking teachers. (The child-minding business was then called ABC childcare, in Gunnedah. I’m not sure if they’re still operating, but they are a chain). And by the way, so, they employ young 18-year-olds, who are fresh out of school, with no experience or skills, or training in childcare, so, I personally believe, you have to be completely nuts to send your child to a daycare centre. I even have issues sending them on to school when they turn 5 (I wouldn’t do it either). But sending them off into the care of some ‘institute’, before age 5, is absurd. Also, they don’t tell kids who leave, or consider leaving school in year 10, that there are many many many employers who won’t hire you unless you’ve completed your HSC. (Must have been a ‘thing’ back then), but even if they don’t really care about the marks you got, like they don’t care if you failed, but they care that you stuck it out at school and did the final exams. There are kids certainly back in my day who no one told them this very piece of useful information. The school curriculum is pathetic, and it is run by pathetic non thinking women who know nothing about life, and are only concerned about control over those kids. It’s a disgusting situation. If I had kids, I would never send my child to school, ever. Btw, if you do have kids, and (if for some reason, can’t send them off to school like usual), if, in those times, you can’t stand having your kids hang around during the day, then you shouldn’t have had kids! It’s not just Dep of Education that’s needs to wake up, wake up little mother bimbos. Life guidance is also required when parenting. Notice on the pie chart above , that of all the Government spending, that welfare, and unemployment is the SMALLEST section. Oh, I just remember my work experience, I have written about it before, I will mention it again: So, there was no mention to do work experience at school by the teachers. But mum for some reason, got it into her head that I should be doing work experience, and she arranged all of these places during my year 9/10/11/12 holidays. I also did more whilst at Fashion school holidays! I did something like 14 weeks of work experience. And I have to say what an absolute waste of my time that was. All of those employers taking on work experience kids just wanted to have a little slave, they didn't want to teach them, they just wanted them to do all the work that nobody else wanted to do. For free!! – mum, asleep. Well, I guess that could be considered work experience: learning that work sucks! I'm pretty sure I didn't need 14 weeks to learn that; I guess someone wanted to drill it into me! I do remember my mother going “you've got a start at the bottom in a company and work your way up” - that was her kind of life advice for me. Maybe that worked for some people, but in my experience that doesn't work, for most people once you get a lowly role, you are known for that position, and treated as such, very seldom to people get promoted, especially at a big company like Bonds. I mean unless somebody else, like one of their peers, like me for instance, promotes them: if I tell the boss ‘This person alongside of me is brilliant, they do their work properly, and etc etc’ then that person will no doubt be promoted, but like that hardly ever happens, I never saw anybody else doing that kind of other person promotion - they would rather promote themselves only. One week I did work experience at The Hilton, in the kitchen, it was year 9 school holidays when I was thinking of going to the Ryde Cookery school, {when I mention this to people, ages ago now, they have such a weird reaction, like “oooh the Hilton, she’s had a silver spoon”, So, I don't tell anyone anymore! When I was there, I recall I was the only female in the kitchen. It was a very professional domain. And I don't think this is an area of discrimination at all, because is bloody hard work being a chef, physically hard. Women will be able to do it for a while when they're young, but they won't be able to go the whole distance in my opinion. And that's what I got out of that work experience: this is not a suitable and appropriate environment for me to be working in. So, in that respect I was glad that I worked there. And there was one other place I hated, but because I worked there, I got my first job at Bonds, so I guess, was worth it in the end….mmm not really. I thought my mother was clueless about the workplace and what's involved, the physicality. The exhaustion. Guess she thought women only need to work for a few years then they will be off having kids and being married – like her and all her friends. Not quite mum!! I remember thinking when I was working at Image clothing, that if I could work part-time I would be much happier as a person, and more satisfied at having to work for someone else doing something that I didn't particularly like - it wouldn't matter so much if I had more free time to do what I wanted to do. So I tried to work part-time, there were other women in my company working part-time, but those women were on a much bigger wage than I was - they were on proper salaries, and I was more or less still on minimum wage, and you just can't cut your hrs if you're on minimum wage, as you can't make ends meet. I think if I had have been able to work 3 days instead of 5, I would still be down there working, maybe..... not sure? I always felt like I never really belonged in Sydney, I'm a country girl. I did notice in the country, before COVID-19 nobody worked from home aside from farmers, nobody else did, or was “allowed” to - and it was quite an area of nosey jealousy if anyone could work from home, like, “what are they doing that they can earn extra money from just being at home.....” Not sure what the situation is now after COVID-19. Someone mentioned to me that was because I didn't have a friend, a buddy, in my workplace, is why it didn't work out. They insisted this "friend factor" makes all the difference in the workplace. I thought about this, it sounded true, but then, I'm not too concerned if I don't have a "friend", I feel more it's a case of other people want me to have a friend, and if I don't then it's a reason to shun, as in "ha ha you don't have anyone to hold your hand!" Lol, other people, they have a problem with everything - it's a no win situation for me. I think too many housewives are having kids so they don’t have to be in the workplace. Also so they can boast and say “will you look at my baby just look at me” - they're not actually raising children for the future, to be independent. 30. The Brutal World of Money I've mentioned this before somewhere on my blog I couldn't find it so I thought it was probably worth talking about again, growing up in my family, four kids, mum and dad; we never talked about money. I don't ever remember having any conversations about money, I mean talking about money as it is in the world, like the way the world works, how people go to work for money, different incomes, lifestyles. Pretty much anything really money related just wasn't talked about in our family - for some weird bizarre reason. I mean, I had an understanding, I guess, I remember going on holidays and you know mum would be deciding what we do, and the kids would be going ‘let's do this let's do that’, and then she goes ‘oh no, we don't have enough money for that, we'll do this’. I can still hear her say “no mon no fun”. So, I guess along the way I kind of learnt that money is a good thing. But you know we didn't really go on too many family holidays anyway, and quite frankly I had more fun staying with grandma so I could go to the beach! Which looking back, didn't cost any money! Also, we weren't really given pocket money when we were young either, except, we could do chores like vacuuming or cleaning the cars, and mum would give us money like $1 or $.50. She was incredibly tight, looking back. I can't really remember ever having any money, except for once I had saved up $7 from vacuuming my room. And so, I needed a wallet to put my $7 in. So, when we were in town one trip, I got my wallet, and it guess how much it cost; $7! So, then I had a wallet but of course I had no more money! So, I thought, that whole thing was pointless. (Sound familiar? Reading that out loud to myself now; working in the workplace as an adult on minimum wage). But I don't remember having any money in my childhood, just that empty wallet sitting on the shelf in the playroom for the rest of my childhood! It wasn't till I went away to boarding school, and in the little pamphlet that mum read it says 'they recommend giving the girls $30 a term for spending money', and my mother, she's like WHAT! why on earth do I have to give more money after we are paying all this money for school fees! Like she just didn't understand why she would have to give me spending money! YOU know, maybe, just maybe, this might have something to do with the fact that now, I don’t have any money! Lol Actually, it’s not, that fact is way more complicated – but, I want to say: teach your kids about money, and I guess, some liberties as to what they can purchase with their money; see them make ‘mistake purchases’, like a child would, and then talk about it? I’m not the expert in this area. I imagine, if someone hears this story, who doesn't know me or my mother, they might think that my mother was this tyrannical Nazi Olga of a mother! - but she wasn't really at all, we had a lot of free reign as kids, and we seldom went without. I find a lot of kids, girls in particular, they often have mothers who try to tell them what to do in every situation, and control everything about their life (I believe it’s called micro-managing). I feel I'm fortunate that I did not have a mother like that, because that really damages those kids in my opinion, and it lasts their whole lifetime. Some employers although, try to do it, aswell as many ‘small’ people, they all try. {Best purchase I ever made was an Apple tag for my keys in 2022. In 2025, one time, I lost my keys in a haystack! Literally, about 6m² and 40cm deep hay that I had just spread out - it would've taken me hours to find them, and what a mess it would have been if it weren't for that Apple tag: I was able to get the location down to a 1m˚ area, then dig up, finally I found them with that annoying echo alarm it has!} The other issue I am aware that I had limited understanding of, was the value of items, like just because it looks old doesn't mean that you should throw it out - a child doesn't really understand sometimes the value of items. I wasn't the only child that didn't have these things explained and now there's a whole culture just chucking things out and buying new ‘plastic’ from China. I really think more of an attempt to explain the value of items ought to made to the young. Oh wait, I believe it’s too late; the world is chocked with rubbish and plastic. And I noticed that anything that I own that I think is worthless, or old and shabby, and not very good, like I did when I was younger - they'll always be someone who will hear you and thus try to aquire the item in passive sneaky ways, like confirming “oy yeah that’s crap, chuck it out”. So don't be so quick to write off anything. More money issues: I’ve had retailers trying to rip me off on practically every purchase I make, but the reason I am not angry about it, is because there are laws in place to protect the consumer, which I can use to my advantage to get my money back. All I have to do is contact the Department of fair trading - they investigate the case, and if I have been ripped off, they can tell the trader to give me my money back/ or exchange; or the consumer (me) can take them to tribunal, where possibly, more charges might be applied to them (which I’ve had to do 4 times btw). So, in NSW, at any rate, 10 out of 10 times, I got my money back (I should mention just over 100 cases was put in to the Department of fair trading, by me, against retailers trying to steal from me over as 10yr period -that’s a lot, it says a lot about the times we live in – it says a lot about how disrespectful the shop owners in Gunnedah and Tamworth are. It says a lot about how people will try and pull the wool over someone whose on her own. I’m thinking they should get ‘people’ into schools, from kindy up, and do a whole new class called Ethics and Morals) Anyway, Queensland Department of fair trading, however, is still in ‘naive fairy world’ where, all businesses are honest and all consumers are the enemy - and so far, they haven’t been able to do anything about any of the retail thieves that have ripped me off - so, actually, I am a little angry about those incidence’s, (totalling at least $3000 by now) and I have done separate name and shame photos/stories for them. (There’s a whole “he/she who has the most friends wins” in QLD; still living in mates rates times.) But for the most part of my spending life, I was able to recoup any money that was lost through dodgy retailers. Also, I know people lose money from dodgy investment brokers. My grandmother lost $45,000 from AMP Super back in the 1970’s, which back then, Super was a scam. Good thing times have changed. I’ve had family trying to convince us to purchase their products, to advance their wealth (and not mine). Also, when I was young, I had $1000 in cash, and I moved into my grandmothers basement, I didn’t have anywhere safe to put it, she said she will look after it. When I asked for it back, there was only $900! She said she didn’t take the $100, but since she’s the only other person who lived there, I’m not entirely sure whether that’s true, at any rate, she did reimburse me the additional $100. BUT the dogs had started hanging outside the house at night at this address, so could be them. The ones from triple j - thieving perverts. They could be the same ones following me around from address to address?? DO NOT EVER LISTEN TO THE RADIO. MUSCIANS ARE THIEVES. (Unfortunately, and disappointingly so, I’ve also had adult siblings steal from me). So, white collar theft is big. And that’s why I wanted to write this; you really can’t trust anyone with your money at all. I want to mention other ways retailers steal now (I’ve only noticed this recently, as in 2015 onwards -this hasn’t been a problem before then, so much, at least with me, at any rate) As retailers are learning more and more about the consumer rules, they can see loop holes and ways where they can overcharge a customer, and not be held accountable as a thief; what they do is put the shelf price as XX (inflated) dollars. The consumer sees the shelf tag as XX dollars and pays XX dollars, unaware that they have been overcharged, by sometimes up to 300%. So, this is not considered theft by the Department of fair trading it is considered a ‘buyer beware’ situation. But, you are not entirely powerless to do anything about this, if this happens to you; what you can do is confront the retailer and yell at them - because nobody likes to be yelled at (especially shop sales girls/boys who have big egos, and think they’re superior to every other single person on the planet {KMART STAFF}, and perhaps this will persuade them not to do it in the future, and in fact when I did this to Harvey Norman - who did exactly that, charged me $100 for an item that I discovered later was only worth $2, they gave me a full refund! So, it does pay to get angry if you have been overcharged. There are other things retailers and financial instituters do aswell, especially since NOW there is a lot of online shopping and they can track you and know your income and spending habits – they have started doing this 2025 big time, personalised sales. The banks steal by “surcharge” this is bullshit charge. Sometimes the retailer adds it on via eftpos too, one company said it was a ‘credit card recovery fee’ of $3 on a $78 purchase. Etc etc. Any strangely named unknown Internet companies that just ‘pop up’ - are run by thieving dogs. One such thing eBay do, is create fake accounts so that they can bid on their item to inflate the price, particularly clever ones that know long-term account holder’s spending habits, they could easily place a price on an item at auction. And those ebay staff know about young men (or the police), who don’t like to lose, and so after being suckered in to start bidding; they will just keep bidding until they win, even if the price goes way above and beyond the value of the item in question. Life Stories P11 NEXT About P1 , About P2, Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11(this) , LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

I mentioned just above that I was shy, just another little quick story, when I was doing my fashion course at Hornsby, at the end of the year we put on a big fashion parade, we all had to model our own designs. And one of the girls, I didn’t really know her too well, but she was quite nice, and I do recall her name, Chiquita, quite unusual compared to where I was from, where most girls names were Kate, Sarah or Emma… Anyway, before we went on stage, she bought me a drink, and said I probab Life Stories P9 - The House Page Rangari House Garden, Another Grand Designs, Tulcumbah house and Mandy story 1. Can't sit still 2017 at Rangari House Garden I am the type of person that always has to be doing something I find it quite difficult to just to sit and do nothing, even when I watch telly, I like to be knitting. In my 30’s I used to smoke ‘roll your owns’, and I really enjoyed simply just being able to sit on the Veranda and do nothing but smoke, something I was unable to do before I started smoking. I loved it actually. I wasn’t a total heavy smoker, but after about 7 years of smoking, I felt a slight change in my body, and I thought I should quit. So, I did -it was extremely difficult, one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and no wonder so many people still smoke, because it’s so hard. Part of the process of getting rid of the addiction was cravings, and thus I developed a slight overeating vice. (BTW, learning to quit smoking was a valuable lesson in mind control, if you’re a non-thinking dog, I imagine quitting smoking will help you be aware of your own thoughts – that’s if you weren’t a swimmer in your youth and was able to well hear your own inner thoughts as you stared at the black line for hrs and hrs!) Anyway, it was a good thing I was relatively slim, but not having that overeating vice before, to suddenly having a new vice is not fun at all. (In later retrospect, that overeating also due to virus I got in 2008, trying to combat feelings of ‘giddiness’, thinking I needed to eat something, but actually that feeling was my immune fighting the virus, and not hunger (no amount of food combats that ‘giddy’ feeling, as I discovered. – its ongoing, once you get it, you’ve got it for life, no wonder it’s so hard for some people to keep the weight off too.) I have noticed, I have dogs in my dreams, unfortunately! But some are ok, but a lot of them are just plain evil, not to mention completely stupid. And, especially this year, they have started giving me cigarettes, in my dreams! It’s true! I’m assuming, it’s to give me something to do, as I know in my dreams as well, I find it extremely difficult to sit and do nothing, my mother by the way, was just the same, always have to be doing something. (Some husbands combat this female problem with sex, all night. Rape) I believe because of those dogs giving me cigarettes, I get really hungry in waking hrs now, and have put on a lot of weight. Rack off stupid dogs, I don’t smoke you idiots, haven’t done so for many years, stop giving me goddamn cigarettes. (I believe they send me dogs so I don’t have creepy men trying to rape me, or seduce? - unfortunatly a real night time thing, -if you can’t get within 10 feet of a woman when she’s awake, same thing at night when she’s asleep. I have noticed quite a few times over the years, I go somewhere, I might get followed home, I see the car parked out front of the house, stays there till it leaves the next morning, sometimes they yell out, but have got out of their car and are hiding. Did I invite you to follow me home? Did I invite you to park outside the front of my house all night? Did I invite you into my life at all? NO, I DID NOT YOU LITTLE PERVERT. They also do abusive power tripping things like wake me as soon as I drift into dreamworld, - all night, and for many nights, sleep torture. They also spent all night talking ‘put downs’ to me, another form of abuse. Totally passive aggressive negative nancy – they think they would never get caught and held accountable for this bullying, as I am asleep, literally, not figuratively. One time, I remember waking up, and the bed linen was exactly the way it was when I got into bed the night before, it was like I had not moved all night, and I wondered to myself, well, I must have had a really good sound night’s sleep, but then the next night, and several after that, when I awoke, same thing, but I also had a really sore chest, it was literally like someone heard my thought of good nights sleep just laying still, and so thought, well if I sit on her chest, she won’t be able to move, and will thus have another good nights sleep. Little boy thinking (better than the above-mentioned husbands solution). Actually, I know who that person was, and I will not be revealing them. Ever. Once I was being harassed by drug dealers in my dream who were trying to get me to sell their drugs (in dream world!) – the next day I noticed I had developed a mouth ulcer – stress related from my dream! – who are these idiots?? – I suspect they are from the TV industry? – I do not partake in any drug related activity, aside from morning coffee) Also I can’t believe the product placement for cigarette smoking amongst young people on Netflix, it is despicable – truly evil behaviour. Oh, and someone also sends me snakes, so I dream about snakes, or should I say nightmare about snakes – could that person specifically, fuck off. You, know, I have an EXCELLENT MEMORY, just to let you know what you have got instore for you, in the future. Once I saw them try to get me to work at Bunnings in my dream at checkout!! – bunnings steal from me, do you want the customers to run away? Have you NOT read any of my other stuff? Bunnings Bimbos! Since I moved from Rangari, most of that has stopped. But not quite, problems at each address since, some of my neighbours like to play copycat. Also, this issue is not understood AT ALL by most of society, and think it falls under the realm of ‘crazy’ – I can assure you there is nothing crazy about what really happens at night when your souls sleep, try to not to get confused with the way your brain processes everything that has happened to you during the day. So, try and deal with it best you can – specifically mental health workers, I am referring to you. WAKE UP you need to evolve. I also have to mention about husbands on their wives at night while she sleeps, there seem to be specific people monitoring things like this, and it seems to have been decided within these people, that this scenario is ok, if they’re husband and wife, but if un unmarried man tries it with another woman– they will be ‘castrated’ in a manner of speak, it is not acceptable for men to take advantage of women in this way – unless they are married. GO FIGURE JUST AN OBSERVATION. 2. Dead Frog, Bird and Rats in my Drinking Water on Rental House The renters drinking water After cleaning, 1 bird, 5 dead rats, and 1 dead frog. Yuk, yes this was my drinking water (I got a photo) The person (not mentioning any names, David Heywoods dad), who put this tank in, didn’t measure it properly, and didn’t dig down for the base pad, deep enough. As a result, the roof of the tank where the inlet mesh-grate was, was higher than the point at where the gutter extends out from the roof. Therefore, to combat this error, this person cut a hole in the side of the (cement) tank and put the gutter in the side hole. And the thing is, with this hole on the side of the tank, there was no grill/ grate or mesh and so any little critter that got into the gutter, could get into the tank, and get trapped. So, I had a monumental problem of dead birds, dead frogs, dead rats, mice, all manner of things. It was totally disgusting, I develop a major infection from showering, on an existing sore - it turned feral and mutated. That’s when I discovered this problem, because I was unaware of it before – and I had been living there for about 1yr already, drinking that water. So, I went about building a kind of makeshift mesh catch from steel wool, for the hole on the side, which seemed to do the trick from then on. Plus, I fully drained the water and purchased a Water Pressure machine ($225.00), got inside the tank and fully blasted it to clean it 3 times, (the bottom had about 15cm worth of dirty silt) that I had to scoop and bucket out with a pully system. It was at least 3.5m deep. Just yuk. These sorts of problems come about from one reason, and one reason only, and that’s non-thinking behaviour. Time and time again I see men/ husbands/ fathers, acting in this non-thinking gung-ho way - wake up and stop drinking so much beer, you dafty patriarchs. 3. Another Awesome “Grand Designs” Piece of Perfection (see above photo) What is especially good about this; highly angled roof, allowing no leaves or possum/rat pee to accumulate. Plus that double strip of windows, centre top, allows for perfect lighting, and ventilation- with a little bit of rotary chain ingenuity. Thick insulative walls. Massive triple height atrium feel. All that’s missing from the picy is a garage! I have to give special mention to my favourite show, well at least one of them, “Grand Designs”; about an architecture host, who shows different grand designed homes, every week. It’s done over years, for the duration and until the house is completed. They show extraordinary homes, not just your typical mass-produced house like what is turned out here in Australia. The homes have been given a lot of thought, usually designed by architects, and most of the couples building have a significant amounts of money, but not always. The show is based in the UK, however there were ‘brother’ shows made in New Zealand and eventually in Australia, although none of them really compare to the UK Grand Designs with the special host Kevin McLeod, in my opinion. I was able to watch the show for many years without the dogs, which was quite amazing, however, the dogs eventually got him. I suspect the recent shows as of late, especially including here in Australia, have been “television show administered”, as in ‘fake homes’, ones that have been financed, as the television world would think them entertaining to showcase, possibly even wanting to try to inspire people to aim higher. Who knows their motives, although I definitely do not appreciate being lied to, but I still watch, as I know people in Australia do seem to need motivation to AIM HIGHER! I note every single couple that builds their home; it always ends up taking twice as long as they thought, and up to twice the cost sometimes, even three times the cost. I think only one man out of the whole 24 year series, (hundreds of shows), only one man came in on budget. { 😁 I think, it’s the presenters duty, to tell people these facts from their experience of the show, as well as mention all the stresses that come from anything that can go wrong will go wrong!} So this page on my blog has many stories in regards to architecture and homes, as it’s such an important part of life, and one, in my circumstances and experience, that is completely lacking. 4. Tulcumbah house and Mandy story The farm I grew up at, “Holwood” at Currabubula, was a large old farm Homestead, I just loved I loved it, I loved my bedroom, I loved the big huge veranda’s, I loved the private lifestyle of living on the farm running around the paddocks, horse-riding, swimming, it was just an awesome childhood. I recall when I was in third class at Gunnedah Primary School, at the end of year, we had a party, it was just us few good girls left cleaning up, and all of a sudden I started choking on a lolly, I guess instinct took over (privilege being first born), I immediately turned to Mandy (I must have chosen her because she was big, not big is in fat at all, just a big built girl) and I started whacking her on the back, to try and get her to do the same to me, too loosen the lolly, at first she didn’t know what was going on, and I really started hitting her quite hard as I was getting more adrenaline desperate because I couldn’t breathe, it was a good thing my other friend Anne was there, who was standing back watching and could see what was going on, she said “she wants you to hit her on the back she’s choking”, (or something like that) and so Mandy saw, and so she did, I urged her on to hit harder and harder, as hard as she could, (we were only 9, we didn’t know about the Heimlich manoeuvre!) and finally it dislodged. Basically, she saved my life! It was a pretty amazing situation; it could’ve gone drastically wrong. (Btw, Mandy went on to become a nurse!) I left to a different school, and didn’t see her ever again, but about 20 years later I moved into a house, and I later discovered it was built and owned by Mandy’s family, so how about that. And another 10 years after that, I heard that my younger sister’s friend had rented out “Holwood” at Currabubula - that house that I loved. You know, I was quietly whingeing to myself, and wondering why I did not get the opportunity to rent that one, and then I realised it’s because I got to live in Mandy’s family house!! Mandy was from a very savvy family, who built that house, it was brick and by far the most comfortable, modern, well insulated and functionally sound house that I’ve ever lived in (facing the right way too!!) - much better than an old country farm homestead! (Or my usual cheap rentals). It had passive green qualities ahead of its time. So if it wasn’t for Anne and Mandy, I would not be here, and I would never have had the chance to live in a such a wonderful proper house, so big thank you to them. (Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, little girl landlord, 2yrs and ‘out ya go’). Btw, at that house, there were no flies. Now I say that in just a few little words, but what that actually means, is such a relief, if you’ve ever lived in most places around Gunnedah, and then go outside in summer, you are forever swatting and flapping your arms and hands around to ward off, literally millions of little flies. So, it was just beautiful to be able to leave all the doors and flyscreens open, wonder outside into the garden, and be totally relaxed. Even eat out there if I wanted! I was like, out there, listening to Michael Bublé “Feeling Good” song, feeling it was written specifically for me ! (It wasn’t). It was just a privilege living in that house, so that, plus a few other things, I think, that house had been blessed! The only thing missing from that house, was a nice undercover shaded outdoor area, somewhere to sit and relax, enjoy a meal, have morning coffee, and simply enjoy the fresh air and the outside vibes. Around Gunnedah, a lot of farm homes have big wraparound veranda’s. Strange that this house has lost that completely. Plus it was windy there, they could have had a wind generator or something and whirly gigs. I did have a collage of veranders just there to the left, but when I updated this, I noted this photo story was missing off Google storage, (not so secure after all), then I realized those collage photos were UNWORTHY of going on my blog. So I removed them. 5. Cookie Cutter Housing Why do the people conform, and accept the cookie-cutter housing in Queensland? Is it from Playschool; pick the odd one out and get rid of it? Or are Queenslanders just too poor to object? I don’t think so! As a mobile seamstress I have been into people’s homes. One place I went to, was in a street of all very similar style homes, sardines, it was new housing, built with modern materials. I was speaking with the owner about the house, she said it was not cool enough in summer. She said she described her and her husband as self-builders. I quietly thought to myself, such a joke that was - I feel like she was totally brainwashed by the developers and the government into buying that land and building a home which is all predetermined, it’s like she doesn’t really have a choice in anything, but they have been tricked into believing that they do. Self-builders! You know, a self-builder is someone who can take their own initiative when building their home, and not build a cookie-cutter building that is the same as everybody else’s and has the same cost-cutting features. I mean, I don’t want to have a go at these homes too badly, because they’re actually quite nice and probably when incomparable to most of the homes I’ve ever lived in as a renter all my adult life, they’re much nicer. But I strongly feel there’s major brainwashing going on here, and there’s no creativity or self-initiative allowed, by the powers that be - WHICH I CAN PLAINLY SEE. Also, these homes haven’t been built with light. I mean there are the basic rooms with 1 or 2 windows, but that’s pretty much it, there’s no design for light, which I find extraordinary in today’s modern times; any Real Estate agent will tell you the number one factor that sells a home is light, closely followed by space; we all want room to swing a cat. We want buildings we can love. BTW, good vibes means good Feng shui. Good Feng shui means ‘architecturally designed’ - and not just bumbled along cost-cutted fashion. Brain thought! I feel by law, every house build should be ‘passive’, as in air tight, and highly insulative, with heat recovery ventilation and rain tanks. We have the technology and the means to make our homes better. Let’s demand it. {Also, I find electrical appliances need better insulation, especially in summer humid areas in QLD, I’ve had new ones just stop working due to humidity} I won’t mention anything about the fact that these houses have more or less only 1m in-between each other - too close, WAY TOO CLOSE; pervert heaven. {Yes, they are real and prevalent, no point in sweeping the issue under the carpet}. (Not to mention nosy medalling Mary’s). A home has the power to inspire confidence, self assurance. It should create a sense of wellbeing, and make you feel happy and proud. A moral boost to the day. A space of personal freedom, giving a sense of liberty. I feel it would be quite surprising to the experts to know exactly how housing, can contribute to a child’s good mental health. Also, it will help combat a ‘class’ element if everyone’s homes are different, then they’re not so easily judged as rich or poor. Which I personally feel is important, as there are certain people, girls, who are way too hung up on class - a societal dysfunction (When I was living in my comfy brick rental, OMG you ought to have seen and heard the jealous bimbos hounding at my door – real, stupid and ugly). Also, I’m a huge fan of building big homes with a large detached granny flat - it is the number one way to care for your elderly parent. That should be the number one priority of housing developers. More savvy architects with love, and less greedy developers, please. Btw, in Townsville the housing is so competitive, that what they’re doing is turning those sardine houses just like the ones in the photo above, and dividing them into 2 somehow, so there are 2 addresses at the 1 house. I feel this is disgraceful - nobody wants half a house; everybody wants a complete house thanks very much. And Dear Queenslanders, I don’t know if anybody’s told you, but the traditional Queenslander house is really crap; it has exceptionally poor insulation and soundproofing, not to mention free passageway for any and every single little bug, insect and skink {and ofcourse thief). Most of the windows don’t open or close properly, nor have screens, plus security is non-existent. And while I really feel like I’m stating the obvious, this too has to be said; in North Queensland, you need a heavy terracotta tile roof, because of the humidity and rust - putting corrugated iron on a roof in Queensland, is absurd. Ah, I love pocket doors…. And, I feel the lack of vegetation in the above suburb contributes to it’s “nongood vibes feel”. Put some big trees in. Don’t be scared. Have faith. Good spot to talk about floors; {Plastic manufacturing company brainwashing housing sector} Why is it that people on a budget (mainstream Australia), really only have 2 flooring options, 1: plastic vinyl tiles, and 2: cheap polyester carpet. Has the plastic manufacturing company taken over the housing industry? Have they brainwashed the timber manufacturers “save the trees, only use plastic flooring”. Looks like it to me. Wake up timber industry: you can be sustainable, you can have your timber flooring, all you have to do is plant trees in the place of the ones you cut. SIMPLE. I know the timber industry in my area, back in Gunnedah: NO ONE used to plant replacement trees. No one. As a result, they have stopped logging altogether, and the mill closed down. So we, the public cannot get timber pine flooring anymore; the timber that has been used in peoples homes up until it closed, about 2005 (?) Those trees (Callitris glaucophylla), one of 100’s of different pine species, was similar to hardwood, very durable, tough, hard, a pine well suited to floorboards. Wake up Australia. And stop breeding like unthinking rabbits – mothers, the root of all problems. 6. Australian Architecture (intrinsically intwined with theft) As a renter all my life, now a 47-year-old. I can clearly see the total inadequacy of most Australian architecture. Mind you, I do always have to choose the cheapest whenever I have to look for somewhere to live. Only once in my adultlife was I living in a ‘proper house’ - built in the 70s, it was double brick and by far the best house I’ve ever lived in, it was facing the right way, had a heavy terracotta tile roof, and a big garage that acted like a ‘heat trap’ on the western side of the house. So, I basically didn’t even need to bother with the Aircon or heater in summer/winter because the insulation was so good. The typical Australian Colourbond or corrugated iron roof, with yellow insulation batts - really is NOT enough -I hate to tell you budget minded developers, actually, not good enough, is a mere understatement. And, a heavy ceramic tiled roof is really the bare minimum. Flat rooves could have cement block or cement roof. But, really corrugated sheets on steep sloped roofs, are mostly to keep the water, leaves, rats and possums away, for water collection. This is common-sense thinking. One timber house I lived in at Gunnedah, the bedroom was sooo hot, lucky I was still young, as anyone over the age of 45 would have had a heart attack sleeping in it. Not to mention all the tannins from gum petals and vermin droppings in the water. So unacceptable!! But that ‘proper brick house’ was a savvy house, built by, and owned by a Savvy farming family - just a little bit of Savvy goes a long long long way. In my opinion there needs to be rules and laws to make sure every single house built with these savvy features (at least adequate insulation and ‘green’ airtight techniques and methods, Australia is only going to get hotter) One of the biggest unknown ‘silent killers’ in Australia is heat in summer. The heat causes different problems in different people. Many people die in summer for different reasons, and no one really makes the connection that it’s from the heat. A little bit of Savvy goes along way. Plus, I felt like it wasn’t perhaps even the main aim of the builder to make that house ‘green’, as ‘green’ wasn’t a thing back then. But the builder had mere commonsense, and so it was a natural progression in his build. Shame more builders and developers do not have this commonsense thing. I mean imagine how good it could’ve been if they deliberately tried to apply themselves? I did talk to the neighbour down the road who built his own house too, a very ornamental limestone house, quaint and beautiful. I was telling him about how good this house was to live in for me, and he was quite surprised and didn’t really understand how that person, his ‘ordinary’ neighbour, as he knew him, knew him as a normal average JoBlo, seemingly without too much savvy at all I guess (typical neighbour jealousies) - how that person could have such a good house? He wanted to know what made it so good, especially since he was a self-builder and probably attributed himself to being a savvy person, yet he didn’t know these basic things of the heavy terracotta tiled roof, and the heat trap on the western side. (This by the way, kind of sums up a lot of Australians, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, just because his neighbour perhaps didn’t dress too savvy, and just looked like a typical JoBlo farmer who bumbles along -someone who might not seem very savvy in appearance, can really surprise you). Also, in my current house, I can literally feel my head shrinking in winter because of the cold, because of the lax rules about building regulations in Australia basically anyone can build a shed even if it’s got holes in it instead of glass windows, then call it a home and rent it out. Silent killers. My aim here is to get Australians to pull their socks up, the standard and quality here is way behind the western world. Even the Africans have devised an internal wall structure involving ‘mini bricks’ that are far superior to the typical Australian stud wall (Plasterboard over pine studs). This especially is important for ‘family privacy’, but also close neighbours who have ‘nosy’ personality (as in, all neighbours in my experience). I want to mention my rental house I lived in Gunnedah for 10 years, shown above , before I moved in, it was known as a ‘kit’ house, 1980’s, mainly just assembled on site with mass produced panelling/ house construction stuff, brought to the site. Everything is costcutted to the nth degree. Again, insulation is crap, but one of the biggest things that annoyed me about this house was the aluminium sliding windows – they were the standard aluminium sliding windows with fly-screens that actually many houses have. Not only do the flyscreens come easily out (by thieves), but the windows too, if they are not fully shut – and unless you want to boil every summer, the windows have to be opened (no split system then), so people break and enter all the time, they come and go as they please, I wake up go into the living room, the flyscreen lying on the ground outside, and the window FULLY open – the neighbours, channel 7 and 9, the police, Heath Barwick, Steve Carter, the landlord, the landlords kids, the “dogs” – none of them have any sense of others privacy or others ownership rights- or any boundary at all – this is common in Australia, it is a flawed nation, something goes wrong in childhood development (I know at my boarding school, the older prefects and house mistresses would go through girls dorms when they were not there; ‘dorm search’ it was called. It teaches those girls that it is absolutely fine to go through someone else’s possessions WELL ITS NOT STUPID PARENTS, STUPID TEACHERS, STUPID HOUSE MISTRESS’S – STUPID WHITE AUSTRALIANS (apparently the abos know no boundary either…). Anyway, about the windows, when fully shut, the wind would still go right through the windows, and would come in, come in around the edging of the window - it actually felt like it came through the glass when I was standing next to it, I’m pretty sure that’s not possible, so it would’ve been around all the edge. One time I had the fire going, I was burning the wood from the power company (Essential Energy, formerly Australian Inland Energy and Water /Country Energy, AGL), – they left a whole lot of treated logs on my property, treated with toxins to stop white ants- and it was disgusting, it stinks to high heaven, so strong you can smell it all the way up the paddock – the arsholes who work at AGL, put it there because it stinks. And even when burning, the fumes it gives off are just putrid. The smoke going out of my chimney was blowing back into my house through the windows, this window that was fully closed -just really awful and it was like nature was telling me, “yeah, we don’t want your stinky toxins -stick to organics!” (that electricity company in Gunnedah is truly evil, run by evil women, they used to get up to all sorts of other bad thieving things, still do probably). I also want to mention one of my favourite things to do is get the My Real Estate app, and look at properties, and one thing I’ve noticed is that there is a definite style of house that has emerged particularly over the last 20 years and it would be all from the one company here in Australia, because they’re all very similar style, a cost cutted. A kind of rended halfbrick, Colourbond roof, plasterboard walls, smallish house. They actually look really nice and clean, open and bright in the apps. But there will be unseen issues like the insulation that needs to be improved, double brick instead of half brick, and heavy ceramic terracotta tiled roof is a must. I would add, for an even cooler house, put a couple of those whirlybird roof vents on to take the trapped hot air out of the roof space. Generally, standards need to be raised, a house lasts literally generations and generations, a house built today needs to stand up next to a house that will be built in 100yrs time. Each house in Australia should have much more thought, care, and money applied to it. I talk about the major disadvantage of renting and not owning in my “Poor Renters” story. Sidebar: If you want to quick, cheap, house selling feature, then put a window seat in. A house with a window seat (preferable bay window) will beat any other house of similar characteristics at point of sale! One thing I observed from watching that house Tv show! I can’t remember which one it was…. Aswell as flagstone floor, people love a tiled flagstone. And no steps – or steps that have a short drop, as in wide and short, so a 34cm wide foot tread, and a 7.5cm drop – (all steps should be like this by standard regulation) it is better for healthy people, aswell as people with knee arthritis, not to mention carting/moving furniture in/out, wheelchairs. Wide doors. WE WANT EASY! {don’t get me started on the “crawl” space on this house; I mean what the hell is that; when I wanted to check the pump? Crawling? Absurd! Little tip: you don't have to make things difficult!! we want proper access everywhere!} Clever Privacy architecture Super Dream WIP House 7. Sure, I could have built my own home Back in 2008, when I was 35, I decided that I was knowledgeable enough that I should actually build my own home (I “reckoned” I could have built one for $40,000 excl plumbing/electrics (and possible the roof? J). But, as I didn’t have any money or any land, and there was no hope for either, it was a squashed idea. {If only I knew what the future had instore for me}. But I still want to write about it, because the majority of homes that get built today are built by greedy developers. They are filthy rich people, and they make cost-cutting houses for the masses. Really, the people, should be out-raged by this. You should try and build your own homes so that you can have exactly what you want in your own home, and not somebody else’s perception of what you think you want. If you want to build your family home to settle down and live in for the rest of your life before 35, and you don’t feel you’re old and wise enough in building functionalities, then you need an architecture who’s old and has a lot of experience, because it takes many many many many years of life experience to know how to build a proper functioning home in Australia. And so, while at age 35 I thought I was at knowledgeable enough, and indeed I was, I did have a lot of time put aside for thinking about buildings and homes, (it was a passion), but really you need to take the thinking up a level, for at least four years after you’ve made the decision that you’re going to build. You need to really put a lot of research, time and effort, into understanding all the things that you’re going to need to know. And I’m now 48, and while I even have significantly more knowledge than I did at 35, ideally, I would still want to employ the help of an ‘old man architecture’ as well – that’s how detailed a process it is. Not to mention the DOG factor who follow me around and sabotage me. And if I go to Bunnings, they steal from me too, so infact, I would not be able to do it at all due to those 2 factors. I would have to employ someone else to do all purchasing, and as I cannot afford that, there is no hope – it is the Australian dogs who have prevented me from building my own home – I take NO RESPONSIBILITY in this matter, and rightly so. This is the current climate that I am living in, and hardly anyone is doing anything about these extreme problems that oppress me, and I would say, other too. I should touch on “sabotage” as I know most mops reading this will think, yeah right, its all-in her head, everyone has shit to deal with. But WRONG, really, I have stupid dogs who follow me and sabotage me personally; Like when I made a couch cover for my landlord, then purchased a solar pump with the proceeds at Bulga, somebody went there, out the back, to my pond I had dug, {they went there after I left to go into town for the day}, - they would’ve lifted my pump out of the water to look at it, and broke it (deliberately or not, I’m not sure – as there are so many stupid twits in Gunnedah, they might not know, if you lift a working submersible pump out of the water, it will make a loud strange sound, and eventually break). So I came home to see my new $200 pump broken. Fucked. And when I built my 25m lap pool, somebody put a large rock under the liner. And when I made a water feature on the veranda at Rangari, someone put a hole in it. And when I dug a pond and put a plastic liner in it, somebody dropped a log in it, piercing the liner, so I had to replace the whole liner, draining it first. All acts of deliberate sabotage. And I am only thinking about all my water features here, there has been HEAPS more, on basically ALL and ANYTHING I physically do, including this blog, and online activity – like the banning of me on facebook. EVERYTHING I do gets sabotaged. Everything, since I was 18. I put it down to the fact that most Australians are mentally retarded stupid jealous twits due to no women in government and multiple child families being raised by bimbo mothers – bimbo mothers; HUGE problem. (I can only assume the person responsible for all my water feature sabotages is female. Only a bimbo woman could be this stupidly jealous and obsessed about a water feature.) Btw, my home would have been Straw Bale, and big. I made up a design, inspired by Grand Designs and the massive Australian farmers shed, I will include it here. And just by the by, that show Grand Designs UK, is my fav show, ever, well, possibly tying in with SYTYCD! (not the Australian version of, either, the dogs take over on those shows – so disrespectful, plus they “make up” houses, I am sure of it, I can see me and my architectural influence. I think councils do them, maybe arts councils, to try to inspire people? Most Australians cannot afford a beautiful grand design home (Robert Wilson, best home of 2023 – PERFECT! J - I am not usually a jealous person, that’s how I can watch every season, but that house, mmmm, so good perhaps a liiittle jealous…….!) {And attention all builders, for every tree you cut down, it’s your duty, to plant 10 in its place – 10 minimum} The above design is from my Native Flower Fabric Collection called “Chorizema Spectacular”. It is available, but who knows where from, since I was ban from the only reasonably priced one, and all the other ones in China ARE CRAP. Maybe RedBubble will do fabrics, Zazzel does a stunning Pure linen, but its $170/m 8. Dream House WIP House as shown just above; single story, hay bale and double glass window walls, raised roof light-well, open plan. For a detailed list of all my fancy Super house features, go to my Favourites page. 9. Houses need to be S-P-A-C-E-D Privacy related architecture and landscaping Something has to be said about the total lack of soundproof privacy in most suburban homes. I’ve actually lived on a farm most of my life, so I’ve had the luxury of having that vocal freedom, but on occasions when I’ve had to live in suburban area, (and presently ☹️) it is a huge disadvantage having your neighbours so close. At one house I was living in, my neighbours could hear me when I was in the shower, they could hear me when I was in the kitchen, they could hear the TV. If I was having a conversation with another neighbour, they could hear it. I mean, they could hear everything, and this was a whole other house next door – old timber Queenslanders, no sound insulation, or insulation of any sort, at all {Australian’s, so lazy}. And with that invasion of privacy, comes all sorts of problems especially between any single men or women, there’s only so much a man will take, before he naturally becomes obsessed. And actually, it is not just men - either male or female, who have dog personalities, will become obsessed, and then absurdly territorial jealous. Like the mother across the rd at present. And I say that in one or two sentences, but that nowhere near describes the problems that comes with having neighbours who are obsessed with you - just because they can hear you. I mean if you read my blog you can start to see…., but it if bad enough if they can hear you, but 50000 times worse if they can see you too. And if you put your thinking cap on, and really think about all the problems from having someone watching you constantly, then maybe you could understand a little. I can’t stress how important privacy is. Even when you’re Miss perfect and don’t do anything wrong ever, privacy is still fundamentally important, it is essential to living in Australia amongst all the bogans. This goes same for gardening – a man (or teenage son) who can peer into his neighbours garden and watch her while she works it – a young unattached beautiful woman (or, one not so young), really, she is doomed by predatory, antagonistic, hateful behaviour from dysfunctional males. In the end, all men ever want to do, is declare war. That is their natural dysfunctional instinct, and their downfall. Their obsessions turns into forms of attack – like they are blaming me for their pathetic obsession. Women do this too, dog personalities – young girls. Even for a more modern house which has better insulation, houses these days are pretty much on top of each other, often there’s only 1 or 2m between each, down the street - this is unacceptable in my opinion, population needs to be curbed. Houses need to be spaced. Save the single women, space those houses. S-P-A-C-E-D I can’t begin to tell you how many backyards in Australia, look into their neighbour’s backyard. HEAPS. The fact that I even have to mention this, THIS is what’s so deeply concerning, because the powers that be, who build and design neighbourhoods DO NOT understand this basic concept. Yesterday I found a photo of a side, of a house in suburban area, that was architecturally designed, and is genius. GENIUS. The water features down the side will block out sounds from neighbours – see, clever huh! Plus, the water will aide with cooling the house in the hot summers, if the windows along there are left open, (ofcourse they must have proper security fly screens), and being all in the shade, there will be little water evaporation too. Unfortunatly the website was all in Spanish – a Spanish magazine, so I cannot ‘name and glorify ’ whoever is responsible – but I am sure they will not mind if you copy their concept in your narrow passage way between homes. Mandatory Tanks Clever surburban housing Builders with Brains story Quadrangle House Ideas 10. Mandatory - under every new house build in Australia I’ve been renting all my adult life. I’ve gone from house-to-house, from unit to unit, plus spend hrs on the realestate apps from 2020 onwards, and I have to say, nearing age 50 now, I can see the quality and standard of housing in Australia leaves a lot to be desired. Most owners have no creativity, no thoughts of how to live well, or how to feel good in their living space. Actually the more I think about it, the more abhorrent most buildings are. Especially if I look online via one of my favourites apps, Pinterest and I see a lot of overseas homes, buildings, gardens. Also, in comparison to many other countries, it’s like Australians have merely had thoughtless after thoughts, about the need for weather protection. When I stumbled across a stylish advertised kit-house for $50,000, I thought, OMG, maybe there’s hope for me yet, as I could find a cheap plot, just maybe….. So, I looked into it some more, and then some more, and then some more, and along the way I realised that it the kit house definitely couldn’t be done for $50,000. It seems to be a bit of a trick to snare customers. Oh what a surprise, another scammer. Now, I am not saying that you could NOT build a house for $50,000 (because if you had your own builder, I’m pretty sure you could - just the basics – I bet that is probably how much my last landlord spent on her house that I rented, which was ideal for a single person, albeit, a double floor space would be more pleasant). So, I gave it some more thought as to what I would consider the basics. And the basics would definitely include 3 huge cement underground tanks for rainwater, 1 poly one for 'soft water' showers, as well as another large above ground one for a swim pond, especially if I lived in a locality where there was no swimming, which is where the cheaper lots of land are). I got quotes, some people are helpful, some are not. And then I realised, I could still do it on quite a small budget. Nowhere near as small as $50,000. But an average cheaper end of the market new house, according to the experts, is about $300000. But, provided I had a decent builder, I could do it for less than that by a third. I could have the dream! Too bad, then the banks refused to give me a mortgage. Even though repayments would be less than my current rent payments – go figure. Plus, I found a perfectly good patch of land in a great remote area especially for me. Talk about a disappointment. Anyway, I realised, after living there for a bit, in my dreamy new place, I again would have the same problems as I had at Rangari, with all the dogs and my neighbours, being completely jealous, particularly, of my green garden with all those water tanks. So I just really wonder why most people bumble along and don’t think about these things - in order not to be jealous of somebody else. For Gods sake, put in 4 huge big cement water tanks. Count them as essential to the house, like putting in a house without a floor; tanks are essential. Essential. Compromise somewhere else and get the tanks. You can’t bumble in life you have to give the important things like homes, grave forethought when you are a teenager. The fact that people don’t, I blame school teachers and the school curriculum for, not to mention lazy parenting. 11. Last weekend and privacy, security, and a total escape from the Rat Race. I’ve just watched a fabulous series on Netflix called The Watcher. I believe it was inspired by a story I have not written yet! When I was 18, I stayed with a friend from school, and I was intrigued with their wonderful new unusual brick farm house. I thought it was fantastic. When I wrote a ‘thank you for having me’ letter to them, it kind of tur ned into an Ode to house letter! I just couldn’t help myself! Total enchantment with good home design. And actually, I have a ‘thing’ for architraves! If I see an unusual one in a house, I dream about it. I find details like that fascinating on a deep level. I’m not sure where it comes from, it’s certainly wouldn’t be my parents; as I looked at our family photo albums (all 20 big thick ones), there are hundreds of photos of the whole family, extended family and friends, yet in none of them, are there any photos of the family home, nor any of the first home my parents lived in, where I was born. It’s as if the house was unimportant to them. Possibly it all just came too easy to them to appreciate the building that homes and protects them, they took their house for granted, or had no pride. I got some feedback, apparently her parents were amused by the letter! As someone who does not live in a house, and who has to reside in the teeny tiniest unit (x hotel) you have ever seen, I certainly wouldn’t take any house for granted, nor have I. My 2 next-door neighbours either side, have nothing to do but smoke. It stinks, it’s disgusting, it comes straight into my unit. I have an inspection next week. Re the photo above (the second one along) - that is a home, well, sanctuary, created by South Korean Architects, Iroje KHM. If I suddenly came into owning a little block of land, this is what I would do - brilliant architecture, making the most of the garden whilst incorporating privacy, security, and a total escape from the rat race. 12. You know what they say, good fences make for good neighbours I find it strange how some housing developers (especially diy people) give thought to the house. But often the plot itself is not thought about, nor Boundary lines. And how the garden is going to interact with the house. And how the driveway is going to interact - how functional the carport/ garage is going to be. It’s a total area that is lacking in my opinion. Of course, this opinion has come about due to practically every house I have lived in, not having a sufficient Boundary, and most having last minute way-too-small garage add ons. For example, the current house I live in now (2021) is a bush block, and I have neighbours who just waltz through and around my garden, and not just kids. Plus, they litter! And they steal. Disgusting people. There really does need to be a fence, and preferably it needs to be an 8 footer, to block all temptations, so when neighbours go for their daily walk around the park, they simply cannot walk around my house and garden, and be tempted to be sneaky and bad. I’m getting a little sick and tired of picking up other people‘s rubbish around my garden. The tend to wander at night, and in the bird twit hours. I have found, no matter what neighbourhood I live in, no matter what socio-economic factors either, this Boundary is a necessity. I say bring back gorgeous stone walls again, or stone gabions, tall hay bale walls, timber battens…… cheap stick fences, shade cloth walls…….so many possibilities for every budget. {I did have a collage showing 6 wonderful private Boundry lines, but again size issues, so it is here, plus you can see them in my Pinterest Board called “Boundry fences” https://www.pinterest.com.au/EmilyCBieman/boundry-fences/ 13. Builders with Brains This apartment shown above (3rd one) is absolutely tiny, yet, they’ve managed to make living here not a totally unpleasant experience. The open plan means that you can fit the maximum amount of furniture in without walls getting in the way. It’s clean, light filled, and easy to maintain. With the added bonus of a pool, sauna and spa downstairs for everyone {when I briefly lived here by the way, I was the only person that would use those facilities. It was wonderful!}. I see and have lived in other unit complex’s, that have been bigger, probably more expensive to build, and yet just wasn’t half as ‘user friendly – functionally good’ as this unit complex. Not only do you have to have brains to be an architect and builder, but you have to have empathy, to be abele to put yourself in the person shoes, of who’s going to be living there. I would further add, you need to ask a woman. This is such a male dominated area. It is only a woman that truly can understand what it feels like to work and live in a kitchen space and all the other things that involves “nesting” inside a home. 14. Quadrangle House Ideas to Combat Privacy and COOKIECUTTER HOUSES Typical suburban block built with large garden and privacy ideas. After having to move in to town, I fully realized the monumental problems I have regarding privacy and close proximity to neighbours. So when I saw these ideas and houses on Pinterest, I just though GENIUS way to make the most of your block without having to be a spectacle for the neighbours. Btw, when building or renovating, putting in a kitchen without putting in an overhead Rangehood, is the equivalent of leaving out half the floor!! Vital when cooking to have the smoke and oily fumes taken outdoors. {Not only for air quality, but for the person who has to clean the kitchen!} There are some very clever architects alive today. And just some who are still not thinking - don’t those builders know about” toilet pervert‘s”. I hate to tell you this, but “toilet pervert‘s” are real. Such an element of dysfunctional; a person who likes to spy on women whilst they’re using the toilet. So not just perhaps a naughty curious child of 6 or 7 do this, but fully grown men do it- they perve on women whilst they go to the toilet. IT’S DISGUSTING. They also do not make all toilets soundproof, which too causes problems. I personally have had monumental problems with toilets harassment, and it’s high time I speak up about those selfish clueless builders, who may not know about such toilet problems. 15. Housing Concerns in Australia The image above shows a typical house in any given street in any town across regional Australia, plus a beautiful house across the ocean, in Berlin. Now, I do not know if all the housing across Berlin have this high standard, but mmm, Australia, sometimes can be so embarrassing. I was wondering whether I should put this up or not. I didn’t want to sound snobby, but I feel like Australians in general, don’t place an importance on housing, and it often doesn’t really stem from lack of money. I know plenty of well-to-do people who live in a house just like this one, and give no thought to the general aesthetics or functionality. They could well spend more in those areas. Plus, Australia is a fairly wealthy country, but it spends all its money on council roadworks, in the pretence of ‘maintain roads’, but really in the ‘aid and abetment’ of unemployment young husbands, to keep the wives happy. Seriously. So wasteful. That money could be well better spent on buildings. (I am not addressing anyone on low income that obviously can’t afford a triple glazed windowfront on their home). In fact, that’s why I feel like I can say something about substandard homes, it’s my duty, as I’m not some hoity-toity rich architecture, or architecture’s clients, who is making these demands. Although I have noticed most homes in any typical suburb across Australia, has not 1 or 2 cars parked at their address, but more, some, {by some I mean a lot more}, have 5 cars parked at their address, 5! So, the proverbial house and garage, no longer exists- we need a ‘5 car garage’ at each address!! (or, take a leaf out of my book, and STOP breeding!) I have observed in Australia, that there are a lot of couples who have children for the sole purpose of giving the illusion to their friends and family, that they are "successful" in life. Absurd stupidity! Well, I don't really have to point out the obvious problem with this do I? Not a good reason to have children, in fact I would say it is an ungodly reason. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but; homes ‘stand’ for generations. Generation after generation. You don’t want to be building slum houses of the future, you want to make sure that the house you build today, stands strong against the houses built in tomorrow’s future. Council at inner western suburbs of Sydney, like Paramatta area – you especially need to hear that; slum housing out there. Higeldy pigeldy shanty town. Like India. Non-thinking breeding going on out there. When I was young, my favourite past time was constructing cubby houses. I would’ve built at least a dozen in my youth. From cushions off the family couch; fortress, to a tree house with a branches that did all the sweeping for me across the floor when the wind blew – no housekeeping in that one, my fav! Apparently many kids also share that same instinct to build a shelter /home. I personally think that was a contributing problem for the aboriginals when the colonialists arrived in 1888: the Aboriginal communities were nomadic, so no housing, no visible established communities. Out of sight out of mind. I do find it intriguing how one group of people can have a born inner instinct to construct shelters, while another group does not. I bet their collective consciousness has changed by now. The above house on the left is from www.architecturaldesigns.com/ Above on the right was from Domain.com 16. Australian Houses Need Sloped Roofs (Steeply Gabled); No leaf problem, nor possum pee problem with steep slope roof. As it is below, the water in those tanks would be putrid brown from the leaf tannins, mould, mouse, frog, lizard and possum droppings. Please start thinking Australians (Sorry for my quick slightly out of proportion, slightly exaggerated line extension – it has been brought to my attention that there is an element of dysfunctional person who might see this and think that this is MY house or MY design, MY architecturally designed house… who knows what they might think, but NO these 2 houses have nothing to do with me. They are examples of rooves. I particularly want to make a point of saying HA HA to all the people who want to know whose houses they are - you don’t get to know, you're not allowed to know. You are forbidden to know. Bad luck, you will just have to put your “control freak” tendencies back into check. I left a bucket under the gutter, while the tank extension was getting fixed on a rental house at Gin Gin, and this was what accumulated overnight – from the dew on the roof, amongst the Eucalyptus stamens and leaves. Putrid – this is what happens on all tank water homes, although this one was a little worse since there were gums nearby. At kookaburra Park, where I lived for 3 years. All the houses there were bush blocks, owned and designed by a German couple with the stipulation being; there are no cats or dogs allowed, so the native wildlife can be left in peace. And as a result of this stipulation, and possibly the location as well (it wasn’t an ideal spot, although the bush was quite pretty), but the blocks did not sell very well and had been on the market for at least 15 years before I had moved in, there were still heaps of vacant blocks, at least half, probably more. When I was there, there were probably, close to 100 dwellings built, mostly self builders, and all them on tank water. I think the idea being to attract only, kind and caring, environmentally conscious people, however because the blocks didn’t sell very well, they were cheap and so has attracted, unfortunately a lot of low income people who steal, and possibly not even low income, just people who steal. People who have questionable morals. {I stress here, I am low income, yet DO NOT STEAL, nor have questionable morals}. Anyway, the reason I’m writing about it here, is because when I drove around Kookaburra Park one Sunday afternoon, of all of those 100 dwellings, one of them, (actually 2), stood out to me, because they had built a house with a really sloped roof, I thought, well well well, there are only TWO thinking people, in this whole park, who has built a house, where the wildlife (which was in abundance), wouldn’t be able to venture on their roof, and Eucalyptus stamens, and leaves won’t collect in their gutter; so they wouldn’t have to spend every day sweeping, cleaning or hosing the roof off, or drinking putrid water. I think I need to add here. I mean if you want to create the situation for yourself and don’t mind drinking putrid water, that’s fine, go ahead. But if you rent the house out, then the situation is suddenly unacceptable; you’re not providing clean drinking water for your tenant. I remember some years prior, I went round to my dad‘s place, who was in retirement years, he lived in an 120 year old federation house. It had been raining then, and when I got inside, there in the middle of the hallway, was a saucepan - collecting rain. I couldn’t believe it! I demanded to know how long that this leak had been going on for, and why had it not been fixed already - seemingly just ignored for so long, that the water had started leaking through the ceiling! I practically had to turn around and say to my brother and father who were both there at the time “suddenly, do I come from a family of morons?? When you see moisture in the ceiling, you can’t just ignore it! You can’t be lazy Australian home owner idiots, trying to sweep all their problems under the carpet. You have to literally go up there and fix the leak before it turns into a whole ceiling, roof and wall disaster collapse - costing thousands and thousands and thousands” ! GET UP THERE! So, they both seemed to be in a little shock, turned the footy off, and went up there, into the roof caivity armed with a tube of silicon, where upon, they saw the leak around 2 roof screws, and fixed it. Easy. 15 minutes. Typical Australian ignoring all their problems. I later discovered from the new owner, after dad sold it, that there had also been a leak in the master bedroom, which had been ignored, and the new owners had to replace the whole front wall of the bedroom - costing them a small fortune. Without a woman – a house is nothing. 17. Nuisance Neighbours (Plus a list of every single place I rented since I left home at age 18) At the moment my neighbours, up the hill are very quiet, I haven’t heard a peep out of them for at least two days, which is unusual, and then I realised that I haven’t really written about this in detail. I did mention it briefly in my photo story “Sound harassment when I exit my house” on page 5, at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin. But I’ve noticed that every time I’ve had neighbours within close proximity, it’s been a problem, it first started when I lived at Petersham (Sydney) with that stupid psycho blonde bimbo that I have mentioned numerous times, who was following me and harassing me majorly, and has continued to do so in the many years since I’ve left Petersham. {WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.} I also did kind of talk about it in my photo story “Typical neighbourhood scenario, 2 girls eavesdropping on family and friends“ on page A, with neighbours in Leichhardt eaves dropping on my conversation with my aunt. When I was living at Hornsby, if I made a very loud noise, I noticed the neighbour, downstairs in turn would make a loud noise – such odd animalistic mimic behaviour. I mean why can’t you just hear the neighbour, realise it’s a neighbour making a loud noise, and then just get back to what you were doing; why would you stop what you’re doing, and mimic them?? TOTALLY BIZARRER BEHAVIOUR- like juvenile delinquent. Infact I strongly feel, only a slightly retarded person would do that. (I mean, maybe if there were loud unusual noises happening all the time, and it was really annoying you, you might want to take some sort of action to do something about it, but mimicking them in the long run is not actually going to do something about it; if you have an issue, you have to complain to them or someone, and confront. Making a loud noise from afar is not going to resolve anything, and maybe those slightly retarded people just need to know what the noise is, when they find out what the noise is, suddenly everything is ok for them. (Control issues – little people issues). BTW, this is an issue also for housing developers – people need sound proof housing. So important for that sense of peace, privacy and home comfort. I have come to the conclusion, because, it’s not every neighbour that harasses me, it is a certain type of person who harasses me, and basically, as far as I am concerned, they fall into ‘dog category’, as in, not fully evolved or smart, and you know, I pretty much have gone my whole life not really making these distinctions, pretty much treating everybody equally, and not biasing anyone based on their mental capacity, I mean who cares if you are not an academic!! But really and truly, I cannot ignore this factor any more, because the type of person that harasses me and steals from me, just falls in to the complete non-thinking LAZY stupid category, and as I definitely believe in the COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS, in regards to raising awareness of problems in order to overcome them, I am writing about this phenomenon. Also, I need to add, pretty much I haven’t had too many problems with kids, related ‘dog problems’, I’ve had problems from young people at the time, my peers or thereabouts in my 20’s, it wasn’t really until I moved to Builyan Queensland, when I discovered I had neighbourhood problems from the kids. Also at kookaburra Park, I mainly had problems with adult neighbours, but occasionally there were some kids down the road who decided they wanted to cause some mimicry problems too. And then of course at my new address here, there seems to be a huge problem with the child who lives next door up the hill, I can’t actually see them, as there is bush in-between my unit complex and their house, and they are up on a steep hill. I have not had too many probs from the neighbours in my complex, (just the usual stuff). So, I think it’s a little boy who lives up the hill, I am not entirely sure whether it’s a little boy or a little girl, or the mother posing as a little boy - somewhere along the lines of Bart Simpson, I have noticed there are some women who do this; they put on a voice when they harass, as in, they’re trying to indicate, that they’re not being themselves – giving themselves away. Actually, I think it’s pretty much the whole family that causes the problems, there appears to be two kids and mum and dad, plus a new baby crying. I later realized, the person who I thought must be the nuisance child’s, brother, is actually the dad – they carry on like brothers squibbling. But mainly it is the child and the mother who both harass me. Although I saw the mother once just before baby screaming sounds, (as she also stalks me down the street) and she was not pregnant, so not sure what is going on there? Baby noises from an app? or maybe she is one of those ‘small’ women, that you can hardly tell is pregnant? Nutrition problems. (Long brown curly hair, looks like an islander). She and her child also followed me up to the farmers up the road who sell manure, I believe they stole a bag, then they yelled out, so I would know it was them. These are the people who are nuts, you idiot police. At my new address I decided to keep a list - a harassment list, of every time they harassed me, just like when council advised me to do that for a barking dog problem at previous address. I’d write it down, and I’m not just talking about people/kids making noises. I’m literally talking about this kid yelling out my name, or mimicking sounds that I made. It is very obvious that they were harassing me, as opposed to when I can hear them just playing their childish games with one another – they seem to play a game that consists of a lot of yelling, well, screaming really, unusually so.) I figured it was a young boy. And over time I noticed the older brother or young father plays with the child and makes him scream, scream a lot. And re-that screaming, I was advised that that is a thing called “Terra-play” – literally a thing: A sibling, older sibling usually, (but in this case it may be the father), terrorising, the younger sibling for fun. And what happens: the child, not only being afraid, but being excited, because relishing all the attention that the older child is lashing upon the younger child; so, the younger child grows up to crave “Terra” in their life! Fully sick! And intern the older sibling who was terrorising, looks for younger type victims to try to terrorise! Insane behaviour!! Bumbling parents just bumbling along creating dysfunction, creating terrorists. So, it’s not just school teachers who do this, but hopeless parents too, apparently mothers who spend a lot of time drunk perpetuate this problem. So, I guess my advice is: if you can hear your child screaming repeatedly, constantly, in playtime, you need to interfere; sit down with the person who is terrorising and tell them not to play in such a negative uncouth manner. Don’t just do nothing and just think “they’re just playing”. You need to interfere and do something, take action. Don’t be a bimbo mother. And so, as I have been reading over my harassment list, I see it is quite significant. When my harassment list, reached two pages long, I thought, I definitely have grounds to put in some sort of complaint, but I can’t complain to the police because, well, if you’ve read my blog, you know about my experience with the naive police, so I thought, as I’ve had experience with neighbour’s dogs, as in, the canine variety, and it is Council that one complains to about dogs. I thought this is exactly the same kind of complaint! Almost! People; when they constantly hear dogs barking, it annoys them, and complaints are made. Well, next door, is like family of dogs who seem to be clueless about the fact that they’re harassing me and causing stress, well, not clueless about the fact that they’re harassing me, (they do that quite deliberately in order to try to manipulate and control, but mainly boredom in my opinion); but they seem to be clueless about the fact that they’re causing problems for me, number one being, they are a NUISANCE, causing stress. (Again, that stupid factor coming into play). But then I thought, I probably need to be more direct, and so have written a photo story called “The Bimbo Dominatrix”, where I describe this problem, {in Gunnedah, I had women who would follow me when I went into town for the day, and stayed at my dad’s. The female dogs would follow me, and go across to the abandoned house at the car mechanics next door, and yell out when they saw fit. Verbal and Sound Harassment. This is the same manner that the woman up the hill follows/harasses me now.}. I thought, if I have any more problems from any neighbours, I’ll print this photo story out, and put it in their letterbox! I think, actually that’s the reason why I haven’t heard a peep from my neighbours, since I put that story online, but I have noticed they tend to harass me in phases, so maybe two days of constant harassing me, and then the following 5-6 days, all quiet. Then it’ll repeat – not restricted to the weekends, I always think it is odd how the child is not in school, or the husband is home and not working, and why the wife would have time to follow me when I went into town? It’s very odd. Someone signed me, that it’s my landlord harassing me, although I do find that a little strange, since I was told my landlord lives in Brisbane, and the Real Estate agent lives on the other side of town. So, I don’t see how it could be my landlord? Maybe it’s someone pretending to be my landlord, as in, the dogs who plays sides . But every address since about 2006: neighbours and their guests: problems harassing me. Stalkers. 2yrs later, I still have problems from the child mainly. I am certain infact that most problems of harassment I have are related to renting and not being the home owner. I am sure of it. It’s not just a case of the ‘well the grass is always greener on the other side’. I can’t stress enough how ROTTEN it is to be a renter in Australia, with so many stupid bogans who harass single ladies, and stupid dog women who steal from single ladies. (An issue not talked about – no forewarning given at any point). There is no “quite enjoyment” ever. Every single place I rented since I left school/home at age 18 1. The Y – ywca at Darlinghurst, just off Oxford street, Sydney.(why on earth there? “expose yourself to all the dirty cityperves young country girls”) 2. Shark and Ellie’s house at Chatswood, (no dogs! Only the real killer canine’s!) 1992 3. North Sydney unit next to Wenona junior school, 1993 4. Pendle Hill unit above Charcoal Chicken Shop, 1994 5. Dulwich Hill house with bad flat mate, little boy 1995 6. Petersham crap house with psychodog short blonde stalker thief, major dogs in that ‘hood 1996 7. Grandmas at Pretty Beach and Kilcare! half little girl landlord 1997 8. Michael and Janice’s house -room, 1998 9. Hornsby Unit (soundproof walls, indoor heated Swimming pool, sauna and now spa!) 1998 10. Rowan Leigh farm, Dietrich Rd, heavenly, 1999 11. Cull farm with extreme fertile soil, 2000 12. Melbourne - Preston house with bad flatmate Matt who is friends with psychodog short blonde stalker thief, 2004 13. Tulcumbah farm with little girl landlord, (and box room – room just for empty boxes!), 2006 14. Rangari farm with excellent garden but possible thieving landlord little boy, 2008 15. Long cottage at bloodthirsty lawyers place, 2018 16. Builyan house, next door to bad man, and half little girl landlord 2018 17. Colosseum farm with evil folklore fairy scoundrel landlords, 2018 18. Kookaburra Park house with evil little girl landlord, 2019 19. current unit with non-sound proof walls, 2022 20. 2024 moved (again) to secret location – 50million times better than last, no child next door. ‘Little girl’ landlords are the worst, so I guess only 4 out of 18 is not too bad! I’ve written on my blog before about the monumental effort it is to relocate. I’m going to put it again here, and I’m going to add: anyone involved in the forced relocation of myself; I’m going to deeply curse you. All the latter half were forced relocation. Here is a good spot to quickly mention, I have been learning about history lately, and in particular the development of New York, how New York was built on immigrants - mass immigration (rumour had it, that America was the land of the free !), and so arose the phenomenon of high density living, with buildings known as The Tenements. Basically, they became slums, with greedy landlords trying to fit as many people in each building as possible, encouraged by the government so rich people could get richer. They were all sorts of problems, one being that of suicide - believed to be the result of one of the worst lifestyles you could have in life, being that of high-density living conditions. Suicide! (And so stop bloody breeding! – all you need in life, is a good home to live in, and water. Kids not necessary, think about it). Eventually they did something about the Tenements, although it was a process that only began 100 years after it started, and was only fully acknowledged as a problem with and laws being laid down to housing developers pretty much 200 years after it first became a problem, no government likes to look after poor people, they only like to blame suicides on mental health or “transgender” problems, when the real problem is simply not a safe comfy home to live, and they steal as much as they can from them – exactly like the Commonwealth Bank today; who likes to not only reward the rich, but punish the poor {fully sick}. So, you can see, it takes humans pretty much a long time before problems are addressed, and change only comes around when people stand up and FIGHT for better conditions. Of course, back then they didn’t have social media, and all the clever and wonderful ways of communication that we have now, plus all the “committees” and council infrastructures we have now. So, I expect any problems of today, to be fixed within a much shorter period of time!! And without riots, mutinies or revolts having to occur. Ofcourse I was ban from social media due to communication oppression and truth telling, so I can see riots, mutinies or revolts will still need to happen, in order for the greed to stop. t 18. Landlord Providing Air-Pollution Houses This is another thing renters have to put up with; old fashioned fireplaces that no longer work properly. No one (the landlord and myself) really knew what the problem was because the flue appeared to be clear. But part of the smoke came out the front, instead of up the flu, plus when I opened the door to add a log, smoke poured out then aswell, so it got worse till it reached the above photo Smokey state. About 12 months later, I had some money so I purchased a split system for the house – I had asked my landlord David Heywood to do something about the fireplace, and he refused. He flat out refused NO, and shaking his head firmly. In fact, I asked him for a split system, but like everything I asked for, he refused. He was totally determined not to spend a single penny on the house, (although he did have to replace the hot water system as it was really old, and broke, aswell as the shower recess had to be replaced, as it had a big crack in it {he actually accused me of jumping up and down in the shower so it would crack – wishful thinking idiot}. Do you see what landlords are like. Over the 10 years, that’s all that landlord had to do, I can count on my hands the number of times I ever contacted them (at one point I suggested that I oil the veranda to get another 10years out of it, as it looked fairly old, but he refused even to pay for the oil (nor did he even mention at that time he was planning on selling it in 3yrs time). So, the number of times I ever even spoke with David and Brenda’s would’ve been less than 10 times over 10 years so, so they both got a pretty good rental tenant in my opinion. (I was prepared to pay for the split system, because this fireplace was unacceptable) but after I had purchased it, THEN the landlord said that they would not charge me rent until the sum of money had accumulated for it, so they in fact would pay for it. I mean, that’s how tight my landlord was -would not outlay for it, I had to pay for it upfront. And my landlord was rich! he retired age 50, a millionaire then some. But, get this, at the time, he said, “oh well you should have asked me before to replace the fire”. OMG that drunk dipsy, I DID!! {I suspect that may be AM PM thing – who’s watching – people are disgraceful if they think no one is watching}. Landlords are “fat cat greedy”, and, who have barely any rules they have to adhere to due to bimbos who work at the RTA or NSW Tenancy Board making up rules to suit the rich. I believe at some point in that time my fireplace was extra smokey, SBS put out a show called “killer homes - is your house killing you” - I’m pretty sure that television show was inspired by my fireplace. I did develop a chest irritation cough. Still have it. Social media wasn’t quite so big back then, but if I had of put this video up on YouTube, I’m pretty sure I could’ve got it fixed there and then. Thank God for the Internet and social media, albeit, ban from a lot of it. And don’t you just love how the tenancy board have no problem sending around those young bimbo rental girls from the real estate‘s to do an inspection every 3 months (a total invasion into my life, and my privacy) and those little girls just love playing Nazi; “could you please move your plant 3” to the left, in case it becomes a problem for the next-door neighbour“, and “you need to obtain permission, if you want to keep a fish tank”……. Yet when it comes to inspections that involve life or death situations within a house, such as a smoke problem or the mould problem; do they actually do anything about that? About protecting tenants EVERY 3 MONTHS? No!, they don’t! They do fuck all - they are greedy little paper pushing clueless, bitchy bimbos. My neighbours are still stealing from me too. Its rental related. I wrote a letter to the Tenacy Boards: {btw, these people made my Sarina landlord fix the mould problem, eventually – and it was because of this letter} Dear Moron RTA women, Since you seem to be clueless about Human Nature, I have decided to email you and clue you in. One rental that I was living in, had a fireplace that when in use, omitted smoke, it was either a case of freeze to death in winter or put up with smoke. Of course I chose not to freeze and had to put up with the smoke; after 10 years of living in this house, I now have asthma and a whole heap of hot/cold related health problems, which a lot of people put down to the fireplace smoke. SBS ran a whole series on it; at the time: “Is your house killing you?” The current rental that I live in now, has extreme mould issues, it does not have proper cross air ventilation, which I believe is required by law in any dwelling. So, while you send your stupid little Nini bimbo rental girls around every three months to do an inspection on my personal living habits (and who love playing little girl Nazi), what the fuck are you doing about protecting the lives and health of tenants? FUCK ALL IS WHAT YOU DO. You goddamn greedy paper pushing bimbos. Get your arse into gear, and get some morals. 19. and 20. Australian streets are starting to look much better, finally. And Some councils are getting it right, some still are not screenshot of a street in Apple Maps, with no powerlines – a sweet little street, and I said “ I love streets without powerlines, finally they are burying them, well some councils are” But then the next day, I saw another brand-new street, and it had NOT buried its powerlines, so I angrily said something along the lines of “ Think you little council Mongrels” the photos are here. I want to add something else, probably not the best example below of a street with houses, but you can imagine a typical street, I can’t fit any more images in here. It’s like these houses have been designed for the pedestrian, for someone walking past so they can check out everyone’s house as they go past, It’s really bizarre, as well over half of them, aren’t even facing the right way - they’re just facing the street. There hasn’t been any thought to the SUN at all. So much wasted light and heat potential. I mean, I could say wake up builders, but, really, I have to say, wake up council, wake up town planners, wake up architects, and wake up every day people who are paying for these houses to be built. Start thinking. I know it’s difficult, I struggle too, but housing is worth the extra thought. 😁 21. Septic Solutions - Typical cement septic tank with the drip overflow diverted into a dug-out At Rangari, that house had a typical cement septic underground tank. It worked brilliantly, there was an overflow, and I channelled the overflow into a kind of dug-out pond out the back paddock – about 10m away, it took a week or two to dig out, but I did it after rain, so the soil was nice and soft, easy to dig, I don’t remember it being tooo hard, but I know digging is very strenuous, and you have to ‘bend ze knees’ – or I guess you could hire a bob cat or something. It was actually wheel-barrowing the dirt away, to around the other side of the garden, that was WAY too hard. Even though the overflow dripped out clear water, it was still ‘dirty’ water (called “black” water) - perfect for that pond. The plants I put in and around, absolutely thrived, it was very ornamental, and had no smell at all, infact it was one of the most lush, beautiful and tranquil parts of the garden, I highly recommend doing if you have an existing cement septic. I would say even, better do to this on your plot rather than have councils pipes take it away – waste nothing. Also, it only works because I did not use any harsh chemicals. It took water from the loo, kitchen (including dish-draw), and laundry. I just had to slightly change, to ‘reduced phosphates’ laundry powder (Biozet), and my cleaning products consist of vinegar and Tea Tree oil. It seemed to be able to handle the Dishwasher powder, I could not find any “green” washing powder for the dishwasher, but the cheaper one was fine, thankgoodness, as it is expensive. {The cheaper washing machine powders DO NOT WORK, they have huge amounts of bleach and will kill all the good bacteria, no more top brand labels. Actually, I think they changed that, as when I moved from Sarina I had no choice but to buy the cheap one, I used it on the garden and so far so good – see what happens if you write a blog about your life!} It is really easy to go “green” you don’t have to sacrifice anything or ‘work’ harder to be cleaner. I recommend too, only using tank water, and not town water, as that has chlorine in it, plus I know locally it is sourced from a river that has waste overflow. Tank water is by far superior anyway to town water. Tanks are essential on every house x4, and hiden away from the zombies. I found in our hot summers, the water would get really low, especially as the Tortured Willow grew, and it would be good if 2 people inhabited the house for that extra water run-off. But on the other hand, in winter it was always full, I think I recall I hooked up the pump once or twice and hosed the water out onto my orange trees, who absolutely loved it and took off. Plants in the septic water: Louisiana Iris – ‘Jeri’ (I planted 1, it only took a few years for them to take off) Zantedeschia aethiopica - Arum Lilly (not a weed threat in Gunnedah or many parts of Australia) Vallisneria gigantean – Eel Grass (I started off with that, but don’t ask me about it, I kind of forgot about it as the beautiful Iris took over, it may have still been there or may not have by the time I was forced to leave). Plants outside on the edge: Salix matsudana ‘tortuosa’ - Tortured Willow Chorisia speciosa – Kapok Tree Rosa floribunda ‘Shocking Blue’ Rosa floribunda ‘Fiona’s Wish’ And mowing the grass around there made it look really good I saw some animals / birds / insects, come and go from time to time, they were always disappointed, because on closer inspection, they could see the water was septic and not fresh for them. But I put a large birdbath in for them near the house. I think Queenslanders need to read this, as doing this, is 50million times better than having the overflow, flow into the creeks – which I have observed, happens on mass, up here, and is truly disgusting – I am from well-established NSW, and newsflash, “we don’t do that anymore” it’s bad for the environment, and ends up in the oceans. I personally can’t believe they’re still, not only allowed to do it, but it hasn’t already been monitored, regulated, and cleaned up - with fines being involved, for anyone who doesn’t get their arse into gear about this issue. It has been well documented the diseases that can occur if septic is in human contact. You know, kids swim in the creeks that have septic overflow just upstream - I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Not to mention people also swim at the beach where it ends up. I bet there would be septic overflows, that would go into the street run off as well. Why more people don’t utilise their toilet, laundry and kitchen waste water, is just weird to me, water is precious, every drop counts. And if you do this, it’s like you’ve got an abundance of free water for the garden. So, I sit here and hope someone might read this and contribute to making their bit of the world a little better, although as I hear one of my neighbours who seem to do nothing all day but harass me and have no morals, its those kinds of personalities that are destroying this planet with their carelessness and thoughtlessness. So I really wonder if anyone else gives a dam about the environment at all? 22. Worm Toilet and Compost Septic System This was another photo story I had up on Facebook before I was ban. (mmm, what a terrorists story – Australian Tv industry – you are stupid.) This was a popular click, because I said that this method was one of the best methods if you don’t have much water, and you live on a farm or in an area where you can do this; so, you can reuse your waste water, whilst at the same time, obtaining valuable nutrients, as well as composting your waste food, and lawn clippings! BRILLIANT As a renter, I have lived in quite a few different places with different set ups, and while I lived on a farm that had this particular set up – I observed, it was “really good”. What made it so good, especially in comparison to a waterless compost loo, was the fact that it was clean and ‘normal’ – like it works exactly the same as a typical flushing loo. It’s quite amazing how the water kind of bursts from the tank below, up onto the ground with no pump, I’d further like to see if that could be taken further up into a high tank up at roof height, so then you could put a tap on it and control that compost water better, - I’m not sure if that would work? That compost water is basically liquid gold for your garden and vege patch, fruit trees, but it needs to be used pretty much straight away, because if it’s left sitting around, it forms a yucky stench, and it’s definatly not to be used directly on any leafy vegetables that would cut the same day, and eaten. So, you need to be aware of these things, a lot of people just bumble along. I live on a place now where I have a waterless compost loo, that doesn’t use any water at all (except I have a bidet set up, which works brilliantly, not too much moisture). So, this loo needs to be physically emptied and cleaned every 2-3 months or so. (Which is quite disgusting). But also, and it can get fairly “live”, with rambunctious bugs and insects, that spill over from your bathroom to the kitchen - some health hazard issues. I am pretty sure I developed Thread worms, as a result of this loo. Maybe, I feel like that system just needs to be further developed, because the compost obtained is brilliant, and I can keep a bucket under the overflow outside to catch the drips, which is the liquid gold bit, makes any plant that gets some, grow like wildfire. Maybe a bigger drop is needed, like a bigger barrel at the bottom on ground level, with a 2m shute up to the loo, which could only be on a raised house or 2nd story? But then there still would need to be an easy way to remove the compost after 6mnths, so that you also did not have to clean, as in hose out anything like the filter (flyscreen gauze) that stops larger particles falling into the overflow pipe. I did live on a farm once where there was a normal cement septic tank, which worked brilliantly there was an overflow, and I channelled the overflow into a kind of dug out pond out the back paddock, which had lots of water plants around it and in it (you should have seen the Louisiana Iris) even though the overflow came out clear, it was still ‘dirty’ water - perfect for that pond, it was very ornamental, and had no smell, infact it was one of the most lush and tranquil parts of the garden, I highly recommend if you have an existing cement septic. There was another place I lived where the overflow from the cement septic tank was underground, they had dug out, perhaps cricket sized pitch area, and then backfilled it with rocks, so 60cm deep, and covered with soil on top of rocks, so you could not see it. After, I’d say maybe 12 months of living there, I could faintly see a green patch emerge. It was along that patch that I put all 8 fruit trees, 4 either side placed alternate. So, you would have to be silly not to reuse your waste water in my opinion - it’s a valuable source of water, and most plants love it. Of course, you have to be healthy, and only eat healthy food, no processed garbage, try to stick to organics. No chemicals. No condoms in the loo! Btw, when I moved to Sarina, all the septic overflows in the area, flow directly into the local creeks – so disgusting, you can’t swim in the creeks here. 23. DIY worm waste aerobic compost septic system - turning all household waste into liquid gold I knew some girl couldn’t resist! I find it when there is a chance of competition, suddenly people (male and female alike) come out of the woodwork, and try to show me how bloody good they are!! (I love it); So, yesterday I was attempting to draw my own diagram of a Worm Waste Aerobic Compost Septic System, and well, it was a good attempt, but in the middle of the night I awoke to realize, there were some issues, like the water has to flow through and under before exiting. Then low and behold, this morning, I find this diagram – and its brilliant, much better than my first attempt. This ones shows everything in good detail, I would think it perfect. The only thing I am curious about, is, it does not show a gravity up flow option. I have lived on a property that’s had this/similar system installed, and the waste water would rise out of the ground, in a pipe, it was gravity fed – it was like magic! So, I could attach a hose to the pipe, (it was just at soil level), then I could water the whole backyard – at least a 200m radius - which was wonderful. It was like a leave and let soak option. Especially good for an orchid. The plants absolutely loved this liquid, my vegetables were so prolific on this water, the water was full of composted nutrients – worm casts. It is a little time consuming doing it this way, as it is a constant flow. I determined (as I have lived on quite a few farms all with varying septic systems), that this septic is by far, the superior way to do it – especially if you live in areas where there are droughts, and water may be limited. Like pretty much all of Australia. There is basically zero waste on this system, zero waste water and zero waste nutrients/organic matter. Ofcourse, you have to use bio friendly cleaning products (easy to do). This system is really that good, I think this system ought to be mandatory for every new build – especially in QLD, a lot of QLD homes have their septic overflows going into creeks, that go into the nearby ocean. It is a little backwards up here in this regard, its like they never got the memo “we don’t do that anymore”. Forget about farmers over fertilizing their sugarcane, what about all those septics! The image above is from Zen Plumbing - www.zenplumb.com/onzite , unfortunatly based in America, and unfortunatly, they don’t operate in Australia. I did find 2 in Australia, one does not install in QLD, and the other wanted $26,400, when I winged they said they could do it for $9,900. Both of them are dogy as hell, total dishonest thieving hippi types. I would not deal with either, and don’t recommend them. But both have the gravity fed option. So, I was wondering just how high that gravity pipe could rise, maybe I could put it into a holding tank, then use a pump (or gravity, if high enough) to irrigate - that way I could have much better control on how that precious water is managed. A better ‘time management’ thing too. So, this diagram doesn’t seem to show any information about a gravity fed system. I mean possibly if you blocked the pipe where it says ‘y junction’, so water rises there (where it says line washout), though I don’t see how it would choose to go up there by itself? Why would it not rise up the wind turbine pipe? So that’s the only thing, I am unclear about, I will see if I can find out. 24. Odd Request Dear Cooktown Council, my name is Emily Bieman, I once resided in Gunnedah, but now reside in GinGin Queensland, but I’m looking to live in the tropics, I’m looking for somewhere to rent: my current rent is $180. Now, why am I emailing you, you ask, why do you care and how impossible would it be to find somewhere for $180 a week? What has it got to do with you Cooktown council? I can tell you, whereever I go, whereever I live, the local council in the area, suddenly gets an abundance of Government money to do all of their local roads, their budget basically triple quadruple‘s. And I know if I move to Cooktown, exactly the same thing would happen. There’s no written proof, don’t bother looking into it, except, if you want to have a look at Gin Gin‘s new main street, that’s pretty much proof, as well as Gunnedah‘s new streets and roundabouts. You might be someone in the know, if so, if you could find me somewhere to live that was suitable for me at $180 a week. Soon as my lease expires, after the summer, in May, I’ll be up there in a flash (so no rush) 😁 Kind regards, Emily Bieman No joke 0423 268 008 I never heard back from them!! 25. Bruises from Moving on my OWN I took a photo of my old lady legs covered in bruises 26. Inadvertent Government Granted Permissions for Real Estates to obtain Private Information This is a dodgy property management business, posing as a rental business; so, they can get all your financial information, they are called “Renting Here”, it’s a pop-up shop. They also post listings on realestate.com using the form one and form two rental applications. It is a total scam business. And in my opinion, a legit Real Estate agent, should also not be allowed to ask these financial questions, in order to protect people from businesses just like this one. And let’s face, it it’s none of a Real Estate agents business, what someone’s income is. It’s like it’s the excepted ‘norm’ and no one has stood back, and said “oh wait a minute, this is a total invasion of privacy, they ACTUALLY don’t need to know this information, and it’s none of their business.” You know, I just can’t believe the absurdity of these rules, that those self-declared self-important Real Estates agents, have come up with. It’s reminiscent of that guy who back in the day, the last century, horse and cart times, he put a toll on the road, he was like the first guy ever to do it, and he just said that it was a government toll, and they had to pay, or they could not pass. And people didn’t even question him, they just paid the toll and went on their way - it’s exactly the same kind of thing, it’s like data, invasion of privacy, and over controlling, is the made-up toll. They just want to be tyrannical. No one has done anything about it. Well, for all those people who want to be Hero’s, go and become a politician, because, polies can actually do something about this. A real estate should not have the right to ask about any financial details at all. NOR do they need to know previous address’s. There needs to be significant rule changes when it comes to protecting renters especially. 27. Warning about Body Corporates - Powertripper Take Overs So I’m having a personal outrage crisis here this morning; after discovering what some rich person has done; Prompted to go onto realestate.com after my landlord hiked up my rent by $40 per fortnight, (which I was not too impressed about, considering a mortgage would be half the price of this rent), but the banks refuse to give me a mortgage (discriminators who want poor ‘victims’ to have to pay rents to rich people, so they can get richer – BLATENT DISCRIMMINATION on behalf of the banks in Australia. BLATENT) So, I just happened to catch this particular listing, as this was one of the cheapest in the state; so, some rich person has purchased the above land and have divided it up into allotments, and are selling a smallish bush block. If you do not mind a remote area, then you might initially think this is a pretty good deal, like I did, however there are at least 2 factors about the area, that makes it not such a good deal. The first one is; the person who owns it, has decided to call themselves a body corporate, {they must have purchased it from the government a few years back or at any rate purchased more land around their initial purchase since, once they had figured out how to make money from it, even after its been sold on}. Such a scam; So, a Body Corporate has a lot of power and say over the people who live there, tangible and not so tangible. Plus, they charge money annually. {personally, I’m really not sure how they can get away with doing that – as far as I am concerned, it is blatant money-making theft.} And this is mainly what I’m so outraged by this morning, I mean owners have to pay rates to Council, same as anyone who buys a house and land, and as you can see above, I attached the rates and body corporate annual fees that were included on the listing of this property {Realtors sneakily normally DO NOT include the annual rates for that area in a listing – they should as I have noted Google and councils are trying to overcharge ‘new’ people}. As you can see, the body corporate fees are just as much as council fees – so a buyer of this lot, would be paying twice the amount they should be. I know there are some complexes in Australia, that have extensive gardens etc that demand body corporate fees, but for a bush block as above, that has NO UPKEEP OR MAINTENANCE - it’s up to the person who purchases it to maintain it, so the body corporate here is a moneymaking scam {I have read before, that this rich person purchased the land some years ago and built a resort – the resort failed, and it was turned into units for sale (along with body corporate fees for that resort area -there is cleared land and dams that are mown). I believe a few of them at any rate have sold, as they were available to rent short term last year – I guess holiday makers purchased them, to rent out in the off season? But in the rental crisis they have doubled in price, plus there are no pets allowed, and there is no water. Which brings me to my number 2 reason, THERE’S NO WATER - water being of utmost importance to me at any rate. It’s very dry in this area, but particularly when there’s a drought on. It seems to me this is just some rich person wanting to go on a power trip to ‘Lord over’ low-income people who could afford these bush blocks, in this remote area. It reminds me of the women who banned me from Facebook, they want to feel superior to me; the same as this owner of this land, is trying to feel superior to the people who purchased those blocks by being able to charge them all that money and make up rules for them. An entitled hoitytoity going on a powertrip, trying to lord over other people. It’s quite disgraceful. It also reminds me of my past landlord, when she had tired her boyfriends of all her antics, I noted she now is using her 12yr old son to ‘lord’ over, and do her work around her rental. No one talks about it, so there is blatent power tripping going on. (Her son will grow to resent her in the future, and in turn take out his frustrations on someone else, someone just like me). I have seen it, experienced it. Even if the CBA bank changes their mind, and gives me a home loan, (or I find a different lender – one that does not discriminate and can CLEARLY SEE), I most definitely wouldn’t purchase any land or house, that had a body corporate. In my near 50years, I’ve had experience with body corporate, even as even as a renter, they make an impact, and not only with the expense side. It’s the impact they make on your life from day to day with their powertripping rules – it’s huge and unwanted. They can be extremely antagonistic, and anyone they don’t like, they can sabotage. They are truly a disgrace; they are the ones who should be banned. They negate the whole reason why some one would want to purchase THEIR OWN place. 28. You Really Need to get this Right re Roof Insulation This simple layer of insulation on the new veranda roof, in top photo {but used on whole house roof}, makes the difference between needing the fan on at night only 2 or 3 nights on the hottest in summer, as opposed to near every night in January and February with no insulation or poor old fashioned bats. That insulation is not that expensive when compared to the amount of electricity you save on cooling, plus the mere simple “pleasant” atmosphere is creates is pricelsss, so don’t skimp you little cost cutters. Actually that house above may have had insulated roofing panels aswell as the silver layer of insulation – should have asked at the time… 29. Way too many Design Companies and Hardly any Construction Companies - Due to a Lack of Organisation Again, prompted to look at my options when it comes to new homeownership, I have discovered yet another big area of inadequacy in Australia, and that are the numerous companies that sell these kit homes, but the catch being, they don’t do any of the construction. There are so many companies selling these plans and kit homes with materials, literally hundreds of thousands of designs to choose from - yet none of them offer a build. And in Australia, that’s what we need. We need someone to literally build them. I did a Google search for builders, and compared to the dozens if not 100’s of kit home companies, I didn’t get any builders coming up in my area. I had a couple of carpenters, a chippy, someone who claimed he did ‘construction’ but when pressed, he said he doesn’t do kit homes, and then further when pressed, he said he doesn’t know anybody that would do a kit home. The only builder in the area he knows, does houses from scratch. I did give that guy a call, no response back so far. Well, it is obvious there is a shortage in this area. It seems to me, these kit home companies are lazy, and I just doing the easy part. I myself have designed an affordable home design, check my blog. It’s the actual construction where businesses are needed. We need someone to be organised enough that they can build these supposedly easy to construct self-build kit homes, that’s what most of them advertise, “easy to understand and build yourself” I suspect the reason why this industry is completely unorganised with this inbalance of design versus construction, is because there are not enough women involved in the overall big picture. After all, it is women who are the most organised. When it comes to men, they can be pretty hopeless in this area. You have to get organised and establish construction businesses, and not so many design businesses. You have to look where the demand is, and not where you would prefer to work. Of course, having said that design is of at most importance, but there are so many good designs, we have a better understanding of functionality now than ever before. 30. Just Look at what this Person at Mackay is Doing, to CASH IN on the QLD rental crisis So, as my realtor has just put my rent up by $40 per fortnight {yeeeaaaah like I can afford that – not!} I looked on RealEstate.com for a cheaper rental, and this is the cheapest one close by, for the same rent price as my current rent now. JUST LOOK AT IT. It is somebody’s pool cabana that they are trying to pass off as a rental!! When you read the description, it doesn’t even have a kitchen! Can you believe this disgraceful situation - brought about by rebellious Australian politics. Who is in power at the moment, Anthony Albanese. – Anthony, you may wish to actually start building some NRAS housing all up North QLD A1 areas – as in 30,000 at least is needed. And by the way, last week, when my realtor emailed me announcing another inspection, the email was deleted shortly after I opened it. Deleted from my outlook - and I believe Apple have devised a new feature where they can do this, that is delete emails that have already been sent. So, I assume that must’ve happened, - and as their previous inspection was within the same three months period, (which is not allowed), I assume they realised they had made a mistake, and so deleted it. But when this latest rent increase email came through 9:30 last night, the same thing happened, the email was deleted so I thought, they’ve made another mistake, and deleted it again. But this morning, it was back in my email outlook!! Absurd. - I can assure you, they have still made a mistake! Although this realtor out of my 30years of renting, has been the only one that has been cool with pets, so I don’t want to dish them too much! J But there was a black-out here yesterday around 345pm, I suspect they were responsible. Renters have a rotten deal in life. As I’ve mentioned before on my blog, (I think I mentioned it in my “solar panels not contributing to Electricity Bill by Essential Energy” photo story). But I had a huge problem with the power being switched off (blackouts), when I lived at Rangari, over those 10 years. And every time the power went out, something would be stolen. (The point of turning the power out, was because I had 8 CCTV cameras, and so if the power goes out, so did the cameras, and the thieves had carte blanche, particularly if I’m not home. So eventually, it was like a queue for me; whenever the power went out, or I had arrived at home and saw the clocks flashing to indicate the power had been out, then I would know, that something had been taken. (One thing happens, followed by another; always, over 10 years; dozens and dozens and dozens of blackouts). But they did it twice when I was living at Gin Gin too (1500km north of Rangari). And now they’ve done it twice here. Although I no longer have cameras attached to the power. But the first time it went out here, I had a Petunia stolen from the car port area. I believe ‘they’ were doing signs, acknowledging my “learnt que”. So, it went out yesterday too, and, I suspect it was because, it’s the rent increase; stealing from me via rent. Which they definitely are. It is outrageous the rent prices in Queensland, it is total theft, and pure greed from all the landlords in Queensland. Life Stories P9 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9(this) . LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

I’ve got my OWN favourite things now.... Julie Andrews!😁 These were my favourite songs listed here - but there's way more important things in life than Music, you really shouldn't concern yourself with music. Unfortunately, I purchased heaps of CDs when I was younger. Young and naive. Today, I would never purchase any music ever. And certainly NOT through Apple - Apple are the biggest thieves ever, followed by musicians. Plus, musicians get obsessed with people, and seem to suffer from the 'save me save me' syndrome; wanting other people to buy their music to save them. They are cruel and evil – demon like. There is an element of evil little boy in many music related areas, and you can see it on all social medias, widespread evilness. 1. – 122. Updated – deleted. You disgust me Little bit of trivia: I heard this song on a tv show, and thought it had good vibes, so I googled it - “Walk Like an Egyptian,” by The Bangles (1986). It said this song was ban by both BBC in 1991 and Clear Channel Communications in 2001. Reason given; “to avoid offending those who would relate to this song and its references to Egypt, and the conflicts in the Middle East”. Can you believe that! I thought what a load of rubbish, I would say this song was ban because the people who did, are nothing but a dick-heads - there’s no other reason. Seems banning people has been a popular nazi pastime for quite some time. Note, my days of listening to music are pretty much long over – music really is targeted at young people for a reason. Now that I’m older, I find music a little annoying, especially music, that’s not classical. But even classical, I have a limited listening period now, no more leaving the stereo on all day. I feel ‘music’ is like a child who wants all your attention, especially any song that has a lot of lyrics like horrid rap music for instance, and so your mind is not free to think about other things that you need to be thinking about, because the song is taking up your thought space, and usually with irrelevant and sometimes brainwashing content! And, it's so irritating getting a song stuck in your head! And it’s my experience of musicians, that they are the biggest thieves ever - if not them, they have shoddy and stupid friends/fans who are. But lacking common sense, I would say so. I definitely recommend also not listening to the radio - I’m not sure what I would have said, if someone told me this when I was 20, but trust me, just don’t waste your time or money. Certainly, don’t go to any concerts or festivals, there are some truly nasty, scanky types who have come from abusive homes, that hang out at music festivals. Major thieves. Major. They pick pocket. And they follow you around like desperate leeches. They specifically target people who have been raised in good families, and would fall into the category of ‘sweet, young and innocent’. This is why people later on in their 20s get tattoos, because they don't want to appear as someone that you could victimize, they want to appear as "tough". They are "party" people, and I am not! But I have seen musicians egging these bad people on, to cause mischief and rebellion, and trouble; really working the audience up into a state of brainwashed rebellious destructive behaviour. Who then leave the concert and do all sorts of bad things later that night. (They are able to manipulate them, as those kids were raised by hopeless parents). I remember reading about music in the 50s, when rock 'n' roll was just being introduced, and there was an element of people, apparently the ‘old bad’ people, who thought rock 'n' roll music was evil. I can see where they would get that attitude from, now as an oldie. But, I still love to dance to fast rock 'n' roll songs, well did, I have back/foot problems now, so can’t dance anymore. L L problems. Someone told me that it was musicians who are manipulating movie / tv actors into being evil and targeting people by using their positions of power to be bullies. I'm not sure if that's true, but it would be rich and arrogant musicians who would throw the rules out the window and do what they wanted. A “class” prestige they kid themselves with by breaking “the rules”. And I'm pretty sure I have problems with radio DJs girls, who were sending me musicians, like they thought they were doing me a favour, because I like music, so I must want to speak to the musicians!! So bizarre - no I do not want to speak to any musicians, and for fucks sake get some common sense. (I’m sure the majority are good and honest people, but the problems with some, outweigh the good by far.) And also, in Melbourne when they had just started online music downloads, I purchased 1 song and downloaded it from EMI, but then the thieves at EMI, charged my credit card (which actually was dad's, I did not have a CC back then - and you really need one, btw), so they charged me $30 at the end of the month, then every month for six months after that - so I purchased 1 song from their website for a few dollars, but the stole hundreds of dollars. Never ever give any music related people your CC. (So, since it was dads CC, I did not know they were stealing that $30 every month, when dad told me, I called them, but they did nothing and were zombie arsholes, and continued to steal the $30. Dad had to literally go down to the bank in Gunnedah and get them to cancel the card. There was no reimbursement. I want to add; Don’t think I was one of those girls who always carried dads CC around, and could charge it, whatever I wanted! - NO, ofcourse not. But before I left Gunnedah for RMIT, he agreed, that if I went down to Melbourne, he would pay for the course and course related stuff- (not incl accommodation, which was a huge problem). Of course, that song was not agreed upon! But I thought I could pay him back those few dollars, as I had to pay for it by CC, so that was my only way to pay for it. And btw, after he agreed to pay for my course, I turned up to campus to pay, and suddenly he said he would not pay after all! – I was furious with him, I had just travelled all that way down there – 2000km or so, with my 4 cats. And so, I yelled at him. So, then he changed his mind again, and paid for the course. So, I guess I was pissed off with him anyway for doing that. And also, after it did not work out in Melbourne or at RMIT (I only lasted 3mnths at RMIT, no situation would ever work out if I have dogs – and like I have stated, I constantly have dogs now, they constantly follow me around wherever I go, it does not matter if I am studying, working, relaxing, - they’re always there, creating monumental problems for me, like stealing ofcourse. I can’t do anything, with dogs there. And having dogs for so long, means nothing will work out in the future either. I guess, having ‘no dogs’ is something that only happens to other people. (someone later told me everyone has dogs – but I doubt that, as more people would be winging). I feel I need to add, by dogs, I am certainly not referring to depression, I am not a depressed person, never have been. I am literally referring to stupid women who follow me around, like dogs. If I go up to check the mail - there’s dogs, if I go to plant out one of my trees - there’s dogs (Address pending). So, after I left, he got his money back from RMIT – a full refund, so he got all his money back, except the EMI stolen money, and as if I could afford that. (I bet those dogs have ties at EMI). Also, back in 2013 or something, way after I had transferred all my songs from all my CD's onto the PC into Apple iTunes, (a monumental task, about 70CD’s), iTunes deleted all of them, as back then the songs had no tags or information, just number names. So, then I had to re-install all of them. There’s like you know thousands of my songs from all my CDs that I’ve collected over the years, so fuck them. BTW, I later tried to sell my whole CD collection, but nobody wanted them! Just because I have favourite songs over the years, does not mean I want you in my life. Comprehende? So, after I had declared myself no longer interested in listening to any music of any kind, in 2025 in my 50s, juts watching YouTube, still unable to walk, I sometimes occasionally clicked the Autobiography stories about famous Classical musicians, that came across my feed on YouTube. And i realise that I really do like classical music, in particular, I like Opera, in fact I love Opera! I have always liked it. Someone, quite some years ago, told me that I was a soprano. This came to me as quite a surprise, but considering my scream, I guess it must be true. I am inclined not to attempt any high-pitched singing, as I believe, it can raise the dead! I pretty much have never sung ever, due to the fact that I thought I must have a "bad voice". And, as I recall that time when I was kicked out of choir, they were singing "Downtown", which is a song all in low-key - so no wonder I had a bad voice if I'm a soprano! So, then I thought I've probably missed out all these years on the experience of singing. ☹️ And after watching a performance on YouTube, I was reminded of that singing teacher who booted me, as there was a song that was choreographed in this rather little girl style, a style that a lot of women adopt in their persona, like that singing teacher. The performance was an opera song. I absolutely loved it, as it reminds me of every single women have ever encountered! Whoever wrote that song is shear genius. And this particular singer really portrays the ‘little girl nature’ and that annoying ‘I’m winning’ rhythm, that I see so frequently in women. It was like total affirmation for me watching it, not only did I enjoy the high pitch singing and the kind of rhythm of it, but it was like total validation of "yes, that is exactly what women are like". So, not that I love women trying to cover their 'guilty bitch feelings' with jewellery, but I loved the acknowledgement that that's what they do. I mean the singer actually was dancing like a little girl would do too at one point, so it was comical as well! Really well done. Oh, I should mention this song was “Glitter and be Gay”, from the Opera “Candide”, written by Leonard Bernstein. And the clip I saw was the 2005 version sung by Kristin Chenoweth, who I'm pretty sure I have encounted before on telly, she is someone with absolutely no inhibitions, a total peacock, and probably has done some very bad bitch things in her life, fitting the song to a tea. She was perfect. I saw a few other renditions, there was another one Patricia Petibon, singing it over in France, and she was wonderful too. I have given her their nickname of Olive Oil! So, then I saw my other favourite opera song; Eccola (The mad scene), from Donizetti's Opera 'Lucia di Lammermoor. Sung by the late amazing Dame Joan Sutherland. She is so good at singing Opera it is unbelievable. And I just want to say as I was watching Dame Joan Sutherland for the fourth time, I really wondered if I could reach those high notes, like I was told a lot of women actually think they can sing opera because women have natural high-pitched voices! So, I kind of tried, and I just kind of got this croak coming out of my mouth! I mean I was lying down, but I knew instantly then, that I wouldn't be able to do it! And I remember my aunt Di, she loved Opera too, and there was one song, I can't remember which one, when she sung the extreme gusty gusto crescendo bit, Di would join in and sing alongside, and Di sounded exactly like the opera singer, like Di must've just practice this little segment bit over and over again until she had it pitch perfect, plus Di was quite a big woman, a big chest (big boobs), big frame, like she could really carry this deep high sound. Just like an opera singer. I thought it's a good way to sing in a dense suburban area, just put the music up loud, and you can get away with it - your only chance to sing "opera" without attracting too much attention to yourself! (Because they are really loud; sopranos don't even use a microphone at concert).

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia P2 1. Garden Grow Bags, 100L, 40cm high x 39cm wide. with handles STOLEN 2 of 3 Garden Grow potato bags has been stolen. I purchased 3 of these way back in 2012 or so from GE. One was stolen when I was living at Tulcumbah, near Keepit dam, Gunnedah. Another was taken from Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin (I think, it could have disappeared at Colosseum, Miriam Vale, QLD, there are heaps of farmer thieves in that area, just as bad as Gunnedah). GET YOUR OWN GODDAM POTATO BAGS you non-thinking morons. 2. I briefly visited Melbourne 2006, while I was there, these items were STOLEN Copper Kettle: Most likely stolen by the removalists who packed everything aswell as moved everything. Or it could have been flatmate Mat who had a slut girlfriend, who I think was that stalking blonde bimbo from petersham. Or it could have been my sister Penny who unboxed it at Henry st before I took box out to farm? Or some stupid dog who heard me talking about my copper kettle just before I went to get it, and took it a few hrs before I unpacked it - most likely in my opinion -fuck off you stupid thieving pervert unwanted goddam blonde bimbo DOGS. I miss my kettle. I missed it. I often cooked over flames, and needed it numerous times. BTW, I do not recommend those removalists who also pack everything, they neglected to pack anything in my shed - so all my tools were left behind, 2 kitchen cupboards under the sink were neglected, plus they put strong adhesive labels on absolutely all my stuff, impossible to remove - I could see their labels for the next 15 years on all my stuff. 2 Litres of Fine Grade Sewing Machine Oil STOLEN, I suspect by a Melbourne industrial sewing machine mechanic that came out to my house to service my overlocker - he did a shady job, and later the needle bar fell out while I was using it, and he had to come back to fasten it properly. So, he probably had a grudge. Unfortunatly, I did not write his name down, otherwise I would name and shame him - it is the only thing that works to stop bully thieves. The Cotton gardening hat was stolen while I visited an open Garden in Melbourne {which was huge at the time, 1000’s of people toured around every weekend at all the gardens – more popular than the footy!}. So I was in the huge garden, and I got up from a shady bench that I was briefly resting on, and I left my hat behind, literally about 20seconds later, I remembered I forgot it, and doubled back to get it, and in that time, it was taken. People are so fucked. A whole new 2L of PVA glue was also stolen from my linen cupboard in Melbourne, I suspect pervert female blonde bimbos. There were heaps of them at my RMIT course that I was doing – all of them were thieves, the whole class (I was the only honest person there). Female thieving young girl bimbos. There’re a disgrace. 3. Old Fashioned Long Handled Weeding Tool, with painted white handle, Stolen While I was living on a farm called “Tulcumbah” on the Orange Grove Rd, near Gunnedah; Knapmans brick house 2007. {btw, that 3bdrm brick house would have driven that stupid short blonde girl hung up on class, NUTS! HAHAHAH HAHHAH HA!! lol} This tool was part of a 3-piece set, belonging to my late Grandmother, including a rake, and a cultivator with 3 prongs. Today, I still have both, all with white painted handles. They are very old and high-quality garden tools. The kind they do not make anymore. I will ‘will’ the person who stole this weeding tool, to get cancer and die. Those tools also would irritate that stupid blonde, it was probably her. Although I do recall seeing that stupid woman, I think from BONDS, in western Sydney there? I wrote a story about it later, re, she stole 2 dozen trees I had planted on the Orange Grove rd. Total female bimbo Phsycho. She later stole my Petunia seedling from up rental unit here at Sarina, 30 yrs later, she was working for Bunnings. She belongs in jail. If it were up to me I would have her shot. In the ear. WAKEY WAKEY 4. Lilly's, Saffron and Tulip ‘Negrita’ – Tulipa BULBS STOLEN off veranda at Rangari The reason I suspect Marisa was because I saw her (or someone that looks like her but I’m pretty sure it actually was Marisa), who is now living in the UK, she was on one of those UK gardening shows, and they were doing this weird thing, and they were explaining how to lift plants, as in to transplant, it was like they were talking to my stupid and easily manipulated neighbours, and showing them how to dig up my plant and “lift” it - and thus they stole my saffron. That particular girl was at my fashion class, she really didn’t like me, she was rude. I’m not entirely sure why, what her problem was, she was just a bitchy little girl with red hair. So, I suspect she saw my garden, and was jealous, and stole my saffron. Typical little girl behaviour, but mainly, the underlying reason that they steal, is because they think they’re superior than me, and deserve it more than me. Talk about mental health problems; most girls are messed up in the head. And you know what, ever since my Saffron was stolen, whenever I’m shopping and I see saffron on the shelf, ($1000/kg) or I read a recipe that has saffron in it, I’m always reminded of the stupid little bitch thieves from TV world, that stole my saffron plant. And I get angry and pissed off every time. I purchased that saffron for me, it was a long term investment. I paid for it. I didn’t purchase it for some stupid little bimbo. You know now, due to all the stupid bimbo copycats, I can’t watch any gardening show from any country, because the TV presenters get their mignon friends, to “lift” plants from my garden. Especially anything rare or expensive (or extra pretty). They are disgraceful and have no morals or empathy for anyone but themselves. Who do you think helped me find rare and expensive plants in the first place? Who? Btw, that red head’ one day in class time, we were out at a clothing factory that had the new gerbre computer for textiles, we were all ushered to a room that had the new grading system set up, and I noted in the room next door was also the new CAD, computer aided Design. So, I quietly ventured next door, and started figuring it out and using it, playing around on it. And that red head girl kept bitching about me to the teacher, “she’s in the other room, she’s in the other room and not here doing this”. And the teacher was like - Oh my god you stupid dog (under her breath ) “she’s doing it, just leave her alone”. You know this totally summarises pretty much all women, in my opinion, they’re just non-thinking little jealous bitches. I bet she is a bloody third born. I can’t reiterate enough, and how many times do I have to say it: stop having more than two kids you stupid bimbo mothers, you cannot raise fully functional “multiple kids”. FYI worldwide, there are 14million refugees – that’s 14million UNWANTED KIDS WAKE UP and stop bloody breeding. Why am I the only person with this ultra important message. 5. CCTV camera Vandalised & Destroyed by stupid parents trying to EMPOWER their kids This camera was set up on my mailbox at Rangari, on the farm, because the neighbours kids we’re vandalising my mailbox and possibly stealing my mail. I know it was the neighbours kids because get this; my neighbour Steve Carter, must not have wanted his boys ending up like the complete anal pussy type of person, (such as that you might find working at the Gunnedah Post Office), so he “used” me to ‘empower’ his kids, by bringing his kids around to my place on their quad bikes, I saw them, (they’re really a wealthy farming family - rich, arrogant and uncaring), and he encouraged them to vandalise my mailbox. I saw them do it from the pine forest, I had walked down to see what the commotion was. (Mail box was about 1/2 km from the house). A supervised vandalization by their dad. So that’s when I put up the camera, and then a week later this is what I find. What an arsehole. What a truly revolting family. I believe other parents do it as well now, copying Steve Carter. Using me in this sick manner. Rack off you stupid “using” parents. Empower your own little spoilt brat kids. My last landlord did it too (copycat) she encouraged her 12yr old son to poison my water-bottle with pee. Parents with serious mental health problems, she implied later it was not her, it was her friend Winifred. And I think some stupid farming woman did it just last week too; brought her kids around to vandalize my trees out front, and stole the frangipani – either them or Sarina council. I got a photo of them with car dashcam, white single cab Toyota Ute, it’s on you tube now. Stupid farming woman copying Steve Carter. I bet all those thefts at Colosseum, near Miriam Vale, Agnes Water, like my chocolate and roo mince out of the fridge, were done by stupid farming women egging their kids on, copying Steve Carter. In true stupid style. I would say over half the items stolen from me to date, have been done in this manner, by stupid copycat parents/uncles “egging” their kids to do something bad. Thinking that they are having fun with their kids. Absolute arsholes. Australian bully culture. How much is petrol today! The young people who turned my aquarium up at new address and cooked my fish – I bet – egged on by their stupid parents. Stupid raising stupid. Mmmm, it seems I need to do a photo story called “ Ways to Empower your Child without stealing from Emily Bieman” (goddam people are stupid – work it out yourselves). Man – this is a whole big thing, and it starts from the get go, day one of birth. It is a whole “way” of raising a person, and also being around other people, all other people. It is this thing called respect; parents just don’t bother teaching it anymore – without FEAR. Parents; so stupid, as now, if I want some stupid little shit to be respectful, I have to be scary. And you cannot suddenly teach your child empowerment in one situation. Savvy parents know already how do to it. Only stupid parents would encourage their kids to break the law and find a victim to pick on, to bully, as a way to feel empowered. STUPID. It reminds me of 2 of my 2 siblings, one raises his kids a certain way, the other, his wife mainly, raises in a different way. And it is SO OBVIOUS which way is better. The child that is constantly watched and monitored, and told what to do and when to do it by his mother, mainly, (USED; ride your child!), is the child who is UNEMPOWERED, and thus also is rude, disrespectful, and ‘naughty’. The other child who does not have “over control-freak” parents, is fully EMPOWERED, and is a child that behaves and can take the initiative, and is respectful. SO OBVIOUOS which way is the best, when it comes to child rearing. If your child misbehaves – parent – it is totally YOUR FAULT. Stop stupid parenting. There seriously needs to be compulsory parenting class. Also, I did a story when I was living at Gin Gin about empowering your kids so that they can later know how to compete in the workplace. I mentioned dancing, anyway, that is another story that has been stolen! I had so many that I wrote at Gin Gin that have been deleted off my PC. I can only assume that there's a whole heap of thieving writer bimbo women who live at Gin Gin. Anyway, it was something about getting them to do dance class in co-ed situations, so boys particularly, can learn how to be around women how to communicate with them, how to feel comfortable enough to approach any woman. This is a huge problem in Australia; all the little boys would prefer to go dirt bike riding. I feel dance classes should be compulsory every year of their school life with coed classes. And I want mention, above I said "ride your child"; so many people do this, it's so unhealthy. Furthermore, not just parents do it, people in the workplace find other people to pick on, just do the same, like copying their stupid parents. So, one way that they do this is ‘disciplining in a mean and nazi manner’, instead of the ‘proper way’. Or worse, ‘disciplining in a mean and nazi manner’, when they haven't really done anything wrong, say a child may make an inexperienced manoeuvre, like crash into the hall table and break the glass vase due to youthful enthusiasm; and there's parents who really rouse on their child for such things. It is so weird, because just wait till they start doing damage deliberately!! That's when they should be really roused upon. So, does one have to be mean disciplinarian to show your child how to be careful? NO - use your creativity, so they don't have to grow up and copy your stupid behaviour and rebel against your over disciplinary actions. While I didn't have parents who were like that; ‘mean and nazi’, I feel like I have a lot of experience, because there are so many people I see, do it, Autralians. From the moment I left home and went to school in Armidale; there started, the ‘over-disciplinary” little girls who work there. Then later, as I was not living a conventional life “not married, no kids” I get accused of being a ‘child still’, like by the bitch nurses at the Bundaberg clinic. Also, arrogant men, arseholes who don't “get lucky” do it – “ooh, still a child” -not only men, more often women as they try to match me, then when they see I am not interested, they get pissed off (!) “why can you be like us”. It's a repeated issue for me. So, after they decided “oh still a child” then they go about treating me the way that they think a child ought to be treated. I have firsthand experience of what type of people they are, how they handle things that they have NO CONTROL over. Hopeless. Such irony too. 6. My Seed Measuring Spoons Stolen ½ tsp measure STOLEN was stolen from inside my house at Rangari, Gunnedah, NSW in 2016 I use this teaspoon on a daily basis as I sell seeds and I use it to measure out the seeds, so I hope that person gets cancer and dies. Furthermore, I believe the person who stole, it was a television cooking related personality, and they had ordered seeds previously from me, {I had advertised “a heaped spoon” for some of my seed sales}. And I believe this person was ‘gruffted’ because they didn’t feel like their seed qty was ‘heaped’ enough, being a cook. And so they stole my spoon out of stupid childish spite. And this is unbelievable greed, because most people when they send you seeds, they send often less than 50 seeds (other seed sellers are very scabby), yet in my heaped ‘spoon’ sales, there would be literally thousands, if not millions of seeds in each pkt. Yet this person was still ‘gruffted’ enough to steal my spoon. Stupid little idiot. Btw, as I have (had) a whole set of measurement spoons in this black finish, today when I went to find the tablespoon, I noted it was gone too. 7. Alpaca fibres STOLEN, many, a lot, small portions like this This much (80g) of hand dyed dirty green alpaca fibre was STOLEN out of my cupboard, some time within the last 3 years I have had countless amounts of small amounts of fibre stolen out of my fibre cupboard, whilst I lived at Rangari. Not to mention knitting needles. I believe there are a lot of knitters in Gunnedah, as well as a lot of old NEGS girls who sit around and knit. But, I suspect my landlord has been stealing my fibres, via her husband or her daughters, I’m not entirely sure? She sees me knitting, and wants to knit the same - in typical female jealous form. Hey, you silly bimbo, these are my fibres, get your own dam fibres and dye your own dam fibres; get out of my life. Since I relocated to a house where the landlord does not knit, I have had no more fibre stolen. 8. Evil Sneaky Female Camera Sabotage Thieves This really happened to my camera, it is not a figment of my imagination; My little Kodak camera , purchased in 2005, served me well. It was a good purchase, (albeit $1000! from HN), but it is a ‘superior’ point and shoot easy camera. You are paying for simplicity in use, and superiority in function. This very fact, if you have been reading my blog, and now have an understanding of the jealous bimbos who stalk and obsess over me, you will know, that this camera, would really piss them off. As they think I am “undeserved” of anything good / superior. It is a thing for them, their issue. Their bimbo issue. So those evil bitches, came up with a plan to sabotage – they could not steal it, its value would raise alarms. So, one night it was ‘borrowed’. And when I went to use it subsequently, I discovered there was a speck of something inside the lens. That certainly was not there before; now permanently marking every photo. It was either tampered with, or swapped camera for camera, good with bad (actually I think the latter is more likely; this is what they do, they have done it on several items (my fabric scissors, my cocoa, spray bottles, crockery, bread flour….), and they think I will not notice – stupid bitches. I tried to fix it, but was unable to put it all back together again, and eventually I just had to chuck it out of frustration. Thieves Thieves Thieves. Now I have no good camera, the $1000 Sony one I purchased to replace it, was CRAP, I since sold it for $300 at Cash Converters, the only place where I could sell it, since I have been ban everywhere else, and they ‘stole’ from me with that price. And the one I purchased to replace that, was the Panasonic Zoom, also, inferior – no idea how to do good camera. BTW I heard a thieving dog at the time this was going down, it was at Peter Longs. Camera was Kodak EasyShare DX7590 9. Plant Ownership, amongst other dodgy things out of Control In Australia Hort Ind Example; NON hybrids, Isopogon divergens is Isopogon divergens, it is not Isopogon “Stuckey's” like Belinda Trigg from Trig Nursery sold it as. The horticulture industry is wrought with tricksters and persecutory tormenters with big arrogant egos or kids who want to ‘name’ plants. Not naming any names, Belinda Trigg, (oh whoops I already did), since she banned me from her online shop, for no apparent reason; {She banned me from her shop because I called her out on Facebook, social media about her pretending to be Philip Stuckey from Pretty Woman}. (I told you I have women who try to inflict pain on me – they coward cunts – trying to empower themselves, and trying to use me for this purpose.) Even worse that that foolish cunt, is other women who seem to try to protect those bully women, and give her favour for business. Reward the bullies, that’s what they do in Australia. Beastly bully pain inflictors, who don’t think anyone is looking, well guess again, we have social media now, where everybody sees everything, so don’t mess with me unless you are happy with EVERYONE seeing what you do you little coward bullies. well, just don’t mess with me STOOPID. What were you thinking you stupid woman. NOT WITHOUT MY PERMISIOONS YOU SENSELESS LITTLE CUNT And while I am at it - there a lot of dodgy women in the horticulture industry trying to sell plants to suckers. I have been victim at least 3 times, with labels stating that it is certain colour, when it’s actually not. Or has a fragrance when it does not. And, this is also what they do; In some poor country, in Asia somewhere, maybe Africa?; they thought of a plan to make money for the local community, and that was by collecting a native plant that grows there, and tell all the wealthy Europeans, and or “stupid Australians” that it was super healthy food (Goji berry). This is a total lie, Goji berry is super sweet, not super healthy. And of course, it is a weed in its native area. But today it is a huge money maker in the health food industry, all based on a lie. These are the greedy thieving dishonest antics that people get up to for money, and I personally believe a lot of people do not understand the concept of win/win, they just want win/lose, they don’t care if the consumer loses. And do not realize this is a bad business attitude which will end in FAIL. And, so, not only are there those types of people who know perfectly well what they’re doing in the “scam money making market”, but, on the other hand, there’s a lot of people, re sellers, that have no idea what they’re doing, and they’re selling these deceptions too, like plants to people in certain areas where the plant has got buckley‘s chance of growing; labels aren’t labelled correctly with a proper growing conditions. Such as “will die if waterlogged” or “will not stand humidity” or “will not stand prolonged inland droughts”. Stuff like that is important and always missing. Sometimes I suspect they do it deliberately, so people buy the plant, the plant dies, and then they’ve gotta buy another one. It pays to read up about plants before buying. Since it’s really easy to do with Google, it’s like fun homework! 10. Knitting Needles, Stolen, Returned, Some still Stolen, plus others not shown here Stolen, plus Fibres Stolen, and more Stolen These knitpro needle cables , were stolen, but after I posted this - all but 1 were returned! Seriuolsy, there is some blonde woman out there, who is making it her mission to retirieve all my needles. I am certain of it, plus, if they can’t be found, she is even going so far, as to purchase new ones, and slip them in their envelope. So this one is the only one missing now - of the expensive Knitpro brand ones, but I have had HEAPS of others stolen, mainly when I lived at Rangari, as there are a lot of knitters in Gunnedah - thieving old ladies who do not know about ebay, and can get their own new metal modern needles for a few dollars, STUPID OLD LADIES; blonde bimbo types, but now old and grown. So below photo shows all the metal needles missing today. Below that, shows some of my Bamboo ones missing. And below that is a photo of all my knitting equipment - I am a serious knitter! It is infuriating siting down on a new knit project reaching for my needle box, only to discover the ones I want are NOT THERE. INFURIATING. This happened multiple times. MULTIPLE, some sort of dog game. As I am thinking about my new project and what size needle I will use, someone sneaks in and takes the size I settled on. So, not ALL that has been stolen, is shown here. I have not even gone through my Bamboo sets, to see what’s missing (I prefer knitting with metal!). And heaps of different fibres were stolen over the 10 years I lived at Rangari. I hope the Bimbo women who stole them get cancer and die, then burns in hell. You stupid untrustworthy, dishonest, thieving women. Womens biggest weakness – they are DISHONEST. Course, it could have been Heath Barwick the halfwit drug dealing neighbour who stole them. 11. Gunnedah Council Library Dogs – devious plans to steal through fines This photo was stolen, not only off my website, but from all my backup devices! Plus, my reviews were removed from 3 different online websites. I think it is worth making another photostory about it. I mean I was fairly angry when writing it, and this is reflected in the story, there is some swearing. I still am angry about. It describes my experience with Gunnedah Public library, and how I was cast out by stupid bitch dogs. (Stolen because those goddam bullies at Gunnedah Council do not want anyone to know what they get up too – their true nature). Their main issue, they do not want any ‘well read’ smart people, they want girls to be just as stupid as them, they want everyone to be the same as them. Plus, they devised a way to steal cash from people: I was going through a phase of borrowing a lot of books (back around 2007). This one particular librarian, blond brown hair (If I could name names, I would) refused to give me an extension on my library loan, as I lived out of town – no reason why she could not, she just did not out of bitch spite. The books were not rare and special books, or what they term Special Collections or Antiquarian. And NO, I was not disrespectful in any way when I asked for it (you stupid bimbos who blame me for somebody else’s bitch behaviour; I have had it up to here with you, AND THIS ACCUSATION - it is not my fault you or any other woman are stupid. Got it.) And then when I went there, she organized along with bitches from Gunnedah Council - a parking ticket for $79 whilst parked outside the Gunnedah library for 2hrs and 2 minutes (Gunnedah is a small country town, with certainly no need for parking signs at all let alone parking inspectors, I was later told by the Tafe Librarian (one with common sense) that I was the only person in Gunnedah to receive a parking ticket ever. Bloody bitchy dogs. I don’t even know that bitch librarian?) So that librarian plus other council staff were in cahoots. She was one of those non-thinking phone dogs who would talk to me like she was talking to me on a phone, like, shove the phone into my view whenever I came to the counter to check out books. Weirdo. Fuck off. FUCK OFF. F-U-C-K O-F-F. Due to that stupid librarian and her stupid council co-horts, they did not get those amazing books back that needed the extension, as I really could not make it in to town, and I sure as hell was not going to pay that stupid thieving bitch her requested $15 late fine – the whole point of her refusal – was so she could steal $15. (The books were given to charity) They might not want to be so stupid in the future. But I will no longer go to the library ever again, and stick to Google. Which is a shame, as I have spent many hours in a library over the years, as I have mentioned I was library prefect in primary school!! And practically read every book in that Gunnedah school library! Least this happened after I had my “socks blown off” by the books about native plants. I was told that librarian was fired because of this incident, but I would be surprised if this was the case; most instance with revolting bullies like her, (and there are many) - they get away with it all the time, there is no “mother” to take her stupid child and reprimand, there is no ”teacher” to give the bully detention. It’s like if I want that girl to understand how wrong she is, I would personally have to go and seek her out – follow her, and attack her in some way, physically punish her, so she is shocked into understanding). And as if I am going to do that! STUPID LITTLE GIRL WHO STILL NEEDS HER MOTHER. This is just one of the antics that those Gunnedah council girls, – little girls, get up to in order to screw people about. They are literally thieves who devise plans of how to steal from customers, especially ones they do not know very well. I also want to mention here, I am a very polite and respectful person. I would never be rude to a sales person behind the counter, or pick a fight. I’m very softly spoken. It was a standard that I was raised within my family, and also with the private education I had. Being rude or offensive is just not an option and certainly not a part of my nature. I feel some people say (and do say) “oh well, you get this reaction from people because you must’ve been disrespectful to them” But this is actually just not the case at all, and I wouldn’t be so worked up about it, writing about it, if it were that way. There has been, and still is, major issues about who certain people can be respectful towards, and who they should not be respectful towards. It is an attitude by small minded little girls in the community of Gunnedah (and elsewhere, Bundaberg just the same), QLD in general probably even worse….and I’m writing about it. I also want to add, now that I’ve had years and years and years of these antics from the stupid little girls. I now have the opinion that most people, women, I would say 85%, are basically stupid, they can’t think for themselves, and 10 out of 10 will steal from me. I have also known prominent feminists to also later in their lives, reach this conclusion, a whole change of mind coming about from experience. Yet, still I am respectful and polite, as usual. I mostly do not want any kind of confrontation or relationship with any other women (when you fight with someone you enter a relationship with them). I believe now, that those dogs behind the counter, can actually sense my belief about them, even though I don’t give them any signs, I keep things friendly, smiley and brief. But they can sense my ‘stance’, and the fact that they can’t manipulate me with their ‘sweet charm’, is the main issue. I’m pretty smart, and this is what really annoys them, and why they are so rude, disrespectful and dismissive. Although I have mentioned it’s also about happiness - most bully girls can’t stand to see me (or anyone) happy, that really ticks them off too,- in fact I believe Lady Gaga wrote a song about it “Poker Face”. I definitely do not have a poker face, in fact, quite the opposite. I use my face extensively and probably way more than a typical person. When it comes to expressing myself, I use my face; a lot of nose scrunching, and or, a lot of smiling. I do it deliberately so I don’t have to speak (!), a subconscious learnt ability. I would be truly hopeless at playing poker. I have a natural desire to be honest, unlike most other women. Someone told me it is also a ‘pretty thing’, as in, plain or ugly girls are treated badly by behind the counter sales girls and young men. And that is why, when I was in my 20’s I had a lot of older people telling me to smile, (it helps with an ugly face). I would agree with this. As what would happen, if I didn’t smile, the sales girl would think I was angry, even though I wasn’t angry at all, but just because of my face, like it wasn’t like a pretty little ‘made up’ face (I never wear makeup), so she thinks, I was angry with her, so therefore she starts picking a fight with me, and some of them, the really stupid ones, would follow me after I left the store, and continue to fight with me, like verbal abuse, harassment, and theft. And I have no idea often who they are, or what the issue is. So stupid. I think this personally is a big reason why I have had so many women stealing from me - it just comes down to their shallow stupidity. Oh, and someone else told me this library situation was sexual discrimination, as many people, for some reason, think I am gay. So, it was ‘gay bashing’ – female style. Again, see their stupidity. Not gay. Apparently, any type of harassment is sexual harassment, I assume that means anyone who gives me a hard time or steals from me, is sexually frustrated! {and the majority of people who do, are women – OMG, go and take care of yourselves you stupid repressed twits. Such irony here.} oh, one review place online, refused to publish my review on the Gunnedah library, they said I am not allowed to use the word ‘discrimination’, because that means that legal action could be taken. (?) They didn’t say who against who, they just refuse to allow the word ‘discrimination’ or ‘persecutory’ for that matter!! The people who run that one, Local Search, complete idiots. They also refused to let me say that the librarian was friends with the council, who gave me the parking ticket outside the library. They were bound to be in cahoots. That librarian there did not want me in the library and she made it very clear to me in a discriminative type of way, as did some of the other patrons (1 other aboriginal girl who was at my horticulture course). So, it’s not just black people in America who get discriminated against. (If I made all those edits, then they would publish it! As if.) And, while I mention the aboriginal girl from Tafe being rude; so, then the “people” who get other people and place them in my path, went and got another aboriginal girl, who I did not know, to cross my path and make up some joke (not at my expense) – they do this to make up for what the stupid bitch did. It is a pattern now, I recognize it – they do this over and over and over again, over many many years. Same arrogant dogs arranging it. But I have heard some VERY CLEVER jokes in my time! I also had problems in 2023 with Sarina council poisoning my trees, and stalking by ‘inserting across my path’, with same female lollypop road worker. I remember back when I was 18 or something, also and in fact, I was in the library, different librarian?, and it must've been some situation along the lines of what I've been talking about above, I mean, I don't even remember it well, but it just didn't make sense of why this person was nasty. And, there was somebody else standing in the library, and she turned to me, she could see I didn't understand what was going on in the situation, and she said "oh it's Council related, the Council only employ really stupid people..." and she went on for about 10 minutes of telling me the process of how they employ council workers, and the type of person who works at council!! She must've been someone old and wise, like I am now, trying to explain to a young person, who has no idea about how the world works at all! I remember it now. So funny! And actually, that parking ticket reminds me of the time I spent 3 hrs at the Mackay pool, trying to do a cold treatment while I waited for my car at the mechanic. Then was given a fake speeding ticket – it’s a long the same lines of “WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE UNLESS YOU PAY” – council related tyrannical behaviour. Library is free btw. The pool has a small cost, but as one of their pools was out of order, they told me entrance was free that day. Perhaps both a deliberate plot to steal via tickets? Both Gunnedah council and Mackay council are in dept to me. HA HA. 12. This is how I Have to Lock the Door now, Thieves Stealing My Keys At this house in Rangari, thieves often (4 times) stole my keys. I kept having to change the locks, at considerable expense. At one point this is what I had to do, because I couldn’t afford to go into town every time they were stolen. The amount of money I have had to spend on new locks/ padlocks/ keys/ key copies/ security cameras – it would be well into the thousands now, and continues to be just such a waste of money, at least $60 a quarter to run CCTV. Curse them, I hope those thieves GET CANCER AND DIE. Btw, I would NOT want to be in their shoes, they will have major karmic dept now HA HA. I suspect it was my landlord David Heywood who took them at least twice. Bad enough if you misplace them, but when they are actually stolen, and you have been looking all that time….. so pissed off. {btw, I have a tracker in my keys now, car and unit - HA again) 13. Thief Access Via Cat Flaps That was my front door with the catflap at Rangari, (homemade cat flap worked well, but I had to cut a hole in it for 1 of my cats who was blind, he couldn’t see it otherwise, but he could sense the light through the hole) Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo showing the door closed from the inside, because right next to the door was my purple bowl of cat food. I would always leave a bowl of bikys for my cats to help themselves whenever they want. Just in case they were hungry out of meal times! One morning after I just left a new bowl of bikys there the night before, I looked at the bowl and it was completely empty (usually takes about 2 weeks for them to go through a bowl of bikys {no mould or moisture problems in Gunnedah!}) And some desperado little girl thief, had literally put her hand through that cat flap and reached for the bowl, then emptied the contents of the bowl, and then put the bowl back. Can you believe that? You better. I suspect it was Emma Finylason and Heath Barwick because at that particular time suddenly a cat appeared at their address, {I went round there to confront them about another stolen item and drunk behaviour, and Emma kicked her cat, severely, out of frustrations, as I was telling her off} SUMS IT UP DOESN’T IT.} Plus they’re the only neighbours I had within a 5km radius, plus Heath Barwick is a drunken thieving retard idiot, which I have previously described in great detail on this blog. Those people have no idea of karmic debt, do they? Idiots. Stupid. {Or possibly Emma was there to try and save Heath from copying a ‘verbal’ beating from me. So, she gets it instead. Go ahead, try and save Heath Barwick! Lol lol. He has serious UNWANTED CHILDHOOD issues. I need to mention again, I do not really know Heath Barwick, I had meant him once or twice briefly when I was 18. We are not friends. Nor do I know Emma well, we never spoke at school, she was in a younger year. I should mention here, wherever I go I have dogs who follow me (I believe they are NEGS related; Cathy Goldman and older girls ahead of my year, Wainberg girl, related) and often when I go into certain shops, (on my list), the dogs are there waiting listening in to my conversation with the shop girl, in order to “monitor” me, to make sure I do not say anything “wrong”. There are really threatened by me. So, the dogs now think, it is because of them, that I am a respectful well-spoken lady {can you believe that? - it’s true, this is what those stupid women do, and they often steal in the situation too}. So, I am guessing Emma and that stupid blonde thought she would be safe from a verbal lashing. Fuck off you stupid dogs; that school is the WORST SCHOOL in the world. Oh, I want to point out, I had just switched to a new expensive brand of bikys, and these ones were extra special, not only were they extra small for two of my cats who were quite small, but the cats loved them, thought these ones very tasty. (No ash or cardboard). So those biscuits were definitely stolen by a jealous dog. She was jealous of these cat biscuits. In that same manner of the stupid short blonde who thinks I am not deserved of anything good, but she thinks she IS deserved, and so just takes from me. Maybe Emma was ‘egged’ on by this stupid blonde? I am so outrageously irritated, by stupid stupid jealous little twits. PISS OFF, get your own life. You know, actually I have observed, most people when they encounter me, they kind of hang around wanting something, and if I don’t give them anything, then they just take something. They have this strange juvenile mentality where I should have to give them something just because they are perving on me, like a child that hangs around a mother who is cooking, wanting a little sample morsel. The stupid nature of people is just ridiculous. Fuck off you stupid little bimbo dogs. I don’t fucking owe you anything. 14. The Reject Shop Thieves In Gunnedah when I used to shop at the Reject Shop (one of those $2 import shops) I had many items stolen out of my bag. Stolen when I shopped instore, as well as from my car while I was instore, as well as from out of my bag or car, after I had left the store, during the course of the day at some point. Thieving stalkers. It was so bad, that I invested in a car camera, and instead of running the carcam while I was travelling, I would have to turn the camera on when I was parked in the car park, and one time just after I installed my carcam, there was a huge commotion when I was instore at the Reject Shop, and I literally saw these dogs talking on phones to the person trying to break into my car. (The dogs get men to do their dirty work, and the dogs act as ‘look outs’, watching where I am at.) I overheard them talking about my carcam. So, the 2 yobo men must’ve seen the camera and so have not broken in to my car (I saw the 2 men as I left the store, 2 young looking boys in their 20’s with freckles and brown hair). So, ha ha ha ha ha - they couldn’t steal from my car once I installed the camera. The most common item I had stolen from these little two-dollar shops (there were 2 guilty stores in Gunnedah, The Reject Shop near Coles and Crazy Sam’s in the old Co-op), were reading glasses. They would usually steal them even before I got home and unpacked my bag. Sometimes they used to do it in a sneaky manner, the same tactics as what a magician uses to distract their audience. I especially found if there was a movie or a television show that had just started which was about magic or had a magician, or magicians in it, then the pickpocketing and theft would increase 50-fold. Also, the Reject shop in Gunnedah got such a bad reputation it had to close. I can assure you anyone who is a magician is a thief; the thieving personality is the type attracted to being a magician. And anybody wanting to see a magic show live or on television are complete morons. So not only did I have to have a camera on in my car when I left it, but I also had to have a camera around my neck when I went instore, and after I did these two things, finally the thieving almost ceased. Except now they figured out how they can do it in a legal manner, and that’s by scanning; girls (staff) go around scanning products that are on my list, and making them a higher price than the stated tag on the shelf, or often they remove the tag. So, once I moved to Sarina where there is a Reject Shop, I thought, well I’m in a whole new area, 1500 km away from the Gunnedah Reject Shop, why don’t I try to go here see what happens; but sure, enough I was overcharged by 75c the first time at checkout, as well as was ripped off with some faulty waxing products, (but I was able to return those and get my money back). The little short blonde girl was there, and who apologised (of course I do not accept her apology, I hope that girl gets cancer and dies) but I had to go back to get tissues (none at the supermarket) and the girl attempted to overcharge me again by 5c (for some reason I paid cash both times). The game of overcharging. In fact, I’ve noticed, every shop I’ve been into, at Sarina all the shop girls have attempted to overcharge me. Mitre 10 overcharged me; the service station tried to overcharge me (Sarina Beach Road fuels). The mechanic stole from me ($72). So still thank goodness for online shopping (who by the way are also, not innocent of stealing from customers, but at least everything online is recorded and bank transactions are the same as the recorded receipts) {once at a Tamworth watch jewellers, she quoted the price instore verbally, infront of people, but then went ahead and charged my credit card more than her quote – female shop girls - such fucking thieves}. At the moment I want to purchase some ribbon, and the price is RIDICULOUS, so expensive, I am certain they have my ip address and have tracked me, plus messed with google search results, so I have only one choice as to where to buy Ribbon from? 15. Sluen; Stolen and Discarded One day I was sitting on the Veranda at Rangari cottage, sipping in my morning coffee, when I heard ‘plop’, I saw from the corner of my eye, one of the Eucalyptus in my little rockery out front (Eucalyptus pyriformis ) had just dropped a big flower pod bottom, and the flower had burst out. Eucalyptus pyriformis has one of the biggest flowers, so the pod that fell was quite large. I saw it lying on the ground, and thought I would collect those, there’s bound to be something I can do with them. So, I went back out a little later to collect it, but it wasn’t there, gone. I thought it suspicious because there’s certainly no animal that would take an empty pod like that. A little while later as I was out weeding, and there was another ‘plop’, and another pod dropped. Right, I’ll go and get that one, just after I finished this bed. So, half an hour later I went over there, and, you know it, it had gone too. So, it is my firm belief, that somebody in the area (not mentioning any names – but I would place money on the fact that it was David Heywood the landlord, who would have been bored as shit, decided that he should take them, purely for no reason other than to annoy me, he certainly would have no use for them, being a farmer in his 50s. Of course, he could’ve been neighbour Heath Barwick, whose motivation would also be just to annoy me, he certainly would have no use for them, being a complete idiot. Of course, neither of those two people have been convicted of any theft, so these item that have been stolen, has been SLUEN. 16. Sleepers Stolen by Wealthy Bastard and Bird Stories I’ve talked about my garden and how I feel it was ‘stolen’ from me, and it was like there was a movement of brainwashing, and ‘outwilling’ going on. I’m going to show you another reason why I think this conspiracy is real. This is my garden, my vegetable patch, with all my logs/sleepers that I have found/collected and spent 10 years building. Today, there are no sleepers in that garden, they lie at Peter long’s place - a lawyer in Gunnedah who I strongly suspect is one of the guilty bastards behind the conspiracy. There are certain people that take ‘wealth accumulation’ very seriously, like Peter, meanwhile, I was this single young woman, who had built-up this magnificent garden from nothing, and someone like me will drive someone like him nuts; “who the hell does that girl think she is? she doesn’t even have a full-time job with a boss. And yet she has this huge beautiful garden”. (Lot of people think this way - although its mainly girls, they are jealous by Australian nature, due to mothers breeding like rabbits). Another reason why I suspect him is because I lived on his cottage (briefly and unfortunately) and he and his kids (adult girls), I suspect, would steal from me and do things like put pebbles in my dish drawer - he’s an arse. And he especially wouldn’t do anything “help wise” for anyone else unless he’s being paid $100/hr or whatever the going rate is for a lawyer. Yet when I had to leave, he personally came out with his trailer and loaded those sleepers onto his trailer, so he has my sleepers. He WANTED those sleepers for his garden. (Ironbark heavy duty sleepers. Back in the day, not so long ago, these were discarded, now they are worth a pretty penny. Most of these sleepers, I retrieved out of the Heywood’s ‘on farm’ tip (I was just lucky these ones hadn’t been burnt) or by the roadside after rail workers discarded them, and I recall most farmers back in the day, including my dad, just burning such logs, I am pretty sure they would reach over $100 each these days). I did have a photo of the garden they lie in now, but it has disappeared off my PC, (STOLEN PROOF), the only one I could find was this one with his partner Sara Fergusons’s stray cat that turned up when I was there (they half starve their animals). So, I have a strong feeling that this guy helped “will” me out, so he could get the sleepers for his farm/garden. BTW, they don’t even grow veges, I am pretty sure too, neither of them actually cook either. It’s all just for show for them. Here is a good spot to add what the dogs do about the wood I collected; the timber I collected on Davids farm, was mostly from the old tip out there, which they no longer use – very sensible. But David told me how to get there, it is in a remote spot on their huge farm {I have written about this twice before, but it is a big deal, so I am writing about it again.} So, I got pretty much all of it, and put it to some use. Later some little idiot dog was trying to accuse me of stealing Davids timber - I think they might have been trying to tell Brenda, that I was stealing Davids timber? Or I am not sure who they were trying to convince that I was stealing timber, but it was someone and someone! Bird related. So anyway, when they discovered that you cannot access the tip without knowing where it is, whoever it was (coward) realized I could only have obtained the timber with Davids permission. So, I suspect this was actually microsoft related? Computer nerds trying to but in and “get her” – this is a typical stupid Australian thing that happens to me all the time, people trying to “get me” just like that theft accusation, they tried to get me on tax evasion (as if), also Centrelink fraud twice ( yeah right) and crazy incarceration (they wish), and now accommodation, I have literally no where to live, and notice to leave. Don’t think this was not a conspiracy! Now, while this blog is about me and my life, I have stated many times that I am on a personal mission to combat thievery, (meaning people who steal from me), but, why not other people’s thievery bane too. Here is some blatant timber related theft going on in the world; I saw on Netflix once time a show about the timber chainsaw festival in America, I think it was America, could have been Canada? But, they’re fantastic!! What they can do with chainsaw, wow! Anyway, after one such show was a documentary on a logging company, and they were showing this family cut down all these trees to sell as logs. And the family were making a fuss about how the government has all these rules, and so they didn’t have enough time to collect all their cut logs before the snow set in, so they were going on and on poo pooing the government saying oh, they would lose all those logs and all that time wasted and money loss- on and on. But so then the narration on the documentary explained the rules on old logs; logs that have been cut down the season before are considered old logs, and can be still collected from the forest later, but they are collected under the recycling, reclaim category, which means the loggers don’t have to pay the full amount (it was quarter of the price) so, it turns out, that guy was deliberatley saying he didn’t have enough time to collect, so he could go back the following season and pay ¼ of the fee. He’s totally scamming the department of forestry! On and on he went. LIAR. I did get the feeling that the Department of forestry could see what was going on; they’re not stoopid! But they didn’t know a way around it. So, it seems to me if they kind of knew enough to imply what was going on in this documentary, maybe they want someone to see what is going on too, and remedy it? When I was constructing my big veggie patch at Rangari, which consisted of log rows, each about a metre wide and 20m long. I had quite a collection of sleepers and cut logs, but there were a few gaps here and there where I didn’t have quite enough. So, I had to go out hunting down the paddock to find specific sized logs. Surprising how many I found down the paddock. As I was looking, I noticed there was a bird hovering around and calling out wherever some logs lay, and, what’s more, it was a sized log that would be the perfect fit to close the gap, -the bird had turned it into a game with me, he was watching me and saw I need just the right size logs, and so he was finding the logs for me, sure enough when I headed over to where he was calling, there was a log of just the right size - he found at least four for me! Brilliant. This was the garden I was forced to leave 10yrs, by my new bully landlord, the Carters. You know, a lot of people helped me find certain plants or other things I needed – some of them very famous, but Carters just come along, and kick kick kick. There is a little bit more to this bird story. I would say before this point I didn’t really pay much attention to the birds, they were just always there in the background, happy and chittering away. But I have since discovered that there is a whole other bird world that goes on - the birds are very much connected to humans, and are very interested in what the humans do, they watch the humans all the time, they love humans, and they try to interact, in sometimes odd bird like ways. They especially love it if you include them in your life, like if you’re creating an art work and you put a bird in it - they bounce around outside the window with joy whistling and singing and carrying on with delight. Sometimes they will get up to antics to try and amuse you, like once, one evening just before dusk, in came a huge flock of birds, I think they were Starlings, (too bad I didn’t have my camera and catch it) because they were literally dancing in the sky, it was amazing. I’d seen it on TV, but when it happens right above you, 1000’s of birds flying one way and then turning another, the movement it creates is just magnificent, and I felt really special to have witnessed it. (Birds are soo meant to fly, and not meant to be held in captivity, in a cage - wakey wakey). Another time there was a flock of big white Cockies and in the front paddock, just off my Veranda, there was at least 500 of them, if not 5000, Cockatoos that is, and along comes this little tiny Willy Wagtail, he/she must’ve had a nest nearby, because it wasn’t pleased at all with all of these big Cockies, and with just a few little wags of his tail and some high shrill shrieks, he managed to move all those Cockies onto a different paddock! Actually, I have quite a few more bird stories, but I’m sure most people do. I should mention, I do believe if you’re showing signs of illness/sickness or injury etc, they’re birdbrain instinct will kick in, and if they could, they would peck you to death, just like the chooks do in the henhouse with a sick chook, and some people with birdbrains also do it, just in the form of bullying/picking on the weak. 17. Pliers Taken and Angled Under my Car Tyre at Long Cottage, Gunnedah, NSW, Australia 2018 These pliers were stolen, I suspect by, by my landlord in Gunnedah, Peter Long, a lawyer, incahoots with my jobs provider Graham Kent, who then placed them under my wheel, so when I reversed, I would get a puncture. It cost me a whole new tyre. I did not think this at the time, but in retrospect looking back and remembering all our conversations and interactions, this is what I now know happened. The world would be a better place without both those people (No conviction, nor a suspect by the police) I have to say that for legal reasons, as if there is no ‘hard proof’, as in like for 99% of all crimes committed in Australia, there can be no accountability, according to the Police. I believe they both did it, well Peter did it, ‘egged’ on by Graham Kent, my then Jobs Provider, trying to impress each other. He did it. I think because, he thought I was driving too fast on HIS driveway. (He is backwards territorial dog). WHO DOES HE THINK HE HIS? (Birdy told me, all men in their 50’s are like this, they change and turn into power tripping righteous arshole bullies! Arrogant morons). I was driving normally. And why would you handle this problem in this manner? Who does that, is he retarded? Doesn’t he know how to converse with someone? Why didn’t he say “hey I think you’re driving too fast on my driveway, if you don’t slow down, I’m going to get really pissed off”. Easy. Fucking idiots who don’t know how to communicate - another bane of my existence. And actually, I believe the reason he didn’t attempt to converse with me was because I WASN’T driving too fast, and he knew it, it is not his place to say at what speed I drive down his driveway. He just wanted an excuse to be a bully arshole, to power trip. And my driving was it. Same with the how Jobs providers provide shoes for unemployed, this does not sit well for the pompous rich, I have written about a whole “shoes” situation around this time, ending in physically handicapping me. It’s like this man, and other men of similar age, have invented a game for themselves, to seek revenge on people that annoy them in some way. They seem to concoct ‘made up’ fighting tactics - that so called other people use against him. Then seek revenge for those made-up concoctions. It’s like a board game that old man has come up with to amuse themselves - it is total dysfunction. Stop using me as your personal whipping toy – you complete morons. Do you think that is my purpose in life? Do you think I was sent directly into your life so you could fight me? Do you think we are in a fighting relationship? If so, you need help, serious psychological help. Leave me alone, you deluded old men. There were also the pebbles in my dishwasher. Now, I’m not sure about my dishwasher, well I do suspect, same landlord put pebbles in my Dishdraw, via my chook feeder that I clean daily. Because I’ve had chooks for the previous 15 years, and I’ve never once had pebble‘s in my Dishdraw. It’s only when I lived at his place, that suddenly, I had pebbles in Dishdraw. The reason, I suspect him, is because he had 2 concocted motivations; he’s jealous because I have a really good Dishdraw. He is hung up about ‘class’ - just like that stupid short blonde girl in Gunnedah. Plus, he was “off grid”, so I think he thought the Dishdraw would use too much power. And his way of dealing with any problem he encounters, again, was NOT to talk about it or approach me at all, but to think of some way he could attack me – via pebbles. IDIOT. Little did he know, just how good Fisher and Paykel are. { low electricity consumption, they’re practically 5 star on Eco Fast wash, which I always used, plus they have a filter to catch any pebbles} HA Again, no convictions. And btw, the reason he was off grid, only 8km out of town was because Gunnedah council wanted $150,000 to connect the power. And that is ABSURD, Gunnedah council was trying to steal from him for sure, so he turned round and went off grid to stick it to them. It could have been Essential Energy and not council, as I know Essential Energy were stealing from me after I put my 5kw solar panels on. The previous PM, said he fixed the electricity stealing problem in Gunnedah. I would have to see that to believe it; as they are extremely arrogant thieves and do what they want in regards to charging certain people whatever they want. Also, when I was moving there, it was over a couple of weeks, since I had heaps of farm stuff / plants to uproot, sheds etc (pool, solar panels….) Actually, I lost a whole heap of weight over those final 3 mnths at Rangari, I went back to being like I was at age 24! Skinny Minnie. So, I would just turn up at Longs with a load, and go home and get some more, he said this was fine. But I think he went through my stuff in that time, plus his kids did, at any rate my spinning wheel had been tampered with and a part broken, maybe his girls, and partners girls, had tried to spin? This will probably be more likely. But I know my seed cabinet / filing cabinet had been gone through, and that is what he would have been curious about. Control issues. He used to read my emails I sent my sister when she worked for him. So, he did not have any control over me: I'm not a part of his family, I don’t even know him, he’s not a friend I would sit down and listen to or have conversation with. I'm just some unknown person that's come into his life in the form of “renting their house”, why would he think he would have ANY control over me?? So because he doesn't have any control over me - this is what he does - such STUPIDITY and he's a lawyer. Idiot. I-D-I-O-T. I should mention, when I was there and attending appointments with the jobs provider, 2017, Graham Kent, that’s also when my new work boots were sabotaged, it was through that Jobs provider at the same time my Tyres was sabotaged. Hole in my tyre. Hole in my shoe – NOT A COININCICDENCE. See, they give job candidates workboots for work related things, so I was entitled to work boots, but there seems to be a lot of people in the community who hears about the “new shoes” - something for free, and it really pisses them off: “how dare she should be getting a brand-new pair of workboots”. Peter Long is someone who would think this, and the stupid blonde whoever that is, and possibly many many many people in Gunnedah who would think this in fact, there’s a lot of jealousy in life I’ve discovered. Updated in 2025, and I STILL CAN’T WALK DUE TO COLLAPSED ARCH DUE TO THOSE WORKBOOTS. Fuck them. Actually, I think this is a good spot to put the 'jobs providers issues'. This problem with Graham Kent is not the first one, a lot of them seem to have major problems. Graham Kent and Courtney Lang were in partnership at Joblink Plus. I have mentioned this before; it keeps getting deleted. Courtney looked like Courtney from SYTYCD. I think it must be Centrelink putting in jobs providers of people from my past, in some cases. Like they're not actually jobs providers, but big fakers. I know I have talked about it before, so I won't mention all the numerous fake job providers I've had. But these 2 were pretty much the most ‘suss and evil’ out of all of the jobs providers I've had. And I've had some really bad ones. That whole area is just one of abuse and control; a means to power over someone of low income. It’s such a problem for them, that in my opinion those types of people have mental health issues, and it's so bizarre how they put people with mental health problems in these well-paid job positions. They're pretty much all narcissists, and they do not care if they are in violation of the law or Centrelink rules. (what is Centrelink thinking?) Whenever I have complained to Centrelink they have done nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even getting back to me (I must admit that I did not own a phone for a long time, and this could be related to their lack of response). There was a time, around the period in 2020 when I was abducted, when suddenly, I think it was brought to their attention, that they have monumentally fucked up with me. They suddenly seemed to be going out of their way to fix things, like try to address my complaints, it lasted for a few months! They were even helpful, which is most unusual; the LAST word I would use to describe Centrelink would be “helpful”, more like the exact opposite of helpful. But anyway, they were! I've had more complaints since, and they've kind of gone back to their old ways of being total Nazis. In 2025 they have started to not ignore a complaint but seek revenge for anyone who complains, and do some sort of punishment, like phone harassment, and ignoring Dr’s medical certificates – they are still total cunts. I think now, one of the jobs providers from Gunnedah, works at Centrelink up here, I am fairly certain I recognised the nazi voice. I did put in another complaint to try and nip it that one in the bud, (just in case someone listens to my complaint). Ultimately my experience with Centrelink and jobs providers is one of absolute disgust, they are pure evil, and it is my mission to try to avoid them. 18. Melaleuca nesophila x 2 tubes STOLEN from shade house at Long Cottage Gunnedah, NSW, Australia This is another one of those times where I purchased something from a retailer and lo and behold something related to that retail industry gets stolen so I purchased some Melaleuca essential oil online from New Directions in Marrickville , and these two Melaleuca tubes go missing around that time; just taken out of my shade house. It’s exactly along the same lines as when I purchased a torch from Kogan; my other torch was stolen. When I purchased something from Spotlight my Capri patterns were stolen, when I purchased some hose connectors from the Bundaberg TradingPost, my hose washes and awl were stolen - by the way I made a poster about this and named the TradingPost, and within a week of those particular items stolen, they were returned. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always happen, but I guess in this particular instance, it was posted in the right place, at the right time. I really have so many examples, because obviously being 48 now, I have made a lot of purchases in my life, which coincides with a lot of thefts. One can only assume why someone would be doing this bitchy behaviour? At one point I thought it is the Toll couriers who deliver my goods; who are then playing a game; as in, you will have to pay the toll to us, for delivering your parcel – an arshole game. And so, they steal something if they somehow do not acquire an additional $2 or something? Although there are many things I purchase which aren’t delivered, and they still steal from me then, so that rules out my Toll theory, although toll are extremely guilty anyway, because I know they stalk me when I go into town (Bundaberg, and before Miriam Vale, and in Gunnedah too) at, particularly, shops that I visit but don’t purchase anything from; suddenly a toll truck parks right in front of me, blocking my way, as if to say you better purchase something from them or they will steal from you, to pay the Toll. They are absolute bastards, and that Toll business should be closedown (at least a name changes for all those stupid cockanninnie workers they have). They also did it at Jaycar Mackay, but I happen to purchase something there (turned out later I need not have bothered, it did not work), but some guy accused me of hitting his car as I parked, but I did not, and I believe, as I had purchased something, he (the car liar re fake dent), said, “don’t worry about it.” As if! I believe there are a lot of people who think this behaviour is perfectly acceptable and okay. It’s like, if you don’t purchase from a shop you visit, then they have the right to steal from you. This notion is TRULY ABSURD, and all the people who think otherwise; you have severe mental health problems. Seriously. It is not acceptable to steal from someone under any circumstances, let alone if they visit a shop and decide not to purchase - you stupid little dogs. I believe there’s heaps of them on the radio as well who encourage such behaviour. Stupid radio people, get a brain. I’m sick of seeing this absurd juvenile bully behaviour – YOU ARE NOT 12YRS OLD ANYMORE. Grow up. One time I purchased some crockery and knives from a catering business, and this business was located on the other side of Australia, and at that time, one of my existing knives was stolen. But I got the feeling that it wasn’t actually the retailer stealing, it was my neighbours seeing me speak to and make a brand-new purchase which made them jealous; so, they stole something. I mean what a stupid bunch of 3rd born jealous bitches. You know little message for my neighbours; we are not in any type of relationship, comprehende? It is not your place to be jealous, get a grip on reality. And stop being so dysfunctional. It is none of your business what purchase I make and who I speak with – it is my business, not anyone else’s. 19. 10 Of My 500ml Coffee Mugs were Stolen in Gunnedah I only have 1 coffee cup left after purchasing 12! I know these were stolen by female marketing dogs. I know because also, 17 of my Arabica stoneware dinner plates were stolen, and I was able to purchase some lovely replacement pink stoneware dinner plates from Kmart. So, the female copycat marketing dogs (not from Kmart) made some matching pink coffee cups and stole my white coffee cups, so I would purchase theirs. Those women are scum and their coffee cups were crap. I certainly won’t be purchasing them. How could you possibly not see, that it’s not up to YOU to decide what coffee cups I should have? You must be absolutely DELUSIONAL WOMEN. Meanwhile I’m saving up for some more 500mm white ones, and I can’t begin to tell you what a drag it is not to have any clean coffee cups every morning. I hope those bimbo women burn in hell, thieving dogs. I should add, I don’t think that Kmart stole my Arabia‘s, they just saw that my plates were stolen and produced some new stoneware ones for me to purchase, which was actually very thoughtful. However, I do think whoever stole my coffee mugs, or whoever put out those pink matchy matchy coffee mugs up for sale, did steal my white mugs. At the time I was living at long cottage and I suspect they knew who they were, and it was a marketing thing, fuck them all. Later I saw some other girls doing signs, stating they found out who took them, and it was women in the fashion industry who knew me, and who stole them from me, as they were jealous, and wanted the ‘big’ coffee cups themselves, as they deemed me ‘undeserved’ of ‘big’ coffee cups. TYPICAL STUPID JEALOUS BIMBO WOMEN. The bane of my life - no women are allowed in my life anymore - you are too STUPID. Oh, no, no hard feelings about my stolen coffee cups at all. I am going to haunt you for all eternity about these. HA HA HAHAHHA 20. Toothbrush kit stolen by stoopid man who did nurse’s Dirtywork This kit was stolen by someone stalking me at the Gunnedah Hospital and saw me with it! It was then stolen after I left the Hospital, taken from my pink bag (most likely while it was left in my locked car). Can you believe that – my pink travel toothbrush kit! – some people – so desperate. So, it was the two nurses at the hospital who I spoke with at the time, who I believe, then called this particular person (thief, male) to come down to the hospital and stalk me: so it was the girls at the hospital intangible plan (that would be related to free health care – NOT ACTUALLY FREE, The same thing that has happened to me quite frequently when I visited the doctors. Since I wrote about it here on my Blog in Gin Gin, 2020, this type of theft has stopped (I think) although there are still a lot of thieving bitches that work in the health sector I’m pretty sure one of them tampered with my Imed scan results?). {Spoke too soon, they do the same thing at Sarina Family Medical centre;2 aboriginal guys follow me, and steal, and put sugar in my car petrol tank.} The reason I was at the hospital, was because when I tried to make an appointment at the local Doctors, the reception dogs always say - no, there are no appointments left today, (they always say this) and as they do NOT take appointments in advance, for some STUPID reason, I had to go to the emergency section at the Gunnedah Hospital (I know the Doctors had appointments available too that day- could you please tell me in writing why those dimwit reception bimbos refuse to give me any doctor’s appointments?) girls, do they have a brain at all? NO – THEY DO NOT. (I did not right this blog until YEARS LATER – in case you’re wondering if this name calling is why. Those girls were unknown to me, and did not know me either. I am a respectful, honest and polite person out in public.) Maybe the thief wanted me to tell my little story about the stupid bitches who work for the doctors? Who knows? 21. Rental House Could be why you now have Asma Warning: I was very angry inregards to this. Hey you stupid dog doctor, I don’t smoke and haven’t done so for decades. It seems I have these stupid bimbo dogs who contact the doctor before my appointment, on my behalf – without my permission or knowledge, and tells the doctor that I am a smoker. And then the doctor, then tells me that I’m a smoker and will mark it as so, without asking me. They do this because if there’s any treatment you need down the track, if you’re a smoker, they won’t give it to you. It’s discrimination. Not only is it discrimination, but the stupid doctor, who listens and take heed from stupid bimbo dogs, is beyond comprehension. This was my fireplace at Rangari, where I lived from 2008 and to 2018 . This is the fireplace I used every winter, and this is what happened every winter until my dad died. I inherited money and I then I myself personally paid for a split system to be placed into the house, so I wouldn’t end up dying from smoking inhalation or pneumonia. I did ask the landlord initially before, but he said NO - he was determined to say no to everything in fact, whenever I asked him for anything, he automatically said NO! he didn’t even think about it. NOT that I asked him for much, just that and something to protect the veranda hardwood, in 10 years. This is what renters have to endure, because of pure greed - so take your goddamn “marked as smoker” and shove it up your arse you DOG doctor. Actually, I personally believe Asma is caused from a virus – it is virus related, common virus, they spread it deliberately to try and build up peoples immune (I guess in case aliens come) – they stoopid too. And like I've already mentioned, I had this kind of semi asthma attack once, and it hasn't really happened again, I believe I might have “pissed” it off, but I definitely have a changed chest as a result of getting sick from the virus in 2006 – most likely pneumonia, and the chimney place at Rangari brought it to the forefront - made it heaps worse with a cough now as well. Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia p2 NEXT Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari P1 , P2, P3

I have women that follow me around and are obsessed with me, I call it the Little Girl Problem. Their main aim is to sabotage everything, like manipulate the situation to make me look bad and get me kicked out – I mean kicked out of my house/ community groups, kicked out of Facebook, Rav, eBay, you name it, whatever they can do to sabotage my daily life they will try and do it – they have an unhealthy obsession and they steal, and it has been going on for 20 years, going back to NEGS girls. (Not 1, Winnifred O’Hare and the Witches of Salem Life Stories P8 - The Banging and Tapping page 5. Dry view from Front door looking over veranda at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin 6. My kitchen at 8. Pellaea Rangari ovata Banging on Metal - People who do signs are DISRESPECTFUL 26. You do not need to be partnered, to find joy, happiness and satisfaction in life 15. from Sibling Friend Jealousy I named this page “The Banging and Tapping” page, after I was being driven mad by a few of my neighbours. It would seem every time I would go out onto my back deck at Kookaburra Park, the old man neighbour there would start making a loud banging noise. What incensed me, was when I was inside, just on the other side of the flyscreen door that led out to the back deck, there was no banging – this guy seemed to only start his banging – {I assume he was putting in star pickets with a post hole banger}, it seems, he would only start doing it as soon as I opened that flyscreen door and stepped outside. So, when I was inside watching Netflix or something; but could still hear all that was going on outside NOTHING. Step outside - bang tap bang tap. ?? Plus, after I got so annoyed about this phenomenon, it seems some of the other neighbours would start the same noise if I went out on to the front deck. Mimicry - a sure sign of mental retardation. And, at a previous address in Builyan, the same thing, with one of the hick neighbours making this constant tapping sound on metal. For hrs, every day, he would do it. So, it turned out that the old man at Kookaburra park was building things in his big garden, and not just banging to annoy the crap out of everyone. I can’t say the same thing for the guy at Builyan? But there does seem to be a ‘thing’ involving banging and making loud noise, by backwards people, just to annoy others, and I am fairly certain that same guy (who used to fly a prate flag on his veranda, used to make barking dog sounds – just to annoy people, as dogs were not allowed at Kookaburra eco village. 1. Winnifred Hoerr and the Witches of Salem This is Winnifred Hoerr (Win), he is my landlord (right) Cate Rogers‘s friend, and X , who lives a few houses down from me. (Cate left him, and lives with another man now in Gin Gin). When I first arrived here, he showed me around the park, he introduced me to his friends across the trees from me, Beeke and partner. I have since spoken to Win a couple of times over the past 12 months, but really, I do not have anything to do with him, I personally find him a little unpleasant, disrespectful and insecure. However, it has just come to my attention that this whole time I’ve been accusing the couple across the road Mat and Naomi of dodgy behaviour whenever something of mine gets stolen, like “we know someone just stole something of yours, we heard them,” (why they don’t call the police is beyond my comprehension (you know the police can actually do something about, believe it or not). So, I have just acquired a bicycle, and have been riding around the park, AND I realise, it is NOT Matt and Naomi‘s house, it is Wins friend’s house, Beeke Smith, so perhaps it is actually Win, Cate and his accomplices stealing from me? Got me thinking, why would he be harassing me? So now, I have a story to confirm my suspicions about him; the almonds – which I notice, that photo story is now missing from my blog; so, I’ll recap here; Woolworths deliveries were doing a phase of stealing my food one way or the other, like not delivering an item that I had ordered, or removing it from my cart just before checkout (IT Nerds). (They have stopped doing that now, thanks to this blog). So, in one order, I had ordered 2 packets of almonds, and I saw them when they delivered it, and put them away, thought nothing of it. But I went round to Wins house later that day, it could’ve been the next day? And Win was behaving very strangely, one of the things he was behaving strangely about, was, about some almonds that he had, he was kind of using that sarcastic voice that women sometimes get when they’re vexed about something, he was going on about these almonds, he had some almonds, and I could have some of his almonds…. I’m like, well no thanks, I don’t really feel like any almonds. I felt, no, I know, he was under the passive command of his part time girlfriend who was there from Berlin, Ursula (Berlin, another German!) - she gave me these little herb pots from Woollies, as I as leaving, and I guess she thought that would make everything okay. Of course, it does not. Some people think this is how WW2 started, with Hitler under the command of his mistress and later wife, Eva Braun, who was a blonde, and had a dislike of certain other women who happened to be brunettes. They seriously think this is what happened. Women are to blame for everything. Btw, in Gunnedah, the woollies driver there used to stop at my neighbours for beers before he delivered my order, he was always late!! So, anyway, I left, determined never to return there again. But the next week I got my almonds out to do some cooking, and I noticed that 1 of the packets had been opened, and a quarter of the almonds were missing! So, remembering Wins strange almond behaviour, I strongly suspect, either Win knew that my almonds were missing, and or he took them, (possibly incahoots with the delivery boy?) - did my neighbours and the truck driver have a secret meeting before delivery? to determine a theft? Who knows?? Btw, after one such stealing incident I wanted to find out out which Woollies were the deliveries coming from, as there were 3 in Bundaberg, so I asked the next driver who delivered my goods “what store did you come from?” and this driver literally didn’t know, he said “I don’ know”!! {I suggest if you want to be considered a t least a half savvy person you know the location of where you work! (reminiscent of when I asked some girl who called me who she works for – she did not know….good one Dep of Education women)}. But this almond incident makes Win guilty, and even if him just knowing about the theft and not him stealing, makes him guilty. This plus my later recollections of that man on 3 other occasions, in a train at North Sydney, Tamworth Art Gallery with all the girls sitting around him, and in the school library; makes him extremely guilty; I have mentioned that story on my blog about how Win looks like the guy that hung out in the NEGS library, all those years ago trying to engage young girls (the library staff specifically invited him; why NEGS staff let men from Armidale do this, is beyond my comprehension, that last bit needed to be brought into consciousness; they really do it, alike pimps.) But it gets worse, as Wins friend, my then landlord, who, I am pretty sure, is, infact my school friends, older sister, going now by a different name, then it was Wainberg, (another German) now is Cate Rogers), she was involved with the library at that time. She was friends with Win back then?? So, I think she and other older NEGS girls, plus house mistress Cathy Goldman, may have had something to do with all the stalking and harassment I have experienced over the last 25 years, including all the thefts that occurred at Bunnings and from my house when I was at Bunnings. By the way, she, Cate my landlord, told me if I tell anyone what has been going on, she would tell everyone that I have mental health problems – she is plain evil, and seriously, she should be shot, what a stupid dog. And can you see how the Mental Health Industry is a total scam – it’s just like the Witches of Salem. WAKE UP In case you haven’t noticed I have zero tolerance for thieves. I wouldn’t have thieves in my life. I would never consider even talking to someone who shoplifted or did petty thieving as an act of revenge; because they didn’t like someone, or whatever their motives - I would never consider someone like that a friend, ever; there’re pathetic and not good enough to walk this planet, let alone be in my company. This has always been the case with me from an early age. Deal with it. {I should add, also now, zero tolerance for stalkers or harassers - zero. Too bad if you made a mistake in your youthful naivety, zero tolerance.} Just so you know, there’s an old man, who gardens, who lives next door to Mat and Naomi, who put up at (one point) a pirate flag – in my experience, ‘self-declared’ bad people are just that, with thievery being the biggest dysfunction (although not as big as the ‘fucking idiot’ problem), so it could well be him too, doing the annoying harassment sounds? But also, I know Mat and Naomi got wind of the fact that I thought it was them stealing from me, so they could have typically quite possibly taken revenge, and did something really nasty and bitchy, which happens a lot – people are so spiteful (which I belief they did, and cannot discuss). Also, Cate insisted repeatedly that Mat and Naomi were innocent, but she has not said that about anyone else in that park, or anyone that I accused of theft or harassment – like she knows people are stealing from me, herself included, so she knows FOR SURE that Mat and Naomi were not. People give themselves away eventually, implying that Mat and Naomi were actually the ONLY ONES in the park not stealing or harassing me, automatically implicating herself and Win (and the old couple next door, the Elders, and the Hooker family across the RD) the guilty ones. Possibly Win might be a case of, seeing and hearing about everybody else steal from me, and or doing SIGNS, and so, he wants to do it too “me too me too I’m a bad boy”. Or, I have deduced that people do SIGNS basically to make themselves feel important and so they don’t go crazy with boredom, especially ones at Kookaburra Park, as none of them work. So, Win who would have a sharp mind, (did an engineering course at uni, just has never worked), would be a typical person to fall under the spell of wanting to do SIGNS, not knowing he inadvertently is disturbing the peace. Cate told me Win has managed to go through his whole life without ever working - isn’t that amazing, but he did build his own home which is fairly nice, so he must’ve inherited enough money to do that. Just imagine going your whole life without ever working, and he would be in his late 50s now, so I do find that quite extraordinary, to not even experience a fulltime job, working for someone, and earning money – what that’s like? Btw, I don’t believe Cate did much work either, but I recall Rachels sister, the Wainberg girl did work briefly at a small architecture office as receptionist. Well, so if it is her, she is now on Disability pension and is not sick, she is someone who has a lot of friends, they give their friends the pension, and people who actually have a disability miss out, such is the nature of this stupid country. {The perfect Centrelink recipient – a dog}. I suspect that group are indeed were from real nazis in Germany, as there was a big settlement of nazis after the war ended in South Australia, and that is where both Cate and Win are from. Possibly trying to be funny at someone else’s (me) expense. FUCK OFF. I hope those BIMBOS involved get cancer, and are tortured, see how they like it. Also, I got wind of the fact that my stories sound so awful, that they could not possibly be true, and as I am a creative type, I must be making them up – I CAN ASURE YOU, I AM NOT. I am just writing down what happens to me in my life. Also I’ve heard some people talk about creating your own destiny, and don’t just let things happen; take charge! I’m definitely all for that. I’m a fairly independent person, and I have created many situations in my life, which often have worked out. (Nothing would ever happen at all if I did not make plans and goals. But then of course some little jealous bully comes along when they see it WORKING OUT and destroys it. This is mainly what happens in life. And this is the part, I have no control over. And it is like a continuing theme, all my adult life. I’m at the point now where unless I had a lot of money I just can’t carry out my destiny, let alone my will. 2. Sleep Stealing and Female Doctor Manipulations Do you know how clever your body is? Honestly, its 2020, and it’s like most women have no idea what really goes on. For instance, when we sleep, we process everything that has happened during the day, so if you have interrupted sleep or no to little sleep one night, it means you will have difficulty remembering that day’s events the in the future. You will also be part zombie sleep deprived unless you are well disciplined. Did you know when you are lying down, signals are sent to the brain for body organs to relax (and heal if needed), - that includes your bladder, it is typical for a human to be able to sleep the whole night without having to get up and go to the toilet, even if they need to go – they can ‘put it on hold’ so to speak (obviously unless you have had a few drinks just before bed, there is only so much your bladder can put on hold). As I do not drink, aside from coffee and water, and the occasional squeezed juice, I DO NOT NEED TO BE WOKEN UP IN THE NIGHT TO GO TO THE LOO. So, for all the little people who have taken it upon themselves (WHO THINK THEYA RE HELPING, delusional) to wake me up at night, – could you please GO JUMP IN THE LAKE, the world would be a better place without you. And btw, I believe there is a deliberate misconception (purposely perpetuated) that I am a drunk, so these dogs, can work each night, all night to wake me up, it is a paid job, they are so selfish, greedy thieves, plus inconsiderate. My neighbour across from me on the highway at Kookaburra Park, has just moved, because they are so loud, - eventually THEY REALIZE, no it was not a bird, or a chance normal sound – they are deliberate people making noises in order to wake people from their sleep. truly UNACCEPTABLE behaviour - PERSECUTION. And, there is a female doctor at the Gunnedah Rural Health Clinic that is deliberately kept awake by certain paid people so then the next day at work she is ‘zombielike’ and can be easily manipulated with diagnosis and prescriptions, this is the powers that be in Australia, the powers that be, know about this phenomenon. After I posted this, that clinic was closed. The government does not like to think that there are “powers that be” that run this country, aside from them!! Also, waking someone up with repeated sounds means they will wake up without remembering their dreams. Trust me, this is a problem. - you need to remember your dreams to help figure your life and the people in it, out. While I am on the subject, lately (2021) something I can’t explain happens to me, around 9pm, I get extremely sleepy, EXTREME, Then I usually wake at 1-2am with many helpful thoughts/ideas bombarding me? like reminders of things I need to do in the garden, errands I have to make, things I have to clean… and such. - Sleep - so mysterious. And often I feel my mind is being used every night by people while I sleep for her first few hrs, and when they’re through with me they wake me up. Plus, that coward truck driver that wakes me up at 1 or 2o’clock in the morning by continuous noisy driving up and down the highway - a little birdie told me that this is some guys ‘act of war’ as he hates women, and since he is a coward, he targets single women/low income, to take his rage and personal anger out on, in society by being a nuisance in his truck/car. Why the police don’t do anything about these bastards is beyond comprehension for me. Seriously, they drive up, turn round, then drive back, repeatedly, sometimes all night. No one does anything. Not sure if it is the same truck driver, I suspect so, but they drive by Kookaburra Park and sometimes fires a gun, or the like. Loud bang. This usually happens daily. It’s not a shotgun because it’s not loud enough, but it is pretty loud, so some sort of gun, perhaps a starters gun for a race. They set the birds off, then the birds squawk for a good 20 minutes. After I posted this, that stopped. Sleep deprivation causes problems, biggest one being long term memory retention, and loss of focus. They still waking me up at my new address in 2022; Car horns are a form of noise pollution. It does state in the Drivers Handbook, that car beeping is permitted to warn pedestrians of oncoming cars, or to be used while reversing, to warn pedestrians who maybe crossing the footpath, behind the vehicle. You may not be aware but car horns are not to be used for anything else, because it falls under the category of noise pollution. Disturbing the neighbourhood, people and animals, or giving innocent pedestrians a fright. I am sure you could understand not everyone works a 9-5 job; some people sleep during the day re night shifts. I need to mention, you may not be fully aware of the nature of certain people, (I find in life not many people do, especially housewives) so I’d like to bring this to your attention; if you disturb somebody with your car horn during the day, that person may take it upon themselves to start beeping their horn in the middle of the night, to disturb not only the person who did it, but in fact the entire town, to spite you. For a heavy sleeper, they may not even wake up, and have no idea of this little war, that some irate night shift worker has commenced. When I write about it, it sometimes stops, especially on the same night I write about it, which is why I am updating this photo story and re uploading. And, another update: Trucks driving past at 6 o’clock in the morning on Sunday morning. This is Nuisance people on the road. The alarm bells should be ringing if you are someone that pays attention. I’ve had extensive experience with truckdrivers, and one thing I’ve noticed over many years, is friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday morning, truckdrivers are usually resting, asleep, or partying. And at these times there’s peace on the roads. So, this morning Sunday morning 11th Dec 2022, is a constant barrage of trucks at 6 o’clock in the morning going outside my old unit on the old highway - alarm bells alarm bells alarm bells. Why don’t they do anything about Nuisance truckdrivers who are polluting our roads ? 3. Old men in Trailers driving in Circles For some unknown reason I have old man in trailers who follow me around now in Gin Gin. I used to have boys who followed me around, and then I had girls that followed me around (the dogs). And now I have old men harassing me. The main thing they seem to be wanting to do, is commentate my life. I can only assume this has been learnt from sitting on the couch watching sports and drinking beer. (Seriously, try switching to documentaries you never know what you might learn). So, I feel those non-thinking idiots -I say non-thinking, because anyone with an ounce of common sense would know that commentating some girls life is completely inappropriate, disrespectful, and retarded behaviour -they can’t seem to see you that my life is none of their business. They literally need to be told to fuck off. So, fuck off you stupid old men. 4. Sound Harassment when I Exit my House I had noticed at Kookaburra Park Gin Gin, whenever I went outside, suddenly my neighbours would either yell out, or make a loud noise. They hear me open my metal frame door open, and respond with louder noise - like a primitive monkee. There have been times when the sounds of the person who yells out, when I leave the house has sounded like a little boy, but I’m not in entirely sure if it was a child, because I know that there are women who actually sound like little boys, somewhere along the lines of Bart Simpson. And I’m pretty sure that they have been deliberately pretending to be a child, as in to trick me, implying that there are bad little boy behaviours in play, as in, when you leave the house, someone is going to steal something from inside, while you’re not looking, which in fact happens, and has happened for the first two years that I’ve been here at Gin Gin; plus happened at Rangari frequently. Once at Rangari, I heard one of the dogs say that my house was like an art gallery, she couldn’t but help take something from it, when I wasn’t looking. STUPID, *&^% off. Although lately, when I have left the house, I have not had anything taken (oh, except, my birth certificate was taken 3 weeks ago, so there you go, still happens) - I haven’t left the house much because I can’t really walk, I have a Collapsed Arch. (Actually, I should not have left the house the whole time I’ve been here doing my gardening, because I agitate my collapsed arch and it hasn’t healed, soo painful. But I just can’t help myself, I am a gardener, plus I need to be able to do something. But gardening is kind of a waste because the landlord will just ask you to leave at any point, which she has done, making all the time and effort that you spent, a complete waste of time and effort). Landlord user. Labour user. Lazy greedy landlord. So, it’s either that “stealing sign” or this woman is yelling out because the opportunity has presented itself; she heard me, and then has responded with noise herself, like some sort of weird primal communication attempt, I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with her, there’s something wrong. Maybe she’s a musician and feels she has to communicate loudly all the time with her voice? Sometimes it’s not a human voice, it’s just noise, so maybe that times, those noises are literally from animals, it is kind of an ANIMALISTIC RESPONSE in my opinion, and I do live in an animal friendly environment? Who knows, but after writing this blog it stopped briefly. I want to further state today, now at Sarina, that ‘dumb dog’ back at Gin Gin who made loud sounds whenever I went outside; I am fairly certain it is the girl who repeatedly reminds me, that I live in “Cates house”, and not ‘my’ house. – Well, der! She has some major issues with territory- she is full on dog. I recall, I was harassed online in such manner, there were dogs targeting me, wanting me to talk about money, and housewives or something, they were on Facebook – they are truly greedy and evil, always wanting something from me – like desperate monkees in the jungle. They still hound me today. I have no money for you – you stupid retail thieves. Actually, in retrospect, this may have been my landlord Cate Rogers and her minions? {Formerly Rachael Wainberg’s older sister, she changed her name} – as I mentioned before, she is possibly the person hung up on ‘class’ re she thought I could not get Centrelink payments due to the fact that I was rich, when in actually fact that was not the reason, the reason was because Centrelink are cunts. Her fiend “Win” who lives nearby was also hung up on class. But actually, as I know all my harassment problems I have, are usually female, I suspect maybe in this “going outside” case, due to the extreme territorial land issues, my harasser here at Kookaburra might be male, and OLD, old man?? I remember David Heywood used to suffer from land territorial issues, as did Steve Carter, its definatly a male thing. Women also suffer from territorial issues, but not usually so much land related. They have whole other territorial issues going on with relationships and human interactions. So now at my new location, I have the same problem of harassment from neighbours when I go outside, by the child next door. It started off as the child, but now, the whole family harasses me. They are beyond a nuisance. They - that whole family, should be in jail; the bloody mother should CERTAINLY not be allowed to breed more dogs. What the hell is wrong with society when you are letting bimbo people breed more bimbo dogs?? This is the root of the problem, so cut it off at the base. I made it known that I was being harassed, and so the mother I suspect tried to do something about it, but seems to have simply joined in with an app that plays sounds – so typical. And also, a little bungalow was built in the vacant plot infront of their house, - I believe for the SOLE POINT OF HARASSING ME, but I suspect the person harassing me at Gin Gin, is the same person doing it – they travel up and use it for a holiday spot? -I saw an old man there when he was harassing me via tooting his car, it looked like the same guy that lived in no 1 on the corner there at Kookaburra Park, the one with all the fruit trees. He must think “oh I can harass some girl from afar, and not get caught – woohoo woohoo – get her, get her!” IDIOT Actually, it is not always neighbours making sounds when I go outside, also, people who drive past harass me via tooting, many times when I go outside; toot toot. Like yesterday, I go outside to feed my fish (as I do twice daily), and some idiot drives past and beeps - they do this repeatedly; go outside; they make noise - constant harassment. Someone told me all harassment is sexual harassment, so, what?- can’t they handle my sensuality when I go outside?? Juvenile bogans. Btw, when that show the Simpson was on; that crew are disgusting and cowards. Other people can see how discriminatory and humiliating they are, and I personally believe, that’s why they put that divine chocolate ‘Homer Hudson’ ice cream in my path at the supermarket, to try and make up for their revoltingness. (And only because other people could see – they typically have no remorse, people like that. It was a type of ‘peer pressure’ apology – this happens a lot. Still. All the time. {How could you think that would possibly make up for it you stupid little dogs}. Although exceptionally good ice-cream. I have a lot to say about people who torment me – RIGHT BACK AT YOU. Photo shows a bit of my living room wall with my art at Rangari 5. Finally, some normality when I walk outside into the garden Today when I went outside to feed my chook, I went out, did it, and came back inside. I can’t begin to explain what a joy that experience was, compared to how it has been, I’d say for at least the first 16 months of living here. Before, whenever I went outside, every single time, there would be some person either yelling out from one of my neighbours, or who would start madly tapping, as in banging a piece of metal or something. Perhaps even they would start revving their car. It is a fairly quiet neighbourhood, aside from the constant hwy traffic. But I suspect they can hear my metal door when I unlock/open/close/lock each time I enter and exit. I’m not sure what the proper reaction should be from having this ‘noise harassment’ every time I go outside, I mean it doesn’t really physically affect me, it isn’t abusive or offensive insults. It’s just extremely annoying, and basically antagonistic - I can tell you after experiencing so much of this ‘antagonism’, it does affect me in a very negative way, as I am extremely pissed off about it, and hence, you will have seen the anger come across in this blog. And why I dedicated a whole page to “Banging and Tapping”, see p5 And so, after writing about this phenomenon on this blog, I now enjoy experiences like today when feeding my chook. I haven’t been accosted in anyway and it’s just been so pleasant I can’t believe it, and still every time it happens, I think it’s a miracle. So, it just goes to show that writing about it and writing this blog in the public arena has been invaluable. Of course, the thought did enter my mind, that the person (who I’ve only just discovered, takes photo copies of my blog and puts them in peoples mail lockers - they may have put one of my writings in just the very person’s locker who was ‘sound harassing’ me. They’ve actually read how bloody annoying they are, and this is why they have ceased? I can’t say for certain. Maybe it’s just the spectacle of having me in the neighbourhood, and finally, after almost 2 years, worn off? I mean how could anyone think it’s acceptable to make noise every time a girl appears outside? What’s wrong with them, are they slightly retarded? I would also like to say, I suspect maybe the people responsible, who have stopped harassing me, now think intern, that they deserve to be removed from my blog - and I would like to take this opportunity to say NO WAY! What goes on in my life is being recorded by me and this blog, it can’t be erased, life cannot be erased. All those memories have been formed, and has gone into my psyche, to shape who I am today. So, I will not be removing any information about any details of the things that have happened to me in my life. I might rewrite it later and tone down the language but that’s about all. I did have one person email me, asking me to stop posting my blog in peoples lockers, and stating I was lying. AM NOT! I told her I am NOT putting photocopies of my blog in peoples lockers. She was rude. And there is no such person listed on the residents list, plus she said some other things that contracted what she previously said – her emails did not add up, I suspect she was one of the dogs who was trying to ‘engage me’ in conversation to try to ‘trick’ me – she seemed really stupid and juvenile, perhaps a school person, maybe a sabotager? Possibly my landlord, fake name – when she emailed me that times in with Cates whinging. What a liar. Her email breakasweat2021@yahoo.com – breakasweat – that is Cate, fear mongering, that is what she has been doing. 7. INTERNET AND Telstra plus prime video working together? I keep getting Nuisance emails sent me on a daily basis by different companies, but I suspect it’s all by the same person, a .com person Telstra, and fake companies. I have noticed, I have some stupid girl (dog) telling me that “she’s here” and she’s spying on my activities; maybe this is just her way of saying “I’m still here”. Well gee, I have an idea, why don’t you go jump in the lake you stupid girl. Am I the only one that can see the problem with this pervert girl? I am wondering what is wrong with her and the whole of Australia, when I have some stupid dog harassing me in this constant anonymous manner, and everyone thinks that it’s fine. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU ALL, WAKE UP 8. Pellaea ovata - Ovate-leaved Cliff Brake Fern This is the sweetest little fern. And it looks so good in my glass beaded hanging basket. I included this photo on my Blog, as I was somewhat advised, that some bimbo girl had stolen my photo and claimed it as hers! Not true, mine! I started my fern collection when I moved to Gin Gin, QLD, Australia, I have had a long love of ferns, but was unable to grow them in Gunnedah, well, except for Fishbone fern ofcourse. But at Gin Gin, they grow exceptionally well, especially on my deck that had 2 translucent panels in the roof. I purchased this one from VERDIGRIS, back in 2020. At first I had it on the back Veranda, and it was struggling, just kinda sitting there, not doing too well. So I moved it into the bathroom, and there’s not much light in the bathroom, I mean it was next to a big window, but the window didn’t see any sun, because it was facing south. But in the bathroom, this little fern came to life, it seemed to really like not too bright, and moist conditions, and no wind - so very sheltered in my bathroom. (Or maybe it just liked my ‘bathroom song’!). I had a good home-made quality potting mix with organic fertiliser, and Blood n Bone, and a good amount of perlite to aid drainage. Plus I sprayed every 5th day or so, with diluted Power Feed – it loves this. As you can see from the photos, it was starting to look really good in my glass beaded hanger, although, I had to move further north in 2022, and since then it has developed some sort of rust on the leaf, which I’m very disappointed about, and eventually died (same problem as my celery). It seems it was not too happy about its new spot. There doesn’t seem to be any information on the Internet, although I read on one blog, that this fern requires full sun! So I certainly know that that’s definitely not true!! That just prompted me to write this further more, and put a photo up! 9. Some Councils know how to do it 11. Trusty Ute on Rangari farm, with much needed window tint 9. Some Souncils know how to do it This shot of Google Earth shows 2 towns, one is a part of a town called Millicent in South Australia, the other is a part of a town near Bundaberg in QLD. Now, these 2 council planners know how to do it! In my opinion every house in Australia ought to be set out in this manner on a bush block. Caring for flora and fauna. So, you can see why I feel Australia is completely way over populated. 10. Scenic Rail Route from Perth, to Broome, to Darwin, then across to Lockhart via the new Underwater Scenic rail route, and ending up at Cooktown. Why hasn’t this been done already? Proposed scenic rail route from Perth, to Broome, to Darwin, then across to Lockhart via the new underwater scenic rail route, and ending up at Cooktown. {Stop wasting money on space related nerd activities and be more practical! Not to mention, the “mass” wasting of money, done by MANY local councils, in their fake roadworks projects – OMG, stop giving away all that money to little spoilt arsholes and their nagging bitchy wives who demand they bring home bacon for them. Such wroughting going on in Australia. Just because you have the “infrastructure” for those kinds of employments – does not mean you should create ‘workstuff’ to be done in this area; that DOES NOT NEED TO BE DONE – they are as bad as dentists who make up problems on your teeth, just so they can get the work, only councils are way more prevalent. I am obviously not familiar with all councils, but this ‘fake roadworks’ and or ‘un-necessary roadworks’, with multiple people standing around in fluorescents doing muck all, happens in Gunnedah, Tamworth, Gladstone, Bundaberg, Sarina and Mackay, so I suspect it is, ALL COUNCILS.} There are way too many other things that ought to be done instead, like burying the power lines, or tree planting – street beautification, and ofcourse A Scenic Rail Route.} Btw, the new underwater scenic part, has big translucent panels, so passengers can see the ocean and the occasional fish, perhaps even a crocodile or two. Like I said on my proposed new EastCoast Express story - ought to start acquiring land for it now gov, and secretly, otherwise you will not be able to afford it in 2084!} 11. Trusty Ute on Rangari farm, with much needed window tint By the way, the reason I wanted my car windows tinted is because I have people that follow me around, they must see a girl driving on her own and think it’s an invitation to be stalked. ARE YOU KIDDING, are you completely stupid you little morons, bugger off (btw, the definition of ‘bugger off’ comes from the word ‘bug’, as in to bug someone, as in to annoy the crap out of them like a fly - that’s where it’s meaning comes from, insects. It doesn’t come from anywhere else) Btw, my windows were tinted after I left Rangari, but they should have been tinted before I received the car at point of purchase, as I believe in Gunnedah, it would have been greatly beneficial to me if no one could see who was driving that Ute. Plus, when I finally had some cash to get them done, I had to go all the way up to Gladstone, 2hr trip, as no one in Bundaberg would do my tinting at a reasonable cost. The 2 guys who do car tinting in Bundaberg wanted $1500 minimum. The average price for window tinting is $250. Thieves in Bundaberg. But the guy in Gladstone who quoted me $250, and ended up charging me $250, at some point inbetween, his bloody wife tried to overcharge me another $100, it was only because her husband was PRESENT, that I was not overcharged in the end there too. You know most people don't have these kinds of problems in society. And these are exactly the typical daily problems that a single woman has. It all pretty much comes down to a lack of respect for me, and the really strange phenomenon, of the desire, an overwhelming need and want, to be disrespectful to me. A common enemy. 12. Ficus benjamina - Weeping Fig planted 1916 at Miriam Vale; along Station St, near Gladstone, QLD This big ole beautiful tree has withstood all the ghung-ho chopdown councils that have come along since 1916, which I think is amazing, and a miracle. Even though it is not native to Australia, I think there is a place for it here, due to its vast shade canopy, and its beauty. I could see some of these planted along Broad street at Sarina, so if any one has any house plants that are getting to big, and need to be planted out – plant them at Sarina! Or contact me. 13. Spot the Dog – what the really annoying adults do This extremely annoying game has been going on for years, the Radio National girls used to talk about it, and named it ‘Spot the Dog’, as it was such a prevalent amusement GAME for all the narcissists. Basically, it’s a tactic of annoying someone (me) in order to get a reaction from someone else nearby (who they call dogs). This is related to what I've mentioned before on my blog with certain people, behaving in a certain unusual way, like, if I'm upset, like stressed or angry, then they can sense it. I'm upset; she cries. And some people can do way more than just sense it, they really feel it, in their body, physically, and some of them can hear, loud and clear, my thought process if I am upset. Some take pleasure in it, (the narcissist), and others try to resolve the stressful situation for me, so they don't have to feel uncomfortable either. So, there are a group of people, who know, that if they make me feel "uncomfortable", then suddenly there's going to be other people appearing out of the woodwork, to try and do something about it. In the past I often felt like, you know, why do I have people out to get me? But in this situation, the point is not to antagonise me, that's just something they do in order to suss out who the 'dogs' are - they use me to do it, the fact that they are making me angry or stressed, they don't even care about that, they have no thoughts or regards to how I'm actually feeling at all. None. They are the epitome of selfish, deranged, unhealthy, weak and pathetic. Now, I'm fairly certain they won't refer to those people that they are trying to see, as dogs! This is something I've associated them to be, because some of them are so annoying, and follow me around like dogs. Maybe "leach" would be a better word to describe them, but after 30 years of this shit, I pretty much have had it up to here with the dogs, and the people who are trying to see the dogs, so I pretty much call everyone dogs. {And interestingly enough, the girls at the ABC must have also associated them to be dogs, as in, Spot the Dogs have been around since way before me. So, some of them are not leeches, as not all of them follow, stalk and harass me; some are very helpful, in trying to reduce any kind of stress or anger that I might be feeling. It kind of makes sense for me, as to why they would be helpful. But there are a lot of such people, who don't have a helpful personality, (they had a crap upbringing by crap parents), and these people cause problems against me, and for their own problems, in my opinion - what they hear and feel has nothing to do with me, it's like trying to blame the messenger! (That's just an expression, I do not think I'm a Messenger!) And there are a lot of people who can't handle what I have just described above, they think it's crazy or nuts, a mental health problem, but it is not any of those things, it's just the way it is - and it's human. It's not a disease or illness. Obviously a person in any situation above is going to have some problems in a community, but trying to deem those people as sick and mentally ill, is absolutely ludicrous. But I know there are many savvy people who do understand it, and have termed me as someone who lives in a glasshouse, (they suggested that I shouldn't call anyone names, in my thoughts lol! As you can see from my blog, I don't really adhere to that philosophy, I don’t believe in living an oppressed life for the sake of the stupid bimbo dogs. It's a good thing I have somewhere safe to live.) And above, I described people going out of their way to try and make me feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable is one word, but really their main aim is to totally piss me off, and the more pissed off I am, the more other people can sense it. It just so happens that my personality type is very cool calm and collected. And so, what they've had to do sometimes to piss me off has been extreme, if it happened to some other people, well, I don't think those other people would be able to handle it. But because it's been going on for so long now, they're organised, they know me fairly well, and know things that I don't like, such as waiting in queues in shops or malls (because I get harassed a lot at malls - I've written a whole photo story about 'mall dogs'. They're just a huge problem, I cannot go shopping at a mall if I don't want to be harassed. You know it is those people that harass me, and can't handle me - they are the ones that need help, mental health help. Maybe they need a mental health person to tell them that they can't discriminate in public, because that's what they do, deliberatley. I know Telstra dogs try to piss me off by switching my Internet off, so that if I'm out driving, suddenly my Google Maps is not working, so I'm in a difficult situation, not being familiar with Mackay, stressed about not knowing where I am or how I'm going to get to where I need to go, in the middle of traffic. (I'm never lost you nasty clueless Telstra dogs). But as soon as someone appears - literally some person just appears walking down the street towards me, well, then they turn it back on). Such annoying behaviour from Telstra. Oh, but guess what, a few days later I go onto the Telstra app to see if my complaint has progressed, and there's a link saying I have 27,000 reward points! I'm thinking how on earth have I got reward points? I don't know anything about it, so I clicked it, and I see I can get a whole lot of different free products by paying with my points. So, I go ahead and purchase something - it worked! Then I realise, that this is Telstra trying to apologise for pissing me off, by giving me something for free. And also, trying to turn the situation around on to me, by rewarding a dog. I would like to see a show of hands: who thinks by giving me something for free, this makes up for pissing me off, for the previous two months that I've had no Internet? Well, I can tell you for sure as hell, I don't think it's fair at all. It has been scientifically shown that stress is a direct factor in physical illness. So, anyone trying to “stress” me out, is trying to put me in Hospital. Why don’t you deal with that you little supposed tio regulators. BTW, Heath Barwick tried to do this at age 16, whilst I was on my “date” with John Peterson at the movies. Why don’t they talk about the dogs and these revolting games at school? image above (as its related Why are there televisions blaring in every single waiting room in Australia? Possibly the thought hasn’t occurred to those receptionists who put TVs in; we don’t want to hear or watch TV, while we wait for you or the Doctor. and, we certainly don't want to hear any DOGS. {EVERY bloody DR waiting room EVER.) Curse those revolting, evil, weak and pathetic receptionists. On my Pinterest account I have a created a Board called “Doctors Waiting Rooms”, and so far, I have 1 pin in it, it shows as lovely well-lit courtyard, with lovely manicured green trees and shrubs, plus a padded seat in between 2 topiary trees. – Now this looks PERFECT as a waiting room. learn how to live you stupid receptionists. Less little screaming brats, and more peace and tranquillity. 14. Another dog following me, is this one of yours Prime TV (now Channel 7)? There was an image with this story, it was a police webpage screenshot, describing laws regarding nuisance behaviour in Australia - it really is unlawful to be a constant nuisance, and the police can do something about it, if a complaint is made. So, I’ve written that I get harassed by the neighbour that lives across the road at number 108 Range Road, and lately the mother has stood in her driveway when I leave and return, like she wants me to see her, so I know what she looks like now. I think she’s aboriginal or islander, she has long curly hair. I have not seen any kids with her, so I’m still not sure whether she actually has a little boy or she is putting on voice and pretending to be a little boy herself. Because her aim is to harass me, and yesterday when I had to go into the doctor, she was there harassing me from afar in the car park, with that little boy voice winging, plus beeping, - a constant barrage of beeping, people who work in the area will wonder what the hell‘s going on, and they will have no idea that I am being harassed by stupid dogs. So, again I saw her when I left, and went up to the imaging place, she was there in the waiting room talking to what must be her friend, the imaging receptionist. So, this person is stalking me, and not only that, but verbal harassment every time I walk outside my unit (was, after Blog, greatly reduced) – But they can hear me. It would definitely fall under the police category of “behaviour that causes a substantial unreasonable annoyance or disruption”. I believe the reason she wanted me to see her, is so I put it in a complaint with the police. And, as the police get work out here, if called, they want that, friends with police?. So I’m definitely not going to be putting in a complaint to the police especially (with my experience with the Gin Gin Police - absolutely useless), instead I’m just going to write about it up here on my blog, and next time she presents herself, I’ll make sure I get it on camera, to add a photo with the story, by the way I have seen her car, it’s a blackish SUV with the words prime written on the back window screen amongst other words that I couldn’t make out. They seem to beep their car horn a lot – so annoying. I have had problems with certain people on prime television back when I used to live in Gunnedah, whether it’s the same people, who have followed me up here, I’m not sure. But she doesn’t seem to have any common sense. At the moment that whole family are pretending to be schizophrenic they are ridiculous. And not funny. Telepathic. (The thing no-one talks about, the taboo subject – fraid its real, morons, not a ‘crazy’ thing) te·lep·a·thy ( P ) Pronunciation Key (t-lp-th) Communication through means other than the senses. Communication from one mind to another by extrasensory means. The ability to know what is in someone else's mind or communicate with them mentally, without using words or other physical signals. People in the Television industry, are famous for te·lep·a·thy Channel 7 are the ones who inflated their strawberries, when it was heard I had a craving for Strawberry ShortCake. – to $30 a kg (normally $10) DOGS. And they especially like talking about ‘coming of age’ memories - like they are total perverts. I’ve noticed since I’ve started taking photos (screenshots) of the bimbos who do that, it’s greatly stopped, and OMG I should’ve started doing that years ago. I have to say, it’s mainly unknown actresses who do that, I don’t usually have many problems from the big names, only occasionally I can see they in not very good hands. Previously 2 different addresses, I’ve had issues with the neighbour’s dog barking incessantly. They (council) had given me a form to fill out, and I was to write down every time the incident occurred, what type of noise, and then they dealt with it. And so, I feel, this is what needs to be done with this family - this little dog family. Someone advised me that this family is known to the police, but I do believe diplomacy should be used when addressing the issue with the family. Just a ‘word’ is often all it takes for someone to ‘toe the line’. 15. Sibling Friend Jealousy I can recall at least 4 instances now {there have probably been plenty of others too}, where the sister/brother of my friend has been a big problem for me; The first one I have talked about on my blog extensively, so just another quick mention, my friends name was Rachael Wainberg, and her older, (2nd born older sister) was the problem. As it has turned out, she has been unhealthily, darkly, obsessed with me and followed, harassed and stolen from me over many years. I still can’t remember her name. And it’s like the bad sister, is so used to sharing everything with her siblings, that she cannot handle to see her sister with a friend - who is friends with them and not her - and so they’re jealous of their sister, and act out, like naughty child – still when they are fully grown adults. And of course, there is seeing another younger person with their younger sister, and they immediately think stupid prey like their stupid sibling. This is how Australian mother bimbos raise their families – with dysfunction. You know, there has been a lot of progress, development and evolvement in the world since cave man days – I do not see why there cannot be progress, development and evolvement in the family situation too. I forgot to mention “control” this is the main issue with her, she wants someone to control, {in the pretence of being “helpful”} - so a younger girl is her prey – she does not think to find a husband – well heck, there are heaps of stooopid ones who need a woman’s guidance. I noted, that girl, in her 50’s now, who has changed her name to Cate Rogers, has an adopted son from India- she now uses him to control and ‘boss’ about. She is fully dysfunctional and sick. Then there was the time my flat mate and I’s unit was ‘cleaned out’, turned out it was an older brother of one of the Lebanese’s guys we had met socially. (Someone told me my theory of the ‘bogan immigrant’ being manipulated to leave their country and live in Australia, was applied in Lebanon too! lol -mm, I think it worked, Lebanon is now a very peaceful country, no wars there!). The other was a friend I met through TAFE, an older woman with a son, can’t remember her name now, she said her sister was selling a sewing machine, an overlocker. I was looking for one and so purchased it, but it didn’t work at all. So, her sister was trying to sell a broken machine for as working, - just thought she’d take advantage of the situation and her younger sister. I did reprimand my friend for having a bad sister, and she later got my money back! J You know this doesn’t surprise me, I mention numerous times how mothers with only one child make the best mothers, and any more than 2, a typical mother will not be able to handle. Well, this just reiterates that doesn’t it? Stop breeding and having multiple kids you silly mothers; you cannot look after them and raise them properly so to be without dysfunction – especially the jealousy dysfunction. Anyway, someone who is tied up with lots of kids are missing out on life; Australia is a fast country and it has a lot of hidden beauty that needs to be explored. (I recommend not going to Middle Creek Dam, as they hate tourists and will smash out your tail lights). Oh, I may be remembered another one, well, not so much remembered, but it may be him, the hoon: In 2024, I remembered my good friend from primary school, who I haven't seen for many years, had an older brother, John. I recall one day some guy came up to John, who happened to be within earshot of me, and said “John Xidas, I don't know how you can drive around all day like you do, I just don’t see the point”. So, not knowing John very well, I'm assuming he was one of those bloody hoons in Gunnedah that literally just hooned around all day. That's what they do - they just drive around, all day long, sometimes doing burn outs. {I personally believe it’s because they are bloody hopeless and can't think of what to do, so they just drive around}. So, since today, and for many years, I have had problems with hoons constantly driving up and down and outside my place; maybe this person is still one of them?? I would find it a little strange to believe that, as I recall his sister, my friend, was smart - so there can't be that much deviation between the siblings??? You know, I remember that son who tried to smoke me out of his mother’s place when I did that craft workshop – maybe he too is now one of those stupid hoon stalkers? “See a single lady, and just start stalking her"?? Considering I am secretly willing him and that family to get cancer and die, it seems odd he would still be hanging around… I guess here is a good spot to add; the issue of young men especially and their absolute (secret or not so secret) disgust for women who are not “pretty”. I noted my brother and his friends, at 16-22, when they talked, it was very clear that their bias and discrimination in this area is a problem. Also, I believe one of my friends older brother sabotaged my car, due to the fact that I was not a “pretty” girl. The old photo above shows my grandma/grandpa, - back in the day; Gweneth and Bill Flood, with their eldest, Diana Flood (my aunt), and their adopted 3rd child, my mother, Fran Flood. (Louise the middle child is missing from photo). The old photo below is one that I have previously uploaded, but it has gone, so I am attaching it to this story. It was a photo in the local newspaper who just so happened to spot mum in the park, and asked for a pose! I think I was at preschool at this time, they were waiting for me, however I have no memories of preschool, so assumed I did not go to preschool. But later dad insisted that I did go, so maybe, as, someone, told me, and I know this to be true, that a lot of memories are formed in the very young if there is trauma, abuse, shock, negativity… so perhaps my time at preschool was unlike any other time in my schooling, and I had all normal teachers/carers with no negative experiences!! Well how about that! (That was the preschool in Tamworth attached to the Calrossy school). I only remember going there once when Daniel was there 2yrs later, it was a family day; I remember I did not want to go outside and play games with the others, I wanted to stay inside by myself and play with the colourful felts that I had only just discovered! I don’t really recall my younger sister Penny, and I, had any jealousies going on, but I do remember in 3rd grade, with evil teacher Debbie Croft, she started playing sides with other teachers, against me, (she was pure evil); and so, I learnt, how people play sides, and can manipulate, which maybe Penny experienced later with our friend Amy?? Not sure, as I know I am not a bitch unlike Debbie Croft. But I am fairly certain Penny does not, did not harbour any jealousies, she had plenty of friends too. Our family was pretty functional compared to what I unfortunatly encounter now in the general community – it really pays to get you family situation RIGHT. 16. Banging on Metal - People who do signs are DISRESPECTFUL (far top, 3rd from the right) I recall at Kookaburra Park, my landlords boyfriend, one day banged his car as he went past the bit on the driveway, where all my trees had died (9yr drought). That was a common thing that those locals did; banging metal, in order to do signs. ‘You lose, your trees are dead’. They were huge on doing it at Gin Gin. Trucks used to do it outside my house, and other cars too, who drive past, at certain times, they always did it after my neighbour, David Hooker and Sharon Millet - or their kids – or their annoying guests left in the morning (I mention before people from the community would stay there, for the sole point of annoying me – I swear, it’s true, sounds crazy, but no, unfortunatly that’s what they really did, it has been a ‘thing’ for many years. Also, I must have talked about it before; the winning and losing signs? Can’t remember which one now, but it seems when 1 person does something, someone sees them do it, and thus wants to do it to. So annoying. It’s like ‘all the little kids on the block’, copying. You know; driving past my house constantly for hours, is ironically what a loser would do. So, you’re always a loser, so don’t come around here calling me a loser, as it’s the pot calling the kettle black. (love that expression!) I have major harassment from people in cars who drive up to my gate. There was a blonde who pulled up in the same car as my car, as I was putting the rubbish out. This is so typical, some girl who comes to my gate when I go outside. Or they make a noise when I go outside. And so, she banged her car somehow too, more metal bang noises - big on loud noise. There are no lumps in the driveway it’s all very smooth, there’s no reason why the car would make a banging sound, so it appears she came in to the unit complex car park, just to bang it. All I was doing was putting the rubbish out. Bimbos driving cars it’s an ongoing issue I’ve talked about it number of times. I used to have them just come up to my gate, beep the car horn and then drive off. Repeatedly. It’s the same thing now, but since I started writing about it and telling people what they do - they no longer beep. So, it’s not really obvious to someone who’s watching or visiting at my place that it’s happening, that I am actually being harassed by stupid airheads (that somebody has given them a brand-new car to drive around with). I talked before about “signing before signing”, like people who are smart and bored like to do signs, not only to amuse themselves, but they think they are being helpful as they can warn people about what’s ahead, or what’s going on, maybe use language that a ‘lady’ would not speak, and all without ‘the boss’ hearing. The unspoken kind, not everybody can see the signs, but I can assure you they’re real and it’s people who are creative do it. Sometimes they have been helpful, a lot actually, but there are a lot of bitchy women who do nasty signs, really rude, ones that cannot be spoken or just want to bully someone. Bullies. Mostly, I find the whole thing absolutely ridiculous, and cowardly, you have something to say, say it to my face. People who do signs are disrespectful, but mainly cowards. Half the time, if what they were saying was said to someone’s face, most likely, they would get a punch in the face. So, if you think you might get a punch in the face for saying something, then you probably ought not to be saying it in the first place - you idiots. Plane noise harassment, and deliberate targeted poison spraying on me regular flooding on farms with leaking troughs andfarmer polluters just really good NATIVE hybrids 17. Plane Noise Harassment, Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky above my House Plane Noise Harassment, Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky above my House Photo showing 2 planes messing about above my farmhouse at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW - they used to fly around and around, generally being a total nuisance for hrs and hrs, on a weekly, if not daily basis, over years and years. The local Prime news, at the time, one evening, said that the planes flying overhead in my area were from the Northwest flight school, owned by the army, however one day, when I was particularly fed up with all these planes flying over my house on the farm (in circles) - you know, that constant mmm noise, it’s pretty annoying. So, I phoned them up to speak with them personally, to ask them why they were only flying over and around my farm? The person I spoke to was an old man and he seemed very grateful that I had called him, like I was doing him a favour? He did not seem to have any explanation about the planes? Who knows if I was speaking to the right person, sometimes I feel Telstra put me through to just anyone, and not the right person at all. Just after I wrote this I sat down and watched the news, and in the finance bit, the guy said, Prime tv, had just been taken over by Seven, at a price of $131 million. You know I really wonder if they just make it up as they go along, does anyone actually know what’s going on? Little birdie told me they were doing fuel signs, as in “YOU ARE GIVING THE STUPID DOGS FUEL TO HAVE A GO AT YOU AND BULLY YOU” If that’s the case – piss off stupid non-thinking dogs. Start thinking for yourself. As I live on my own, do not talk to anyone, pretty much, except dad before he died, nor, at that point was their social media. So exactly how they thought I was giving them “fuel” I can only assume they have delusional mental health problems. Ooohhh, did I park outside your shop and not purchase anything? Or, oh yeah, did I not say hello to the stranger who walked past me down the street? and oh yeah, this one, did I not smile enough at the checkout chick?????? Fucking bimbos. This photo story has been deleted multiple times; I have had to re upload it at least 3 times now. Scared pilots. And update, since I moved to QLD, the plane harassment pretty much stopped. Although when I wrote this story and the aerial spraying story, while I was at Gin Gin, they started up again, but only a little bit, usually in the evenings. Living now in suburbia – it would raise too much attention “what are those planes doing flying overhead constantly in this area”. They are such cowards. 18. 2 planes flying over house and paddock, and yellow one aerial spraying poison on me I have had monumental problems with small planes following me around, and flying overhead around me, for years, they were especially a problem at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia. But they also followed me when I went anywhere like down to the central coast for my grandmother’s funeral. I occasionally still hear them, but after I wrote about them on Facebook in 2019, there has been a major reduction. As my area, and actually most areas in Australia have fruit fly, I use netting, which is BRILLIANT, no need for pesticides or herbicides at all EVER. BUT HERE IS A STORY THAT CONERNS YOU ALL: I caught some arshole in a yellow plane aerial spraying me and my house with pesticides on camera, I just happen to have my camera on at the time, videoing my cat Tulip – in my video, which is on YouTube now, you can see the plane, clear as day, yellow, and see it releasing the chemical – on camera – do you think the Gunnedah police or anyone did anything about it NO FUCKING WAY – such cowards in this country. A few months before that incident, there was a white plane flying over the neighbours, Heath Barwick and or Tony Tydds place, spraying, when he saw me on one of his turn arounds, I was out the back of my place on a hill, he came right over to the house and me, - left his course over the neighbours paddocks 2km away (Bridges RD, Rangari – the first 3 houses after the turn off), and sprayed, the air was full and thick of the scent of pesticide. It was disgusting as I raced back to the house. It all would have settled on my roof and next time it rained – into the tank drinking water, not to mention absorbed by my skin. THIS IS WHAT CASUES CANCER CELLS TO FORM. It was a little boy opportunist attack, I thought. Stupid pilot. Plus, each year my Strawberry Guava tree produces fruit, but it is always riddled with fruit fly, that’s why it is in the chook yard and not my netted tunnel – it’s for the chooks, as the fruit are ok, but not worth spending money on to put fruit fly netting over (unlike my delicious plums, plus my 22 other fruit trees that have a whole netting 2 tunnels). Anyway, one year there was NO fruit fly at all on my Strawberry Guava, and I realized that the plane flying over my house a while back was spraying that fruit tree too - (there were heaps of other times the plane was flying over my house). Then the arrogant pilot STOLE all the ‘clean’ Strawberry Guava fruit off the tree. You’ve got to be a halfwit if you think this is acceptable. Note, my house is at least 2 km away from nearest paddock/neighbour that partakes in BAD UNORGANIC poisonous aerial spraying (Tony Tydd). I contacted the local Gunnedah Middlebrook Air Service, that guy says it is not his yellow plane, he only has a white plane, (the plane who sprayed me up the paddock was white), but he like everyone else does not want to know about it, dismissed me, and said I was just causing trouble – COWARD SON OF A BITCH. Causing trouble for trying to determine the stupid dumb fuck who is spraying me with pesticides?? I also contacted EPA, local police and NSW Poisons Information Centre, and my landlord, none of them took me seriously, they all ignored me, even though I caught the plane spraying ON CAMERA. The Gunnedah police said, they nor anyone else can do anything about the planes, - they think I am crazy and sent dept. of mental health out to my property (what century I am living in? they are DISGUSTING PEOPLE – COMPLETELY STUPID) The EPA phoned me to discuss it, but that was it, he was patronizing and useless. The Poisons Centre said they were a “telephone information and advice service” only, with no regulatory power and cannot help with my complaint. The 2 neighbours that spray in my area are Mark Tydd and Steve Carter – both “greenie haters” both rich. (The other house Barwick, have sheep, no need to spray, but I still saw planes flying over his housing often, once a yellow plane was doing loop de loops for hours). BTW, neighbours are meant to notify all neighbours of Aerial spraying, I never received ANY notification ever. Such is the disrespect of farmers. Why are people so stupid – those chemicals really do cause cancer, it’s not something that is said to fear monger. They leave behind a chemical residue in very small amounts, but it is still there. All the fruit you purchase in the shops will be sprayed with poison unless grown certified organic. I think some farmers out here have a problem with organic – they do not want to change their farming habits. (Even though they will make twice the money) It’s super easy to go organic, non-farmers (everyday people) should give it a go, start with cleaning products, cheaper, cheaper cheaper. GET NETTING YOU FARMER BEANS FOR BRAINS. So, aside from the aerial spraying, sometimes the planes just flew around my farm, or above Heath Barwick’s, in circles or do loop de loops – just being a typical little boy nuisance. They are joy riders, and I think people from Hollywood/ tv industry is involved along with local Flight School program?? Also, fruit was taken off my trees that are protected under fully enclosed netting tunnels (before it was ripe) and then left outside on the ground, so I have no idea what is going on there (?) but someone seems to be determined to mess about with MY fruit trees. Could be a territorial thing by David Heywood the landlord? Oh, and a few years back I (being a way too friendly person) mentioned to the landlord David and Brenda Heywood, that if they want some nectarines, they could have some as they were ready, couple days later I went into town for the day, came home and the WHOLE tree was stripped of its fruit, literally 100’s. yeah, that’s what I meant - take all of them when I was not there – idiot thieves. Oh, and my sister used to work for a local lawyer who said they get clients who try to sue aerial spraying companies, for spraying on their land. So apparently it is a common thing around Gunnedah for little boy pilots to spray where they are not paid to spray. My sister said it is impossible to sue without proving physically loss of stock, and considering the nature of how chemicals work, this may be impossible in most cases to prove, but she said, there was one case where they could prove it, a horse died, and so they won the case. Btw, in a standard lease on a rental, it states; Landlord is to provide quiet enjoyment of the premises: The lessor must take reasonable steps to ensure the tenant has quiet enjoyment of the premises. (3) The lessor or the lessor’s agent must not interfere with the reasonable peace, comfort or privacy of the tenant in using the premises. I had complaints about harassment (noise, petty theft) at that farm (604 Bridges RD, Rangari - and my landlord, David Heywood, paid no attention, even though he knows all the neighbours out there, and was he himself plus his daughters most likely guilty also). As I write about monstrous things that people do, there are people who are curious, because they haven’t encountered someone like me, that has had so many encounters with evil people, they keep thinking I must have done something…. like most of them don’t believe me or did not believe me (hence why they sent out mental health workers – they are such stupid people…) it’s not until I really start writing about my whole life here in great detail, they can slowly see and understand what’s happening. And this particular incident, about Middlebrook Air Service poisoning me with toxic pesticides; there have been some people looking into that, because even though I alerted the authorities at the time, no one gave a shit or attempted to even find out who it was. But there are other authorities (maybe just gossips!) who most definitely do want to know about these things, and those people frequently inform me of outcomes/reasons, things that I just couldn’t see at the time. And I was advised by such people, that the person who was solely responsible for this aerial spraying was Tony Tydd, who was my second next door neighbour down from me on Bridges Road. And he did it because his dog ran away, and was at my place and it killed one of my chooks, and I called the pound, the pound took the dog (I do not know what happened to it after that). I didn’t know that the dog was Tony Tyde’s, I assumed it was bloody thieving Heath Barwick’s. NO ONE was looking for a dog at the time, and it had been there at least a week. So, Tony Tydd, did this poisoning of me, as an act of revenge? Stupid zombie farmer Tony Tydd - what an idiot, don’t blame me if you can’t look after your dam dog, and you’re in for some very BAD luck on a spiritual level. Stupid man. Although, he later came up and told me that he didn’t really care about his dog, he tried to be as ‘uncallous’ as he could, it was strange. - I’m thinking maybe he could actually see, eventually, what was going on, and thought he should come up and tell me that, inorder to get the war happy monkees off my back; the dogs playing sides – the cocky arrogant pilots acting on his behalf, who were seeking revenge, someone who was trying to play Big Brother – Fucking idiots that don’t know how ‘out of control’ they have become. {I have noticed this is a thing, perpetuated by the stupid TV show, Big Brother. Bimbo people are involved.} so, even Tony Tydd could see how wrong the situation was, I seemed to be being targeted, so he intervened best way he could think of? I don’t think Tony Tydd would arrange the Strawberry Guava spraying, he was an old man and you know not really arrogant or cocky enough to concoct such a plan. However, Steve Carter on the other hand fits the description to a tee, and so I suspect maybe it could be him who are sprayed my house and me when he saw me on the hill with toxic poison pesticides - he is a fucking arsehole he will be burning in hell. Or maybe tony Tydd did arrange it, being sarcastic about his dog? There were no notes of sarcasm. The only people I know that are arrogant and stupid enough to do that would be Steve Carter, or the politicians of the time, one of them was from Gunnedah, and another one of them was from Armadale, it was when Turnbull was in government, and I know his daughter went to my school she was in a year or two above me (there is a whole big network of them). But the news people reckon it’s the electricity people, in Gunnedah, Essential Energy, who run ‘the show’ and ofcourse all the coal mines there. And have done so for many years now, which is why the politicians were trying to introduce gas to the area, but they were beaten down before it went ahead, and you can still see the empty gas pipes lying on the ground that haven’t been laid down. And indeed, there are definitely electricity problems in Gunnedah, if you read my photo story “solar panels not contributing to Electricity Bill by Essential Energy” on my About page, - I talk about how they overcharge people that they think are rich (but that’s what Centrelink girls do with pension/welfare – government department) And the electricity people don’t acknowledge solar panels (my bill went up after I installed a $14,000 5kilowatt solar panel system, UP) They are a scam. Thieves. A little birdie told me that apparently, they’ve done something about that in Gunnedah, whether they have a not, I do not know. But they did say they will close the coal mines down if they don’t pull their socks up, which they can, so they probably did do something about it. (?) But being so out of control as to fly over me when I am down the paddock, and spray me with pesticides – is such disgusting stupid bullying behaviour, that only comes about from no discipline, so obviously still in need of a parental disciplinarian as an adult. MENTALLY ILL – that’s what mental illness is. Why don’t you bang the door of this pilot man’s house down, and drag him off and lock him up in a mental institute – you fuckin bully police? Sharon Morgan?? Ah HELLO. Btw it is a little tiring, hearing farmers complain of job shortages, when everybody knows farmers only pay peanuts. If they paid people properly, there would be no shortages at all. This is definitely my experience in Queensland; as I had to put an ad up for a removalist to help me, if I did not mention money, or only offered what I could afford, I do not get any response, but if I put an attractive price, I get at least 10 people contacting me. All the farmers I know are rich. Filthy. That pilot needs a bullet to the ear, in my opinion. 20. Hickleberry IRRISPONSIBLE farmers Not only are there mass water leakages on farms, all across Australia, but I can’t believe how many hickleberry farmers I have personally known, in Gunnedah and QLD, that burn rubbish on their properties, including volatile toxic plastics – polluting the air badly and creating a god-awful stench in the process. Do they have any brains at all? It is them who are destroying this planet. Someone needs to come along and kick those farmers arses into gear. I've lived on quite a few farms now and you can't believe how much rubbish some farmers leave lying around the place too - they are dirty little lazy buggers who do not clean up after themselves. I have literally personally cleaned up multiple trailer loads full of rubbish from farms. Don't get me started on the other trash, in the form of multiple farmer's daughters; who steal from me. Jealous little third born retards. Btw, this story was stolen off this website, and all my other farmer related ones too. I redid it, shame on IT nerds and Telstra that protect farmers. Farmers are not Gods. And by the way, there was implication after I left a photo story on Facebook showing a photo of farmers using plastic to sow strawberries in - in an unsustainable manner; as in the process, going through and wasting billions of rolls of plastic, polluting everything - some even BURN IT ! Anyway, after those comments, I was attacked by a group, a pack of dogs from Facebook when I went to town in Mackay one day a few months back, and somebody implied that those people, those bully dogs who attacked me that day, were farmers; and they were offended at my plastic comments. And geez, what they did on that day was disgusting, and if that's what they do as a result of a few comments about plastic, imagine what those stupid little dogs will think about this photo story! {I have been ban from all local facebook groups except my 3 groups that I created} Am I surrounded by coward morons, yes I am. {They're such bullies as no one ever stands up to them for fear of being majorly targeted, as I was in Mackay}. You know the third world problem of burning rubbish; is NOT a “real” problem that should exist in Gunnedah or QLD this is a wealthy country that has existing infrastructure to deal with rubbish. Farmers in this country are extremely wealthy. Wake up. After I left Gunnedah and moved to QLD, after the 4th house I lived in, I personally wrote a letter to Gunnedah council advising them that in QLD, all areas are serviced by weekly dump trucks, including remote farms – and so that has helped combat the problem of people dumping their rubbish in QLD and burning it. (bar all the stupid hillbillys that live around the Gladstone area), and so Gunnedah council should service all the farming district with bins and weekly picks ups, otherwise, farmers will continue to burn on their farms. In case you did not know, there are heaps of non-thinking twits in the farming community. Mongrels who are lazy and do not want to think about rubbish. 21. Wilderness story and the real problem of kerbing population I remember as a child, my grandmother used to make donations to the Wilderness society. I stumbled across their website one day, quickly read their front page. Sounded good. Signed up for the newsletter. Over the next few weeks, I received a daily email, maybe it was every second or third day… In it, were issues that were kind of annoying. Like, “eating meat is bad, save the forests and go vegetarian”. And, “you’re not allowed to build in certain areas”, and “no air strips on the island”, and “we want more land regulations”. They were proposing some really restrictive ideas. You know, if I wanted to build my dream home, {well, if I could}, then I would want to build in a pristine area, it certainly wouldn’t be in a dirty treeless suburban area! So, I was ticked off by their newsletters, because they were nowhere near proposing a real solution to all those problems which is kerbing population. So of course, I contacted them, and said “if you want to save the planet the only thing that’s going to save it is to curb breeding, why don’t you start a STOP BREEDING campaign?” Of course, they never got back to me. Nobody acknowledges the real issue. And it’s the number one issue in the whole world. Nobody except for me, seems to even acknowledge the problem. I do also love watching nature documentaries on Prime or Netflix. Did you know Madagascar has cleared all but 3% of its forest. Stupid Madagascans. I could have applied diplomacy here, but I feel diplomacy could have only been applied anywhere up to 40% of cleared land, any more clearing after that deserves utter frankness. You know, for every tree you cut down, you have to plant 3 in its place. It’s a common fact. Little behind Madagascans I am going to tell you a secret; immigration in Australia is not due from war, like we were taught in Grade 10, and like we are shown on television. Immigration in Australia is due from over population in other countries, and those “powers that be” wanting to get rid of their undesirables by sending them off to Australia (and America). PLUS, wealthy people in Australia wanting their investment properties and housing prices to go up. So, they want as many people overcrowding Australia as possible, to skyrocket housing prices, and that is exactly what is happening right under the noses of the Australia public, right now! This is one of the biggest injustices that is going on in Australia, and I don’t think hardly anyone can actually see what’s going on, let alone do anything about it. People fully believe what the news television people tell them. Blinded, by liars and deceivers. This is another reason why I have been ban from Social Media, and excluded from certain broadcasters - I can see through their bullshit. (eventually…). And btw, quite frankly, if you’re a woman, you’ve got to be an absolute twit to have more than 2 children, in today’s world, of all that we know today, as opposed to the past. In 2018, 8 million babies were born via IVF treatment. I could not believe those ridiculous figures when I heard about it. Newsflash; if you can’t have kids, then DON’T! Can’t you recognize a real sign. The pressure to breed and have families is absurd, STILL. You know, looking at this from a psychological point of view, a possibility and in my opinion, most likely cause of why a woman can’t have kids naturally; It’s like those women know that they’re not equipped to have children because they still feel like children themselves, so they have to seek permission from doctors in order to have children. All psychological deciding the physiological. True. Also, did you know this industry (IVF treatment), is not regulated at all? It’s run by doctors, mainly women who want to make money and not only make money, they want to be rich, because they are ‘doctors’. And despite my personal thoughts of how this industry is stealing thousands of dollars for treatments, from wannabe mothers, with repeated false ‘negative procedures’, there has been many problems related to this industry in the news, so you know there’s going to be heaps more problems that you don’t know about. If you can’t have a baby, then don’t. Wake up and stop bumbling, along like a flock of sheep. 22. Old Man Problems Old men wondering why I am not like them. They, who had hopeless parents and bastard father’s. So, as I am not like them, they create situations to try and turn me into someone like them, in really passive aggressive ways too - I can assure you, they don’t want to get caught. This particular instance I’m thinking of, was so passive aggressive I can barely even recall it now. It was something to do with my dishwasher. They didn’t like the fact that I had it on at 6 o’clock at night. (As I mentioned before on my Blog, the unit complex, I’m living in now, for some reason was built without any soundproofing whatsoever, and everyone can hear EVERYTHING that everyone does). There are 3 old men in the unit, so, they thought it was too late, and so they decided to take revenge on me (totally just like how a normal healthy person would think to do. *“NOT!”*). I think they might have taken something from my seed table, a plant, or knocked over my tiles, for delusional revenge. Oh, no I think that time, it was waking me up 3 times during the night, yes that was it. I was really pissed off about it, and decided that I should put the dishwasher on at 6 o’clock every night (it only goes for 45minutes) - do you see, that act of rebellion, stemming from bastard behaviour. It’s like what happened to them as a child, so they now want to pass that behavioural dysfunction on. It’s a major major problem in Australia amongst hopeless families who are just let loose to do as they please; fuck up the kids as much as they want. Leaving them ready as an adult to create problems for other innocent people, like me. I am going to add to this today, possibly the girl next door is the reason why I am having old men problems, they are trying to save her, save her from my 6pm dishwasher! So they took revenge, as in like a punishment for doing the dishes at 6pm (only happened once btw), by waking me up 3 times in the middle of the night or stealing something. But when my pink netting was taken, I heard someone walking about outside that night when I was doing my washing, someone who wore thongs, and later I saw my neighbour – she wears thongs, same noise I had heard. I think now, it must have been that girl (she has not given me her real name – as she is a thief), and she took my netting as punishment for doing my washing at 6pm. Could she be any more STUPID? She is friends with the old man down a bit, and they are egging each other on do it – to be mean bullies. so typical of coward people. You do not get to decide, when I do my washing you delusional idiots. And the real reason I have old men problems is because there are so many bimbos, who hang around me trying to steal something, and stalk me - so the old men hang around me to try and save those stupid thieving stalking dogs. 23. Spotlight Thieving Girls on Meterage, again, featuring Cathy Goldman getting the Dogs Since my blog started off as a means to do something about all the stealing, but also as of late has progressed to include a lot of other topics and stories about my life. I thought I should get back to my original reason, and continue my fight against thieving dogs. So, this is a whole new photo story to tell you about what the girls at Spotlight used to do. There was a spotlight at Tamworth. I had to make a special trip over to Tamworth to get cat food every couple of months or so, inevitably I would stop off at the fabric shop - I couldn’t resist. They often had something cheap in there that I could purchase. What I noticed after shopping from them a few times, when I got home and laid out my pattern on the fabric, it didn’t fit, and I would measure it, and I could see the girls at Spotlight had cut my meterage short, by sometimes up to 10cm. 3cm – 10cm short in the meter! And, on EVERY purchase I made. (And this was before it was washed). Maybe if it happened just once it would be a case of dipsy salesgirl, but on EVERY purchase – this means deliberate sabotage. THEFT. I’m pretty sure one time when I went there, a girl from my class at fashion school some years before, was serving, I’m not 100% sure, only 99%. If it was her, this would be another occasion where Cathy Goldman has gone and got ‘dogs’ from my past, and put them in my path, just like this, and, they have stolen from me. Yet another instance, I’ve already talked yesterday about the fruit shop, and the girl Cathy got, who stole my eggs. What the hell is wrong with that stupid bitch? Seriously? she needs to get a life and fuck the hell off out of mine – YOU ARE NOT INVITED you stupid ignorant thief of woman. Her mother must have been a failure. Oh, and no one tells you, but when you’re in college, with your class – get the names of everyone in your class, write it down, we have cameras now, so get photos to go with names. In 30-40years, you might be thankful. Oh, one time in Spotlight, I ventured down into this corner section with the knits, and it was really dusty, so after picking up a roll, I could not help but sneeze, and it was sooo loud, I really could not believe it, not only the whole big store would have heard me, but the entire carpark and block outside too. Scream Sneeze. I kind of looked around to see a reaction from people, - and there was that short blond bimbo staring at me – the one who steals, so maybe it was her telling the spotlight staff to shortcheat me?? Who knows. Fuck off stupid short blond bimbo thief. btw, also when I went to spotlight, something sewing related would be stolen from my house while I was not there, like my glass bead fringing. Same as what they did when I went to Bunnings in Tamworth. And by the way, after I realised what was going on, the next time I went to Spotlight, there were no girls at the checkout - there was a young male serving (I have never seen the likes of a man at any checkout before ever!). So, it’s not like I put in any complaints about the ‘shortcheating me’. I didn’t even have a phone connected when I lived at Gunnedah. Do you see how the dogs operate; they are such pervert’s and such thieves to go along with their personality trait. Btw, just before that guy served me, he reached into his pocket, and did this kind of, ‘cowboy’ manoeuvre, to remove his scissors, alike drawing a gun from his belt with a little scissor twirl rotation!! Like how they did it in old American western movies! J Quite humorous, a nice change from thieving dogs from my past. Fuck of Cathy Goldman And, btw, since then, dealing with spotlight, I seem to often get girls now with ‘attitude’, so bitchy and annoying. Don’t blame me for your stupid stealing antics. But I did buy a rug from them last year, and honestly, it has been one of my all time favourite purchases! - such lovely colour, and functionality; being right near my bed on a wooden floor. Here is also a good spot to mention I’ve had major problems whenever I’ve gone into those other little sewing shops. You know the type, that sell sewing machines and haberdashery and sometimes fabric. They are like a dying breed now, I think. But I had monumental problems with the little bitches who work in these stores - like they refused to serve me, and were rude. It was blatant discrimination of some sort; at the times I had no idea why there were such bitches. I realised today why, and it was not the ‘ugly’ factor that I experience from little bimbos at the Dr’s, who cannot handle communicating and looking at such a person. But it was the ‘Dog network’ – and those girls knew, that I have other dogs who follow me wherever I go, and those dogs see what I see, so if I see any dodgy business practices, they could be closed down. Like another textile company I worked for, who used to put all their over purchased unwanted ugly fabric rolls in the factory spot, where it used to rain and flood, so every time it did, every few years or so, they would claim insurance on all those fabrics that they did not want any way – the business was later closed. You really should not scam insurance companies! So that’s why those little bitches tried to get rid of me whenever I go in such a store. I think, or it could be discrimination of some other sort? A birdy told me it was someone at Greenfields who was stalking me, trying to manipulate sales girls into not serving me?? Not sure what that was about? Or who, don’t know anyone at Greenfields. Dodgy girls. This is yet another example of how stupid women are, and how they have no idea how stupid they are. It reminds me of some of the cunts I have from Centrelink, or they say they are from Centrelink, who knows, if they really are, but they're just dogs who like to hound people who they think are cheating the welfare system, possible wannabe vigilantes. Some of those people are so evil, their whole existence is just complete antagonism, disrespect and to be a mean bully. I'm pretty sure I've had one girl on my back for years now, until she finally realised she was in the wrong. – it takes them years to comprehend things sometimes. And so, she just stopped, I mean all of those years of torment and harassment from her, then stopped - no compensation for her evilness, no apologies. Just “oh whoops” - just like a stupid bimbo. But, you know, that was her “excuse” to be a bully. She was looking for a reason to bully someone, so she just made up in her head “oh she’s a welfare cheat”. This is what I find so many women do in life; they come up with excuses in their stupid little heads of why they should be a bully. Like “oh well she's on her own, so she's asking for it”, or “she smells, so she's asking for it”, or “she's a possible shop lifter, so she's asking for it” – or the most common bimbo one of them all “oh well, we are trying to teach her a lesson”. They seem to come up with all sorts of cockanninnie reasons to be a bully and go power tripping, like, they have no control in their life unless they are being a bully - THE EPITOME OF STUPIDITY. Furthermore, I said above so many women do it, but really, it's pretty much every single woman I encounter, is like a specific female dysfunctional problem, some men do it, but not all. Whereas all women do it. Well it certainly feels like ALL of them, because there’s been so many, and they often work in packs, like dogs. Bimbo related; this was why women did not have the right to vote for so long. And somethings still have not changed. One time, back in 2017 or so, I saw on the news that one person had wanted to “herd” all the bimbo girls, to ‘exert’ their will and control over them (whether this was male or female “herder”, it was not disclosed. I suspect it was female). But they managed to get a whole bunch of women, young girls, into a big hall, it was like a community hall, and then furthermore, they got all the girls to take off all their clothes, and then they were left there, by the “herder” for them to come to their senses! And so, the camera showed all these girls running out of the community hall, screaming, without any clothes on! Lol. You know it amazes me how this issue is not talked about in schools; women need to be told about “sleeping beauty phenomenon”. How they need to be woken up, to be aware, and why people don't like to talk about it and to wake them up: so they can be easily manipulated like those naked little stupid girls. The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) 24. Dorm Snoring Story I have written on my blog, about how I used to be a fussy eater, I was very petite. And well naturally petite, my mother was petite, but then due to a series of events, I increased my appetite, and put on weight, and I guess it was kind of rapid weight gain. Now, a part of being petite, was having slim air and lung passage ways. So, the extra weight around my face, and throat meant, that I started to snore. And it wasn’t like I was at home in my own room, I was at boarding school sharing a dorm with 3 other girls, and I would frequently wake up to a whole collection of shoes around my bed, as the other girls in frustration threw shoes at me, to try and get some sleep! I actually wasn’t aware of this at all and would just wake up wondering why I was surrounded by shoes! It wasn’t till one of the girls got her friends to sneak in one night and listen to me, who woke me up with their giggling, when I could hear the snore, as I woke up. So, I intern told my parents about this situation, my parents took me off to a doctor, and the doctor said that I had to remove my tonsils, then the snoring would stop. So, I did, I went off to the hospital, had that painful operation, and no more snoring. Problem solved. {well actually no more snoring for some time, but when I started to put on more weight in my 40s, the snoring again continued - however as I do not share my bed with anyone, it is not a problem.} - but oh that cup of coffee in the morning is good to soothe my dry throat. And I would just like to add, the girl that mostly threw all the shoes, and went and got her friends to acknowledge the fact that I was snoring, was a lovely girl by the name of Anne, and I know how annoying and frustrating it is to be woken up during the night. Sidebar; one weekend I was going home (we got two weekend outings per term) and on the previous outing, I had met some friends of mums, the Beggs, who were starting a snail business, is in, escargot for the restaurant trade. I told Mrs Begg, in Armidale at our school garden, there were heaps of big fat snails, I said I would collect some if they wished, and they thought this was brilliant. So, on the night before I was due home, I had a whole ice cream container full of fatty snails, on the bedside table, but, during the night, the snails escaped! And they ventured all over to Anne’s side of the dorm Lol!! (The Beggs later had a successful business and were starred on that good food show on SBS) 25. Daily Glistening Rain Drop Spectacle I have a memory when I was, maybe 13 or 14, it was when my bedroom was outside of the main house, a kind of lean-to addition. It was a great bedroom, there were 3 windows looking into the garden. It was holidays, I was home on holidays, I remember lying awake each morning, over a period of possibly 2 to 3 weeks, and every morning I awoke to see raindrops sparkling in the morning sun on the huge melaleuca outside. It was slightly freak weather; we had a little bit of rain every night, and I would get a kick out of seeing this glistening spectacle every morning. Every morning I would race to pull up the curtain to see if there had been rain again!! Actually, I used to ‘yearn’ for electric curtains, so I wouldn’t have to raise myself up, to pull the curtain. ClickClick, I wanted! Here I am 20 years later, and some genius has sold me an automated blind, all I had to do was plug it in, and hang it. Every morning now, I just have to press the button, Click! and suddenly I can see my beautiful fern collection on my back Veranda , with the morning sun coming through!! - you know it’s little things like this which make all the difference in life. Guess how much rain we had yesterday, 92mm! finally!! after four years of living in Queensland, and before that in Gunnedah with no rain since 2015 - finally, I get to experience normal rain and extreme humidity, with my dry towel on the Veranda now wet, just from the air. Hallelujah! 26. You do not need to be partnered, to find joy, happiness and satisfaction in life 27. Reference from Robert Cull 2-2-05 "Bulga Station" Gunnedah, NSW,2380 Australia 02 67432225 Dear Sir, Miss Emily Bieman has been an excellent tenant for just over 4 years now. She was more than a suitable tenant, caring for the house and the gardens. And always paying the rent on time. Don't, hesitate to call me if you would like to speak further. Robert Cull 28. Small Responsibilities I have just noticed another little story that has been removed, stolen or deleted from my Blog and PC. It’s one where I talk about how responsible my dad was! So, I’m going to put it here again with more details. (Ha!) And by the way, I was kind of prompted to write this because, I came across a woman who, well, there was just some areas in her life that she completely neglected, and wasn’t responsible for at all, like keeping her end of a fire trail boundary line clear of obstacles….plus heaps other things. I put it down to the fact that her father must not have set an example or shown her, how to be responsible about certain things. I don’t believe she had an irresponsible father, but perhaps he was busy and wasn’t around often enough to show by example or teach her these things. So, I guess what I mean by that, if you’re going to be a father - you have to be a father, you can’t just check in every once in a while, you need to put time and effort into it, and “hang out” with the kids. And just know your kids are watching EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE. It’s just as important a job as your career is. If you think your career is more important, you ought not have had kids. You FAILED life. So, some of the things that dad did, to show us {subconsciously} how to be responsible were; Driving slowly and carefully – he never speed’d, not even a little bit when the lights changed (I have had to rewrite that 3 times now!). He really didn’t. Being respectful, polite and friendly to strangers, council workers, everyone he encounted infact. Ensuring any outdoor activity with the kids, like collecting firewood in the trailer, or camping, or Barbequing; that all safety rules were followed, and there was no mess left. Making sure none of the kids left their bikes outside at night, or any other toys and games for that matter. {This also ensures “care”, how to be careful, and not careless.} At Holwood farm while we were renting, waiting for our family house in Tamworth to sell, the house that we were living on initially, was the small farmhouse. After six months or so, the tenants up the paddock in the bigger homestead moved out, and our landlord asked us if we wanted to move into that house, and we definitely agreed being six of us, and that farmhouse was big. It had an old tennis court too, that was neglected, and so dad would mow the grass, and he and my brother would practice soccer on the weekends, I remember seeing them! Daniel went on to play soccer at school. I should mention discipline here. On my “Good parents” story, I say to use money to discipline; that is, give your kids pocket money/ allowance, so they can buy whatever they want every now and then. Then use withholding money to discipline, as it's more effective than spanking or grounding or anything else in fact. So dad didn't really have to discipline us (because we were good kids), but I mean, getting us to pick up our bikes for instance, he would just keep asking us until we did it without him having to ask, so he would just keep kind of raising his tone up every time they were left out, to make sure we understood that he was serious, and well, to remind us, as that was something a child forgets. Eventually we all understood, all we have to put our bikes and stuff away, and so did without being told. So just a matter of persistent verbal communication. Dad would and certainly never did any physical abuse (physical punishment); any man who would strike a child or a partner should not have a family, they're not deserved, and they have mental problems. They ought to have put the time and work in before the child was old enough to be naughty. I believe parents who don't get the discipline part right, they raise kids who develop all sorts of kinky sexual problems, hence why there is a market need for dominatrix prostitutes. A whole sex industry evolved due to bad parenting. (Actually I wrote about this at Gin Gin, and the story is missing, stolen, must be hitting the nail on the head). Kids not raised right also developed stealing problems, like the reason I have people stealing from me is because they have had hopeless bimbo parents – the damage lasts their whole life. I have had so much theft from my house (and harassment), I can’t begin to tell you how satisfying it would be to catch a stupid dog red-handed, and blow her/his fucking head off right then and there; it would be beyond cathartic. and would end a 30 year period of petty theft and harassment. SO, I want to make a distinction here between “punishing” someone for doing these things, and what I said “putting a bullet through their head” there's a difference. It's all or nothing with me. I'm not going to fulfil your sickness, just because you've been raised badly; I'm not going to give you what you want. It's weird how they still persist – waiting to be punished. I guess that thief will have to blame my parents for getting it right. I also believe there are girls out there who heard my quite severe stance on such people, and have implied “well, you can't do that, because you don't want to go to prison for murder”, so, then they send me certain types, and “take your frustrations out on him”! So, girls, NO, stop doing that, try doing something about the stealing instead. Besides, just ranting on a blog how you want to blow some strangers head off, is COMPLELELTY different, than doing it. Bravado and innuendo are essential in life in showing someone how you feel. CLEAR COMMUNICATION. { I note if I say “I want to kill that stupid bimbo girl for stealing from me”, I get a completely different reaction from certain dog types, than if I say “I want to kill that arsehole boy for stealing from me” – like there is discrimination amongst the “stupids”, as in ‘you can’t say that about a girl – girls are sweet and innocent’. Stupid assumption! So, possibly gay women in the police, dog type personalities who would say such remarks? Or non thinking media people? People who take things literally, and can't see the context, the big picture, the tone of my blog… computer nerds who are ‘on the spectrum’??? So, this is now a thing, since I kicked up such a stink about being BAN, so much so, in fact, they do fake new stories: that shooting at Bondi, total fake story, and it's all about “we could've prevented it by seeing someone's blog, and if there was an implication that they were going to shoot their head off, then we could have imprisoned them before they do, and then the shooting wouldn't happen - and we would have saved all the girls and children….” So that whole news story was bullshit, with actors. They're trying to save themselves because they can't read the situation. Anyway, my blog is really not about exposing stupid media people and stupid anti privacy police, with fake news stories (there’s been HEAPS). My blog is about stopping the people who steal from me and harass me. I don't want to carry the whole weight of the whole world on my shoulders thanks very much, (even though I can see my blog has made a huge impact on the way of the world, for the better). Truth telling works. {I won’t way in on the debate about parents abusing their kids with “puberty blockers” – that is: raising them in a manner where they learn never to grow up, as its easier for the parent to have ‘control’, if their child remains a child.} Stupid parents. Also I've had girls come up with some weird ideas about my father, so they blame him for the fact that I'm single and not married - which is not true -if you read my whole blog, you may understand this for yourself. But aside, he was not a “punisher” type person. Remember, I was raised by healthy parents. Weird how so many parents are not healthy, and fail the whole ‘child raising’ thing. SO MANY. Dad would always keep the garden tidy, including the verge outside. When we moved from the farm holwood, into town he would also clean up the litter outside our house; we had a little laneway, called Little Barber Street. This little laneway was surrounded by our high hedge on one side, and the neighbours very tall vine covered fence on the other side, and so when certain people turned down this laneway (like other kids), well, it kind of feels private for them, and secret. So those people take this as a sign to litter, because they don’t think anybody is watching. Dad would spend hours out there every year, for 40 or so years, picking up little pieces of rubbish; bottle caps, chip packets, cigarette buts, infact the whole of the service station down the road, confectionery department, would’ve been scattered outside our house at one point or another. Although, I tell you, if I was the homeowner, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to pick up all that rubbish constantly from outside my house. What I would do, is make a big huge sign, so that they couldn’t miss it when they turned into the lane, it would have a huge big beautiful eye on it (sexy) maybe with the words “I’m watching you right now” or something like that. I am pretty sure that would work, subconsciously. Here is a good spot to mention the rubbish in my new town; littering! Certainly, in Gunnedah, there was no major litter on the streets, I mean small amounts scattered here and there, but here in Sarina, there is bucket loads of rubbish, the canal near the mall is full of rubbish – it’s disgusting. People leave the shopping mall, and must toss packaging out the window. IDIOTS. I've noted there are a lot of islanders in Sarina, so I put it down to Happy-Go-Lucky Carefree Islanders with no discipline, and who have overbred on their beautiful island, so now come over to Queensland looking for work - many in this particular town – they just litter away, in nonthinking absurdness. Plus, they also do not know how to drive properly. Bad drivers in Sarina, in fact of all the places I've ever driven around; Sydney, Gunnedah, Bundaberg, Gin Gin, Tamworth, Central coast, all over the place, I have never encountered such bad drivers like they are in Sarina; no signals, wrong signals, red light ignore–ance, not looking, driving out in front of other vehicles, breaking suddenly - oh man, so many problems. I can't believe how bad the drivers are in Sarina. Not sure if they are all Happy-Go-Lucky Carefree Islanders? But there does appear to be an overload of kids on the street, Islanders. Over breeding a problem. I think one of them in a hoodie tried to sell me drugs at the intersection just after leaving woollies one evening. I ignored the parent’s dog body. His parents have failed. Having said that above about the ‘littering Islanders with no discipline’, I have since been up at 6 o'clock in the morning several times, and several times now have witnessed the local garbage trucks on garbage morning, they drive from bin to bin, and if there is some distance in between, then they get a little speed up, and the wind picks up the lightweight rubbish from inside the truck, and blows it out onto the roadside. When I witnessed this, it wasn't just like one or two pieces of rubbish, it was more like one or two pieces of rubbish every second! So, this would definitely account for the extreme amounts of rubbish on the side of the road here. (Poor Islanders with no discipline; sorry bout that!) I have put in a complaint to Council about this (after I did, an item of mine was stolen from my car, it could be related; Council garbage men don't like receiving complaints)? And nothing was done about the littering trucks, they still litter all along the side edge of the road. Then the council mower men mow the litter into many 1000’s of small pieces. Stupid. That’s the mentality of council men. Here is a good spot to mention; only a non thinking selfish twit would purchase balloons! With all the information we know about plastics, and the problems balloons can cause with wildlife, you would have to be stupid to purchase balloons. Many are made from polychloroprene, metallized plastic or a nylon fabric. I have since learnt some balloons are made from rubber or latex, which do eventually biodegrade, like many years, but so still don’t purchase. If you must buy balloons, make sure they’re latex. Marketing dogs: stop marketing them. Stop making them. Stop tricking people into purchasing them. And, I should mention the rubbish pile at Freshwater Point; in a little nook off the road, in the mangroves, maybe a fishing spot, I saw a metre high pile of ash and pollution. It absolutely stank of toxic chemicals. It was so disgusting. I can’t believe how moronic people are, putting in plastics, and God knows what else, into a bonfire. It most likely is a teenager hang out spot. There seems to be a need for education in the rubbish and recycling area, and pretty much in all nature related areas, in schools. 29. Dim women don't know that you have to do right by people It astounds me how people (women in particular) don’t know that you have to do the right thing by people, all the time. You have to be on guard to do the right thing. If you don’t, the guilt will drive you nuts! I have people who have done wrong by me 20 years ago, and are still following me around trying to fix it -there’re such idiots. (Seems, so often those perpetrators are always the ‘dim’ ones). So, I thought it worth mentioning here; try doing the right thing by people, don’t screw them over, so YOU can be happy and free. 30. Lisa Sutherland, not Witches of Salem, but Witches of Doctor Receptionists According to Google this girl is Lisa Sutherland from Gunnedah (no cameras back then). Lisa Sutherland is one of the stalking bimbo receptionists who are a part of the mental health industry - witches of Salem group. Their bimbo motive is “We are going to teach you a lesson” They are a group of bimbo women who target women who they don’t like or do not know (perhaps do not like their hair), and tell anyone who asks, in this case, she wrote a doctor’s report, on behalf of the doctor, but decided to deviate from what the doctor and I discussed, to, her own personal opinions with me, formed at reception, stating that I was “agitated with mental health problems”. (Yes, she really did that). Thus some 6 years later, creating a whole heap of problems for me with the stupid Gin Gin police. When really, she was just being a vindictive stupid lying bitch, refusing to give me a doctor’s appointment because she discriminates - exactly the same situation as the Witches of Salem over in America, all of those years ago who had people, other women they didn’t like, burned at the stake. It is exactly the same. The stupid police and the stupid mental health workers fall for it Hook, Line and Sinker, not only that, they encourage stupid little bimbos like that receptionist. Good little doggy. {Also, this receptionists reminds me of the one who refused to give my mother an appointment some 30 years prior, in Gunnedah, when newborn brother Tomas was dying of a rare rib deformation – it’s like they have not changed a bit – fucking STUPID receptionists. You know as a receptionists, all you have to do is make the appointment, that’s it – YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE IF THE PERSON NEEDS AN APPOINTMENT OR NOT – you stupid control freak retarded little girls.} Am I surrounded by morons, yes, I am. Burn in hell yourselves. Actually, someone ought to wright a book then movie, to bring this issue to a forefront – A Modern version of “The Witches of Salem”, with the now, the witches being the female dominated health and mental health industry, wanting to declare women they don’t like or do not know, mentally ill, and wanting to put them in mental health treatments. I can assure it is a huge oppressive problem today. (Read my whole story on my blog, re page Life Stories, down the bottom with the medical stories.) Worse too, what I'm noticing there are people out there who are being kind of brainwashed by these people "oh yes I do have this problem, I am slightly mentally unstable in this area, and yes you're so right I do need that medication for that"! Even really smart people get brainwashed by these manipulators; they target wealthy people who can spend money on expensive drugs – men too. THE REASON THOSE DOGS do this bad behaviour is because no one ever calls them up on it – every single bloody Dr’s receptionists should read this. And, FYI, if there is a range from 1 to 10 to explain peoples level of anger, 1 being low to 10 being EXTREME. If you saw me when I’m angry, I would fall in at number 1, and so on this day in question, I was at no 1 - so most people would have no problems AT ALL in dealing with a number 1 angry person. The reason why she was so ‘shocked’, I suspect {if it wasn’t because she been manipulated by the blonde stalking bimbo from Chatswood - I have mentioned her on my blog too}, but, is because I’m not pretty, and she was looking at my face as I was talking, and it was so far removed from hers and her young friends, that she was literally offended by it, so much so, that she went ahead in her report. STUPID BLONDE BIMBO. Why she was writing a report in the first place – lazy Drs??) created all of these problems for me. So, in fact, OTHER WAY AROUND - she is the one with extreme mental health problems. FUCK OFF. I should add, it was not just 1 receptionists who had issues with me, it was pretty much all of them: just before I moved from Gunnedah, there was one bloody bimbo (this one wasn’t a blonde) I was trying to get an appointment to see the resident podiatrist about my foot, and she implies that because she recognised my name, Bieman, and knew my little brother, Thomas, she said she’ll give me an appointment, no problems. Now, you think I would be grateful upon hearing this - but I am not grateful in the least. I can’t believe this stupid woman had the audacity to only give an appointment to me because she knew my brother, thus knew where I “fit” in society. I was thoroughly disgusted: You have to give appointments to everyone, no matter who they are. I mean maybe they are having a problem with tourists getting free bulk billed dr appointments with friends cards?? Possibly? Maybe there needs to be improved id for Australians. {probably does as I think some girl stole my drs Xray to get pension – she did it in cahoots with Dr receptionists and nurses}. But I think more likely in this case she was being discriminative…. Although there is a problem with tourists stealing in this country. Life Stories P8 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8(this) , LSP9. LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,