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 to Sarina, QLD, 4737, and the thieving continues, and again with landlord / real estate harassment from yet another blonde Page 1 I have mentioned numerous times on my blog that I had little nasty female dogs who follow me around, and one of the things I've noticed they do, which I haven't commented on before, is they want to do everything I do, and copy everything I do, so if I send a reminder note to myself saying; take a photo of the Monstera, then the next day I noticed there's one or two girls standing out the front taking a photo of the Monstera. It's also the same with food, whatever I purchased they purchase. Whatever I cook, they want to cook. Whatever if I have, even something that is unique to me, then they'll try and steal it. This has got to be the most antagonistic facetious behaviour I can possibly ever imagine, and this stems from one reason, and one reason only, and that's from bimbo mothers having multiple kids, who can't look after them all properly. It's textbook, 101, ‘Third born syndrome’. At one point I found a little secret spot to hide my car keys, on the car, the spare one – you know, in case I ‘misplaced’ my keys or whatever, and of course I don't know what I was thinking, as the dogs see what I see. So there was a spate of situations whenever I went anywhere, I'd have my car broken in; dogs would just get my key from the secret spot and help themselves to whatever was in my car that tickled their fancy. So I finally realised that I could not have my secret spot anymore, as it was impossible to have a secret. I had to give it up. And next time I went out, was to this remote place, no one usually goes there, but low and behold, dogs turned up! I told you, everywhere I go, they follow me. She tried to break into my car but she couldn't because I had removed the key {she must not have seen the fact that I moved it for some reason?} She assumed that it was still there. And so she lost, big time, because that was her main reason for going there, to steal from me and HARASS ME VERBALLY from the bushes nearby. So suck shit ya stupid dog, you lost. {For some reason I kept thinking about a girl at school, after seeing that one, maybe she reminded me of Katie Williams from school? I didn’t really know her very well, but I don’t recall her having like a ‘childlike’ personality, like this girl who harasses me does - it’s such a dysfunction. I think this girl would probably have a screw loose, not quite right in the head. I've noticed too, over the years, and I don’t know whether it's the same blonde dog or a whole group of them - I suspect it's a group, because they're so persistent and they come up with new creative ideas on doing this (like a competition); they seem to frequently be doing a ‘sign’ for other people, other pervert dogs. And so I see their signs for other people, nasty signs, like dogs playing sides against me signs. As an example, sometimes they do “she’s rich” signs; I suspect that's why I have so many people stealing from me…. Oh, and the kilo bag of frozen fish, that was stolen out of my freezer (Feb 2024), - Lord knows how they got in to steel that, it was after my lock was fixed. The only way they could get in, is if they had a key. Could've been the landlord. Sometimes dogs do signs, after I discovered this fish stolen, they did one “we are not gonna stop stealing until I move”. Now, they've done this one before, and it's a little strange for me, because they steal from me whereever I go, and wherever I live, so the notion of moving , to stop the stealing is absurd. Do you hear that you stupid little absurd car hoon sign idiot. That car hoon reminds me of this documentary I saw, with this boy in Asia, who had a monkey on his shoulders, he was out in the street walking around thinking he was really cool, because he has this monkey on his head. That car hoon; I think that's how they must feel when they annoy the crap out of me, they think “look I've got my own personal monkey that I can torment, how cool am I!” Idiots. (Leave the monkeys alone). RTA's rule of Unnecessary and Invasive 3mnthly Rental Inspections 1. Blue Fringed Top STOLEN Stolen week 1 after I moved here. WEEK 1 This was a $5 cotton top from target, I put some fringe on it to ‘jazz’ it up. I used it to swim in, at MPB. I notice whenever I go to a different area, like a different town, something gets stolen out of my car, it’s happened 3 times now. I did venture over to Armstrong beach in the first week that I was here, and talked to a couple who lived in the house right next to the beach entrance, I’m guessing it had something to do with them?? {38 Melba St, Armstrong Beach QLD 4737} Someone implied it was stolen because someone was pretending to be me? Not really sure why anyone would pretend to be me. Maybe some stupid girl is now wearing it at MPB pretending to be me? Very odd. What the hell is wrong with people. I also note, last time I went to Armstrong beach, the local yobos come outside to beep their car horn and hoon around me, as I leave. Plus DOGS on PHONES. BOGANS – BUGGER OFF, you are not welcome in my life. A newspaper add I saw: Wanted: Christian vigilante, to seek revenge on thief/thieves. Must take everything of theirs, so they can know how it feels. 2. Glass Jar with Screws Stolen Large glass jar full of 'small to average' size screws, similar to these in the photo, but with green lid, STOLEN - I am thinking son of a bimbo mother stole them. The route of all problems in Australia – BIMBO MOTHERS I only noticed this gone after I had moved to Sarina, I think they were stolen here, but not 100% sure, it may have been taken at Kookaburra Park just before I left in the last stretch of packing, when they stole my cat carpet, rio rod, nat killer, wifi camera, pewter purse necklace…. This is HARASSMENT, actually, there are laws in Australia, to protect people from harassment (read photo story 16 on my About page) It is also is in violation of the landlords promise stated in the lease “landlord is to provide quiet enjoyment for tenants” 3. Last Minute Desperate Theft Raid On My Stuff Before I Moved My cats skinny roll of carpet used on top of a ramp, Full glass jar of smallish screws Mosquito bits 2 Metal whisks Rio rod 4m long one Wifi Camera I had Chime listed too, but actually today as I reupload my Blog, I can’t remember about a Chime? I still have 2 chimes today. 1 was stolen at Colosseum, but I cannot remember another one? kookaburra Park was my old address at 7/4528 Bundaberg Gin Gin Road Gin Gin, QLD. They were stolen by my neighbours who were watching me pack them, and who wanted to steal them, and so did, those neighbours also followed me up here and waited till I discovered that they were stolen, and then they drove past my house and beeped. Plus they had a little boy from across the road yell out, and a little girl from across the other side, yell out - this happens every time they steal something; it is there stupid game, they have no FUEL OR MOTIVATION, IT’S JUST what they do; they are fucking retarded. Stop involving me in your stupid lives. It was stolen while I was relocating – it would have been stolen by my landlord and her neighbour friends there, Catie Rogers, and Sharon Millet and Win Hoerr, and Teagan Goodall. None of these people have been convicted of a theft by the hopeless Gin Gin police, Sharon Morgan. I hope the people responsible for stealing it, get cancer and die. The person who stole it is friends with Catie Rogers my old landlord, and my neighbours at kookaburra Park. They are all thieving little dogs, and they think it’s a game. And whenever they steal something (literally hundreds of items stolen from me over many years), someone buys my seeds; I’ve just received two orders for $50. Is the person who’s buying my seeds, trying to compensate in someway? Is it some thieving dogs husband who’s knows that his wife is a little thief, and so he’s trying to make up for it? Someone told me the majority of women that get married are the stupid ones, because they literally can’t function without a husband. I’m not just talking about money, I’m talking about how to think, and get through the day - they just can’t do it on their own. So if they’re that bloody hopeless, then stealing from someone like me, who is single and an obvious target, is the least of what they would do. It is extraordinary, I have found, if there’s a man hanging around, they won’t come near me; women, you’re such fucking little cowards. The sad thing is, its bimbos getting married and having kids, which perpetuates the whole cycle of bimbos - it’s very disturbing, and I think the government should intervene, “no more bimbos breeding” Anyway, do they think the seeds just magically appeared in my seed supply cupboard? Did they not think about all the years and hours of backbreaking work it took me, to plant, grow, and collect the seed, from all of those plants? You are not making up for it. You and your family are responsible for stealing my property, and you will be held accountable. (obviously you’re not concerned about being held accountable by fierce and scary little me,) But you do have to be concerned, because you will have to answer, just not to me. HA Oh, I suspect my landlord‘s friend Winfried Hoerr, because: when I first moved in, it was him who showed me around the house and Park, turns out he helped my landlord Cate Rogers and the builder David Hooker, build it. So, he was showing me the car port which was scaffolding with chicken wire on it, and he made a comment that I could put up my shade cloth over the carport, but I had not mentioned to him that I had shade cloth, so how did he know that I had shade cloth? And also later on, Cate Rogers threw a little hissy fit about my pool, and said that I was meant to put in my pool. So, I’m thinking these two people (in their 50’s) are good friends from school, and knew my situation and all the stuff that I owned from my previous farm house at Rangari, and my inheritance, and that’s why they wanted me to live there, so that I would use all my farm equipment that I had from a previous house on their house (!) And this further confirms my suspicions that Cate Rogers is not her real name (I mean it might be) but she looks very much like this girl Wainberg, a sister of my friend Rachael, and I had a few problems with this girl, in Sydney, she has certain feminine gifts about her that enables her to use people and manipulate, other women in particular (sleeping beauties), I saw her manipulate her sister, my friend. Unfortunately I can’t remember her name. But I had definite problems with controlling women following me around in North Sydney at the time, they were chastising me (from afar, as always, cowards) about the clothes I was wearing, and just a few other things that were going on at that particular time in my life, I believe they delude themselves that they’re “helping”. Wainberg girl may have had something to do with that? And I have written before in my blog that when I was in Tamworth once at the Art Gallery, and was being victimised in a bad bullying situation, that guy Winfried Hoerr, I’m pretty sure, it was him, that I saw with a group of women who were all involved, (involving hiding all the toilet paper, and getting women in the art gallery to verbally abuse me). Also, I mentioned before in my blog that Winfried Hoerr, I suspect was the guy, who used to hang out in the new NEGS library, to chat up all the girls. He would’ve been in his 20s then. It’s a bit hard to describe their actions, but I suspect, those 2 Cate and Winfried Hoerr are good friends, and work together to do evil together, as a fun hobby for themselves. I had a lot of thefts at kookaburra Park, and I suspect Winfried Hoerr, and Cate was protecting him. I think Winfried Hoerr used to go by the name of “the little boy” (I recall Heath Barwick used to go by that name as well, a self-declared “little boy”; when I went over there initially, he showed me his remote-control toy car. I believe that behaviour in adulthood is due to tight arse parents not buying their kids toys, which most likely would be a direct result of having more than one or two. I believe he has four other siblings: which totally explains it.) And what do you know at my new address, across the road, what problems I am having? a little boy harassing me. Sounds like a little boy, of course it could be a woman, there are a lot of women who sound like little boys, you know, along the lines of Bart Simpson, and over my whole life it is mainly women who have been the biggest bane of my life, not little kids. But does anyone have my neighbours phone number? I want to text them and ask if their son is spastic? He seems to be allowed outside in the afternoons, and in his play time, he spends it mostly screaming (like a girl I might add), occasionally I can hear him screaming out my name “Emily” (ofcourse it might be a different Emily, but as it often coincides with me going outside, I wouldn’t think so) Obviously he some issues, I would say, underlying ‘sleeping beauty’ problems. He or is mum or dad or, I think I can hear an older sibling too? Beep their car horn at me when I am outside or have my door open. Do you think this qualifies as a noise complaint for the police to handle? I do, this is harassment. And do you think one of them sits in their car all afternoon long waiting for a chance to beep their horn, or do they race out? Or do they have an app on their phone they can press and it plays beep sounds?? I believe there is also a child who lives directly across the road, he does it too – they both do it. Since I wrote this, and put it online, a bit later – they have pretty much stopped this behaviour. Anyway, those two, Catie Rogers and Winfried Hoerr, have not been convicted of any thefts. The local police would be completely clueless about those two, and have no idea of their capabilities, and would assume them innocent, and me crazy. Such is the stupidity of the Police. BTW, Cate Rogers implied if I told anyone what she gets up to, she would tell people I am crazy, as she thinks she has ‘credibility’ as she did a counselling course at uni (what a scam btw, that was, I saw her thesis, what a total scam those universities are, handing out accreditations to anyone, honestly, whole other story on my photostory; “I thought my 10mx10m fruitfly netting had been stolen, but then remembered a gumtree person took it for $35”) But for real, she threatened to have me locked up in a mental ward if I exposed her, I still have all the emails from her. This is what I have to say and I’m saying it. BEEP BEEP Oh, you poor little thing, did I lose some friends, am I not popular now? too fucking bad, this is what I have to say and I’m saying it. 4. Small Nutribullet Cup with Handle STOLEN, and new Bungalow built for the sole purpose of neighbour harassment- built by rich evil dogs Cup taken from here at new address at Sarina, after relocating from Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin; I say that because, I acquired this cup for free; when I was living at kookaburra Park; there was a community center in the middle of the park, an area under a roof with mail lockers, a blackboard, and pin board, plus you could leave things that you don’t want but still have use, a lot of people ‘donated’ things they no longer wanted to the community – it was a great idea, items were allways quickly snapped up. One day, someone had left a nutribullet cup, so I had taken it, and had used it for the last 2yrs. But it was taken from my unit at Sarina. I believe whoever left it, took it back; as in, an Indian Giver. And whoever this person is, is a hoon that follows me around in their car, looking for opportunities to steal. I don’t know why the police don’t do anything about the hoons. It’s like so obvious, that they’re the thieves. Also, I noted around the time it was taken, in the vacant lot next door, in front of the neighbours at 108 (apparently no 102), a little bungalow suddenly appeared with a whole lot of banging and tapping {similar to the sounds I would hear from the neighbour at kookaburra Park Gin Gin from the old man who lived in the first lot on the corner, as you came in, with a big garden; he used to fly a pirate flag - so obvious arse. Plus, I’m pretty sure he used to yell out and make dog noises at me. Here are google map screenshots showing before I moved in and after I moved in. So, I suspect whoever built that bungalow is really dodgy, and possibly, multiple people from kookaburra Park come up and stay in it occasionally, and whenever they do, I have items stolen. This neighbour harassment is a pattern now by stupid non thinking evil dogs who have no thoughts of their own – remember I mentioned on my Blog, the little house at Ivans the mechanic in Henry st; dogs used to go there and verbally harass me from it too. That house was later bulldozed. I wasn't there the day it was bulldozed, maybe someone actually saw what was going on and put in a complaint? - finally decided to do something about the harassment? Well, that'll be a first for Gunnedah, someone actually doing something about the dogs. Maybe Ivan just needed more space. I will include it again too. It has taken me quite some time to come to this conclusion; I went round there one day (it is a fair drive, not just go next door), after some peculiar activities involving car horns, coinciding with whenever they could hear me, and when I went round there, sure enough there was someone sitting in a beach chair right next to his car, which was open, and he must’ve just been leaning across every so often and tooting his horn, in nuisance manner. I didn’t recognize whoever it was, but I was 25m back, I thought I didn’t feel like a could go up to close - I actually do not want to go up to close to this imbecile, I do not wish to have any interactions with such a stupid thieving dog, or encourage them, in any way. The police have advised me that in the future they will handle it, I just have to let them know when they’re there and harassing me in the future. I moved shortly after. But every address I go to, same thing. I find it strange how I can see the dogs, but no one else can. You’re all blind as bats. I found at one address, whatever I write about on my blog that day (I try to update my blog every day), the landlord's son in his 20’s, copies what I have written about; so, if I say I've got dogs making loud noises upon exiting the house, (like what happened at kookaburra Park), then all of that day, that's what the son will do. And it was possibly him and his mates that took the boat out when I was at the beach one day, and placed objects in the current so that they would come directly to me, thinking they’re really clever, and with using big clumps of seaweed as a pretend crocodile - in order to give me a fright! I find this is a really common thing for men in their 20s: they like to scare women, and not just practical jokes, but like really scare women, they really want to intimidate them, and oppress them, in this manner - it's a misogynistic thing, sometimes a tactic of narcissists to try to control and manipulate. I believe it’s quite disgusting, and one of the reasons why women should have no problems dealing with the “psychological barrier” of being single. Hey little boy, I'm not like your mother, you can't treat me that way. 5. Eucalyptus woodwardii seed stolen, March 2022, from inside my locked house. These seeds were stolen just after I uploaded my photo story for this particular species. I will put it here again below. They were stolen by somebody in cahoots with my neighbours at 108 Range Road Sarina, they are dogs who follow me around - female dogs. I mean, I tell them to rack off, but they still keep following me around - they’re wrong in the head. I’ve had other seeds stolen, but some of them they have been returned after I posted a picture of them, so maybe these seeds will be returned too? (I sell these seeds for $17.00 a pkt) so, literally 100 of $ worth stolen. Every plant species I sell, has a story, this is woodwardii’s; Every time I sell a seed packet of this particular species, 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’, and 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 the 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, I 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 know), 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 always 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! I’m thinking those bimbo bitches stole them, as they thought I stole the seeds from the owners private property and that’s why they’ve stolen them today - as in, they’re, trying to play, God. I find this is a real problem I have, particularly with girls who are my age or a little older, always trying to play sides, play judge and jury. And they absolutely love finding a guilty verdict, regardless of the truth. They probably flew all the way up here to steal them (here it’s 2000km away from Gunnedah). And I didn’t steal them from their private property (of course). I never do anything wrong or break the law, but see, this is just another example how people are trying to “get me”, and trying to dominate me - stupid stupid stupid little dogs (and again, stop picking on other women, and find a man to dominate – I have not encounted any, that would not want your attentions. Don’t be such cowards, and LEAVE ME ALONE. 6. NBNCO Antics Most of the people in my block of units on Range Road are on disability pension, and are working part time, and so have lots of money, and all of them can afford to pay for a phone line ($50 a month) plus Internet ($50, $60, $70 +extra a month). I however, cannot afford such a luxury, being an honest woman. And nbn have advised me that even though Sarina is fitted with NBN fibre optics, it doesn’t extend all the way up my street, and so I, and everyone else who lives past my place (which is quite a few people -the road is very busy), miss out on cheap NBN fast internet. And the NBN advises if I want fast Internet, I should have to install a satellite dish. Just more of the discrimination that I encounter as an honest single woman…. 7. More Sewing Project Sabotage - Burn in Ribbon I don’t believe I’ve talked about this much on my blog, but whenever I make something, am in the process of making it, or shortly after I have finished the project; suddenly a stain or a hole, appears mysteriously. So here is my project {Ribbon Ring Wind Catcher - $100 on Etsy}, with yes, a hole. I did leave it on the Veranda for a couple of nights outside, it may have happened then. Btw, just in case it was the supplier, from China (Zhou), I have switched Ribbon suppliers. Also, btw, that red ribbon was meant to be satin fabric ribbon, but it was the cheaper gift wrap ribbon with a more paper quality, the only colour in the ‘mixed 20 colours’ that was paper quality. Never ceases to amaze me how retailers like to steal from their customers. And the one that has the hole, is not for sale on Etsy, I take orders for brand new ones. (If you’re lucky, maybe it won’t have a hole) If someone did sabotage this project, like the others, whoever is doing this, is obviously desperate for attention and she/he’s wanting a beating. This would be exactly how their childhood was; them doing something bad and one of the parents beating them up about it, and so they’re craving the same situations now as then (btw, this behaviour is DYSFUNCTIONAL, and not healthy, and is an indication of a badly raised child, by bad hopeless parents – just so you know.) But if someone would like to go and beat this particular sabotager up, they sure are asking for it. At the moment the sabotager is asking the wrong person, because I sure as hell I’m not going to be dishing up anything for them. I suspect they’re actually asking for a beating by a male, only the people who would be reading this, and perving on me constantly, are all female. I know there’s heaps of females who are totally into beating up anyone that crosses their path, so for all those women, here, someone you can beat up - go and target them, instead of me. Go get them. 8. Petunia in small Pot – seed from ‘Large Cherry’, Etsy Poland, STOLEN The stealing has started well and truly at my new address now. For a moment there, the first 3 months, I thought it might have stopped but NO. Taken this week was a little petunia seedling in a plastic small pot. I had seven in little pots like this, and now I only have six, it was taken from the table in the photo just outside my unit. Now, I can no longer pot up seedlings in individual pots, as 1 will be STOLEN. BURN IN HELL BIMBO THIEF. I have grown these petunias from seed, from seeds purchased via Etsy, from Poland. Theses seeds were called Large Cherry, but you never know what you’re going to get from seed, so I hope the person who stole this; I hope, that stolen Petunia grows into an ugly Petunia, it would match the ugly person who stole it. Lately, I’ve been dealing with Telstra, my landlord, a courier, and the local health industry in Sarina. I find it is usually the people I am currently at the time dealing with – who are the thieves. FEMALE PERVERTS. Ever since I started dealing with those entities, I’ve had more problems than usual, particularly with my neighbours up the hill harassing me, who apparently work in the health industry. Idiots. Fuck they are annoying. Oh, and of course the woman who delivered my hardware parcel from Australia Post, was the same dog who stopped and talked in a very strange manner while I was planting trees on they Keepit Dam Road, who later came back and dug them all up, and stole them, with two other accomplices. About 30 trees stolen, 30 Gums and Acacias. SAME DOG. So pretty much the most likely person. Fuck off you stupid dog, and fuck off Australia Post, shove your thieving bitches up your arse. I would put money on her stealing my Petunia. Those hanging petunias in the photo, it was those baskets that she delivered. They have also taken a $90 Wi-Fi camera out of my cabinet, some grey paper scissors, a nutri bullet cup, my external hard drive cable, a metal whisk, a blue fringe top, a jar full of screws, and more that I have written about on my blog. I suspect heaps of seeds form my table outside aswell as plant sabotage, my avocado tree was destroyed, twice. 2 capsicum plants broken, a few other things. Theres an old man down the block of units, who has a screw loose, it may have been him. The woman with teenage daughter a few doors down was up to something this week. Sounds like the stupid blonde bimbo might be trying to empower child by vandalising my stuff, like Steve Carter did with his kids and my mail box. (turns out that blonde woman was stalker from Petersham sandwich shop 25 yrs ago, I wrote about it). I hope the thieves get cancer and die. Btw, nothing was taken before the girl next-door moved in. (when she has her headphones on, she looks like Princess Leia), could be nerd related. As someone also sent me a form submission from my website with the word TOLL, and that was it. I believe who ever sent it – (stupid moron) are doing signs, as in PAY MY made up TOLL FUCK OF YOU STUPID THIEVING BIMBO 9. Laundry Powder Stolen Little Bit at a Time over Many Months I am pretty sure, someone is stealing my laundry powder. Just a little bit at a time, and over many months, possibly years….. Well, I know this is the best laundry powder on the market , and I know there is some blonde bimbo who deeply resents the fact, resents me, beyond all eternity, if I have something that is good; “the best” (just read my story “the big jellybaby scam” on my blog, About page, you will see what I mean, she thinks because I don’t have much money I should be buying the elcheapo laundry powder, when in fact the elcheapo laundry powder kills the native flora, and is unhealthily for the soil. I (unlike blonde bimbo) have morals, and strongly feel one needs to cost cut in other areas, and not on laundry powder, and the environment). So that rich bitch, is just going to have to deal with the fact that she can no longer steal my washing powder, as I’m not going to be storing it outside anymore. Ha. – So note, stealing NOT because in need of washing powder, but stealing as a narcissist. Get out of my life you unwanted NUISANCE. BTW, this situation, is brought about by that stupid story Robin Hood. This is what nonthinking twits (television raised twits) take out of that story, and think that they’re being righteous by stealing. Anyone who tells the story of Robin Hood, should be shot, they are spreading evil and thievery. I saw this show once where a girl was talking to her architecture about the design of her house, she was a self builder, after her husband had died and left her cash. She said on camera, when they were discussing which product to use, that she didn’t really care about the environment, and shall choose the cheaper option. To hell with the environment, look after me first; these were her words, she was very candid about it. (I would like to point out she was a natural blonde). And I would like to put it out there; in history if you look at monumental disasters, there have been hundreds of thousands of people who have perished, and there were a few lucky survivors. It is the ones that have values of a caring nature for the planet, who are the lucky survivors. I encourage all other ‘wilful’ people to have similar thoughts and speak similar words. I wrote this back in 2023. Now in 2026, I can see major changes occurring, to “care” for nature - HOORAY. That girl from that show, is going to be one of the thousands that perish, along with many many thousands more. Wisen up women. So often at every address I have lived at since Rangari; every time I do a load of washing, my neighbours harass me. Update; since I posted this at Sarina, the harassment from the “washing nazis”, ceased. (They later popped up briefly at next address). And also, now, I have proof of theft! I am still on the same box of laundry powder – it has not run out yet, and it has been MONTHS – that thief would have stolen sooo much, like 1000’s of $$$$. I used to practically buy a new box every month at EVERY SHOP – and for years this has been going on, well, since Gin Gin. So keeping it indoors has paid off - Can you believe some bimbo has the audacity just to come into my carport area and steal washing powder like that. I mean it’s unbelievable trespass too. Doesn’t she have any uncomfortable feelings when she’s in an area where she’s not meant to be? Does she not have any morals at all? I think you all should start praying for this girl, she needs serious help. {I know even when I go to peoples homes who don’t know I am there, as I am walking through their frontyard up to their front door, I always feel slightly uncomfortable, like I am trespassing on someone else’s turf. I am always relived when they open the front door and can see me.} That thief who stole my washing powder must be so arrogant. Also since I wrote this, I think they have changed the cheap washing powder I think, as I had to switch to use it in 2025, and none of my plants died as a result, I think. 10. Came home today to discover this – Smashed Rear Blinker Plus, it looks like the whole light panel has been pushed back. Now considering I have not reversed into anything of late, I am left wondering how this has happened. As my neighbours have all been acting strangely as of late; I suspect them – a retarded juvenile way of sorting their own emotions. Typical backwards bogan Australian. Btw you will be on the police radar now, they don’t care about the nutribullet cup that was stolen, or things like my stolen Mesquite bits, the carpet strip or the Rio rod – but dare vandalize a car – well, you’ve copped it now. Btw, this ‘smashing’ happened before the baseball batting scene in Greenleaf - the TV show. I’ve mentioned before on my BLOG, the dogs do past re-creations of my life (read photo story “re-creations” on p3). So, this time; back when I was 16 or 17, I went to a movie with my aunt and my cousin, in Avoca on the Central Coast. We watched a movie with a violent scene in it. And when we came out, my aunt’s car had her tail light smashed. She believed it was a direct correlation between the violent movie and some idiot. {At the time, I did not think this was possible, because we came directly out after the movie ended, and the light was already smashed, - so does she think someone saw the violent movie scene, got up out of their chair in the cinema, went outside, and smashed the first car they saw? I don’t think so? Maybe it was dog related, perving on my images?} But so, now, that is what the dogs have recreated - that same scene. Only they did smash my taillight before I saw the scene in Greenleaf. So, fuck off you stupid evil dogs. Get off my back, and go find someone your same size to pick on. Get your own life you stupid dogs. Stop obsessing about mine and what happened to me in my past. You yourself need serious psychological help; get your own life. I just found some photos of my car port, showing the light broken / not broken, telling me this was done between 7th September and 4th October 2022. In that time, the only 2 places I went was on 20 September - I was parked at the Sarina shopping mall car park to see the Dr – at that time, there was some tallish man (I did not get a good look, but he had brown hair) in the carpark staring at me, while I was waiting outside the Dr’s office, and I think he phoned the Dr when I was inside talking to the Dr – I thought it was receptionists related? After that I went to the Sarina Imaging place, and parked in their squishy car park. So, it was at one of those places it happened, I will not be parking at either placed again. {there was never any glass under my car at my carpark here} Hopeless drivers in Sarina or that arshole who was staring at me. Actually, he reminded me of my little sister’s friend’s brother. Clarkson? Maybe he is another socially retarded person from Gunnedah who has been following me? The light was definatly smashed, NOT bumped into. Maybe it was the husband from next door up the hill, his wife was following me last time I went to the imaging place – they are dogs who harass me for no reason, they should be in jail. When I saw the smashed light for the first time, they started beeping their car. Could have been the old man who lives just down a bit, he has screw loose; like we don’t know each other never spoke aside from a neighbourly nod as he goes past, yet he seems to have this DEEP HATRED for me; as I have mentioned before, the ladder, the tile mosaic and now the tail light, he appears to have vandalized them all. Mother issues? Rack off, take your dysfunctional personality and shove it up your arse. 11. This is what Loopydogcrazed Women do - steal Pale Pink Underwear So, someone stole my online order during delivery. And since there has been so many problems in the past from ebay orders, via Australia Post, all my mail now is closely monitored. So, to save the little female bimbo thief, PayPal, Commonwealth Bank and eBay have hacked my pc, and have stolen the receipts aswell as refunded the transaction without paper trail, like it never happened. This is the length width and breadth that stupid dogs do in the work place to save other stupid little female bimbos who steal. This is not the first time this has happened. It has happened at least 4 other times over the last 15 years. The item in question was a pink front closure bra with a western woman fit (rare correct size, to find on china ebay) I strongly suspect my previous landlord Cate Rogers (who looks like Wainberg girl, who has possibly been stalking and harassing me for about 20 years now, in the name of “helping”), may be responsible? Related; Since 3mnths prior to leaving, I asked my landlord if she would like me to leave the toilet make shift wall (consisting of a purple blanket) leave it there for her, as there really needs to be something there to stop the smell, - she had not finished building the bathroom. (A whole other story) but she got back to me in a most revolting and bitchy manner and said no, I was to remove it, and she also went into too a long spiel about how I had better clean the bathroom when I left. As if I would not! – fucking stupid drunk IDIOT. (Little tip, stupid people, should really not drink, but being drunk is never an excuse for bad behaviour. Someone else suggested to me that Cate thought I was gay, – see my beautiful rainbow ribbon wind catcher! So strange if you use bright colours how people think you’re gay!! Again, more stupidity. I love bright colours, yet still not gay, try and get this through your thick heads. Anyway, so she thinks I was gay, so she discriminated against me, like being gay is an excuse for her to be disrespectful, she felt, if I was gay then this would make her feel superior to me. She’s totally loopydogcrazed in the head, along with pretty much a lot of other people. I know some people discriminate against gays because they believe gay people to be brain washed (tricked) into being gay, so they must be stupid (or naive), like, no such thing as gay. One of my favourite American sitcoms was Will and Grace, as I was watching reruns 10yrs later I realised why there’s so much discrimination against single people; the characters were downright discriminatory towards each other, if there was no boyfriend on the scene, they blatantly called them losers. In my experience, people copy what they see on TV, so this show, (as much as I loved it) was completely irresponsible, due to all the stupid bimbos out there who see it and copy them. I’m pretty sure that’s why there’s a whole a whole lot of hopeless mothers, because they want to be and so copy the drugged up rich drunk housewife Karen Walker! NOT FUNNY Same with how the police think that I am unemployed, so that would be a reason to be disrespectful towards me, and act superior towards me, and to automatically side with anyone and everybody else, such stupidity in society, I can’t believe it. It’s along the same lines, as when a woman encounters another woman, and if one woman came across as “Barbie bimbo happy smiley”, then the second one would feel comfortable and agreeable, because she would secretly feel superior, to the ‘simple’ bimbo, as there is a connotation of associating happy with stupid. But eventually she will just get pissed off, and start making fun of the bimbo. There were other things taken, and I strongly suspect my previous landlord Cate Rogers also took the organic knat killer ($40 Mosquito Bits for the compost loo), the carpet strip that I used on a ramp for my cat, and they took a large glass jar of small screws, plus a long 4m Rio rod. {I also forgot to get a heavy-duty extra-large hanging basket ($90) off the back veranda when I moved, and I know I forgot that due to those thieving dogs doing distractions, that hanger was the only thing I forgot, everything else was stolen.} My previous landlords name is Cate Rogers, I have no idea who is living in that house now, the address is Lot 7, 4528 Bundaberg Gin Gin Road, Gin Gin, QLD, 4671 (no 7 in Village Lane, as house is not listed on Google Maps) I like to set the dogs and all the thieves, so go get; you really shouldn’t steal from me. Some things of mine that have been stolen in the past, have been family heirlooms, and for someone else to take something that has been in our family, and obviously belongs to our family for generations, - you’ve got to be stupid, STUPID; you’re going to have the whole Bieman family and the Bieman family ancestors, on your back in the future, you little imbeciles. 12. 1st Sarina Phone Dog I have seen, Again Nuisance Beepers, and Zomby Girl Another dog standing infront of my car, more or less, on a phone. I thought I got rid of nuisance phone dogs, but they’re back. This one was there because I could not get any lycra bike shorts that would fit me, so I had to get men’s sizes from Kmart. Btw, they did not have my totally correct size either, but the one below was stretchy enough to just fit, although the legs are a little bit too slim. I find in general all retailers sizes too small, they only have small sizes, like from 8 – 16, I find quite absurd since so most people in Australia are kind of a big, 16, 18 - 22. (The front bit on men’s sized bikies, allows for my big belly!!). And, I am not even sure if the “fit” problem is related to ‘Dogs on Phone Phenomenon’ at all? I can only speculate – I CAN’T HEAR YOU, YOU BLOODY STUPID DOGS. And so anyway, after dog on phone at Kmart, I went to Armstrong beach (where, btw, you cannot swim!!) but, of course there was some idiots who come out to their car and beeped as I as leaving – when are they going to stop doing this?? I am so sick and tired of the phenomenon of car beeping as I drive past by total strangers. Get a life you little shits, and stop being so manipulated and brainwashed by stupid bitches. Btw, good spot for this phone zombie story: when I was looking for somewhere to live back in 2019 (I was living at Colosseum then, before Gin Gin), I saw a place in Sarina, somewhere near Bolingbroke or somewhere, a farm, and it looked ok. So, I called up the Sarina Real Estate (there’s 2 in Sarina, can’t remember which one, I bet it was Ray White), so, called them to find out more about it, and OMG, you should have heard this conversation, it was literally like I was talking to a zomby, this girl, could not communicate AT ALL. Very very weird, she basically refused to speak to me over the phone, she could not answer ANY of my questions, and ended up saying something along the lines of: “it’s available”, then “oh its maybe available”. Maybe she was only used to “pop in” people, and could not handle phone inquiries?? I was wanting somewhere “sight unseen”. It was just totally bizarre, literally like a 4 year old girl on the phone. I mean, maybe Telstra put me through to some stupid dog, as I feel they often do; maybe they put me through to the dogs because they wanted to control where I live? This sounds plausible to me. They thought my destiny lay down with Rachel Wainbergs, older sister, the stalker, who now resides by the name of Cate Rogers at Kookaburra Park, who so had a rental available, and is where I ended up, until I discovered exactly who she was – the stalking thief little girl?? You know, there isn’t even a word in the English language to describe her dysfunction: unaware of her own behaviour, concerned only with her own personal profit and pleasure, has an exaggerated sense of her own importance and abilities, self-entitled, sneaky, bossy controlling to the point of narcissism. Temper tantrums!! A big tell: showing your dysfunction, showing your weakness. 13. The Thieving Continues at my New Address – SD Card Reader Stolen There’s a guy in one of those four centre units, who is tall, and has short blonde hair, looks like he might be in his 30’s or 40’s? I’ve only seen him once, possibly twice?? I saw him when I was outside watering in, my newly planted lemon tree (Dec 2022),- and my door was open for that 5minutes. I saw him disappearing back into his units, after I had finished planting it, he was wearing a red t shirt. He was looking sneaky, and as he had not been anywhere, like, he did not empty any trash, did not collect mail, was not talking to any neighbour, so I can only imagine he was trying to steal from my unit, while the door was open – he saw an opportunity when I was planting my lemon tree, about 20m away from my unit, and just like a stupid blonde, non-thinkingly, took it. My SD card reader has disappeared. So, I did not see him near my unit, only disappearing back into his unit. But I do know my SD Card reader was stolen that day, and that it is my neighbours in the past who steal from me, aswell as my landlord and car hoons. Plus, there has been someone, a male voice, in one of those units, who has been verbally makes sounds, sometimes when I walk outside in the mornings, I think its him. Dogs who can hear me, steal from me - -it’s always been this way. I am the temptress – and they all fail, can’t help themselves to steal just because they can. Pathetic. Mothers are not raising men, they are raising little children to always remain little children. It is the mothers fault – I, 100% blame his mother, and not him, he is too stupid to do anything about it, and this, also is his mothers fault, not to mention school teachers. Rarely is it the father, as the father is usually ‘hands off’. Later after I posted this that person, threw a tantrum. He threw a tantrum because he was seen, GUILTY, he feels now he lost (so when he stole my card, at that time, he did not feel he lost – but THAT is when he really lost (der fred, not in touch with reality). And I mean this is how retarded and stunted they are. Acting like a child because he was caught, and he wasn’t even reprimanded. He was just seen, and this person, he’s walking around his life, and he has no idea who he is. He has no idea how retarded and stunted he is. Clueless. And there are countless men like this, Peter long for instance, a man in his 50s, a lawyer, he has no idea who he really is. rancid in the head. Also after I wrote this, that boy STARTED WALKING UP AND DOWN MY UNIT, until he finally came up to me – 2 days it took him, asked if I needed help, I said no, then he left. I later realized that person looked like Tom Skipper – read my “Nettles & Aloes in Wool Fat container, my special mix, plus my recipe stolen off PC” I tried to catch him on camera so I have a photo, but one time he had red hair, and the other timer he was bald, so I think they were doing some sort of weird rotation, in the hopes to CONFUSE IDENTITY. I also know there are people trying to sabotage me, as in, they know I will BLATENTLY accuse them of stealing, if I suspect them, but without proof ‘my claims’ can be held against me. But, on the other hand, I know there are people who want to make it look like they are stealing from me, but are not (those ones are trying to save the bimbos who do steal from me) – see, it’s a little complicated. So, putting all that aside, I still think it was him. So, go get him dogs, do an illegal search on his unit, he probably has it. Also look for my swimmers, my Nutri bullet cup, and a glass jar of nails. - Go get him dogs. Do it! You’ve got an actual target now. {The number of police I have spoken to who are unable to do anything as they have had no named suspect, will only be too grateful to have a known person of interest now.} And in case you can’t tell from this blurb; rack off, you are not welcome in my life you are too dysfunctional. And, btw, powers that be, I am not very impressed with the fact that I have relegated the unpaid task as ‘councillor’ to these types of flawed, broken and debilitated people. 14. Tagetes essential oil stolen Some time between May and Dec 2022 Although I did just watch a show about Essential Oils on Netflix, and often things go missing when such happenings occur. The series was called Unwell, and it had some dodgy episodes with dodgy women, wanting to make money at no moral expense. I suspect them – sneaky dogs, who use their nuisance ability to steal. They have NO MORALS, and are unaware of the consequences. Value $35 incl postage Now, you stupid thief, you are in dept to me ha ha ha ha And btw, this oil is extremely potent, it borders on the toxic side if not used properly – so I know a thief would not have the brains to use this properly, so I hope you get sick.The boy from above story may have taken it, as his cat died unexpectedly. 15. Record of Fake Fire Alarms with the photo of Fire Alarm Disablement Yellow Sticker I only decided to keep a record of every time they went off today, after they said they fixed the faulty fire alarms - that went off at least twice a week for the first 6mnths I was here. (At first, I thought they were going off with Mould Clouds, but now I personally believe, as they are all connected to WIFI, that the IT people were hacking them and setting them off deliberately – a form of torture, I can assure you people do this, they like to play God or Devil, it is a fun game for bully people with low IQs, especially call-center people.) I still believe this, even though they only go off every now and then, after the guy from the alarm company came and checked them, but since, as it has always been a Sunday night when they go off – NOT A COINCIDENCE. This is UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR. Anyway, I have dismantled mine, it is unclear why the other people in this unit complex have not done the same. They seem to be oblivious to actually what is going on, or are living in fear that they will get in trouble somehow if they dismantle them. I did leave a note in their letter boxes showing them how to dismantle them, as it appears mine is the only one with the yellow sticker that gives instructions to disable. But still no. So, when theirs goes off, I and everyone else in the neighbourhood can hear them, as the walls here are not sound proof, and are cost-cutted. Record: 11/12th Dec 2022 2:36am I can’t be bothered to do a whole list – but it was a lot. The alarm company came out again 6mnths later and installed a switch on the wall, so if they do go off, we can push the button, as opposed to finding the broom, and poking the ceiling fire alarm. So far, mine has not gone off randomly, granted it is the dry season now, and there does not appear to be a mould problem like last year. But the neighbour’s ones have. I still believe they are set off deliberatley by IT nerds; they like to do messages – “they are stealing sound the alarm”. Another invasion of privacy that a renter is forced to put up with. 16. Computer Nerds Stealing from Neighbours who Advertise Products to Sell on Social Media or Websites Yesterday, whilst it was raining, on Christmas Day, I planted out 2 seedlings, and a few short hours later, one of them has gone. Stolen. (At Sarina units, 2023). I know perfectly well that one of my neighbours has stolen it, because they then purchased some seeds from my website, - whenever they steal something, they are now purchasing my seeds for $3.25 Maybe they are thinking that this somehow makes up for the theft? It sure as hell doesn’t! There is a different name and address on each seed sale, I think some stupid girl is making up names and finding addresses on Google Maps to send them to? I haven’t heard any feedback from any of my customers and I’ve had 1000’s now? So, who knows, but it is certainly no longer coincidental that after every theft I have a seed sale. By the way, I have a tiny unit with a tiny little area near the carport where I have some timber troughs that I grow plants in. The thieves just can’t help themselves - if something is outside and not strapped down, they’ll take it. Before, when I had a huge garden at Rangari on the farm, with thousands of plants - imagine how many things they’ve taken from that garden. Sidebar: One time, back at Rangari, early summer, maybe 2014(?), I had an excess of heirloom tomato plants in pots, ('Brandywine'), there was no facebook marketplace back then to sell them, and my landlord had come round, I asked him if he wanted them, he said yes, and took all. Now, some weeks later, as I was selling my 'Brandywine' seeds on eBay, I noticed suddenly there were heaps of 'Brandywine' seeds now for sale on ebay - competition. This is most unusual, as I had specifically sourced these 'Brandywine' seeds, they were a rare heirloom variety, I had a read through the whole book of tomato varieties from Eden seeds, a, back then catalogue seed company. I decided that if I only got 2 of the many different types of tomatoes, they would cover my tomato needs. One was the less juicy egg shaped 'Roma' for sauce and sun drying, while the other was the super large beefy tomato, 'Brandywine' for fresh slices. Now I'm not sure whether David went home grew his tomatoes and collected the seed so he could sell them on eBay?? I mean he was a farmer, but he bred Angus cows – quite different from ‘Agriculture’. Or did he give them away to someone who did just that? He did have 2 girls in their 20s. Maybe he gave them to his daughters who did just that, copycats. Anyway, I did not appreciate it. So, back at Sarina; that tomato plant seedling WAS NOT A SPARE PLANT. If you want a tomato plant, then you best ask me, I will either say yes or no, an answer you will be able to easily deal with. By not asking me, you are being disrespectful. I can’t believe such bad breeding in Australia - stupid bimbo mothers: that’s who’s to blame for these thefts, it all comes down to bimbo women. MOTHERS BREEDING DISRESPECT. This is why there needs to be a government granted licence required to breed. I hope the thieves die immediately. I have since removed all my heirloom vegetable seeds of my website, no one is deserved of them. I suspect there are computer nerds who see the seeds for sale, and then come round to my place in the hopes of stealing some. Which is what they did before, when I was on Facebook (before I was ban), and living at Colosseum near Miriam Vale, QLD; Anything I would sell on Facebook at that address, the locals would come round and steal out of my shade house. (female bimbos, so many of them – stupid country bogans). Btw, last night, Christmas day, the neighbours at no 108 had loud music blaring till 1-2am. Have they no consideration for the 13 neighbours who live directly next to them on this side, what about all the other neighbours in the area too, not to mention the animals/insects – how selfish and disrespectful are they? You do not need to blare your music, to be able to enjoy it. Put it at no 11. Get some common sense. 17. Water jug x 1 filter STOLEN Dec 2022 At the time when it was taken, I watched a Netflix show, and someone on that Netflix show was saying “I’ve got my water filter, I’ve got my water filter, I’ve got my water filter” - it was totally out of character, for the show and I wondered why they said it. It was a show based in the UK, starring a young black man and his friends, and his girlfriend turned out to be a prostitute who ran away from him, so then he went and got her back, and got involved in drugs. It was really BAD, and I didn’t watch the whole thing. Some people have no idea how to make a good show, and I suspect it’s because they are thieves - thieves do not know how to make good shows! Burn in hell you stupid dogs. By the way, the water filter was still in its unopened package. I received 2 separate ones, and I’ve used one. And the other one is missing. Anyway, all in all this is not a very good filter, and I hope whoever stole it gets a bacterial infection. I suspect a scrunched-up ball of cloth would be far better option than this filter. Also, I keep my unit locked all the time. Since my unit is tiny, I find it odd how thieves target me. Obviously, I don’t have much money, and yet still they pick me to sneak around all that time to steal something trivial. It’s like, are they stupid? Why don’t they steal something worthwhile from a rich person? This filter is crap; it’s crap because I don’t have much money to spend on an expensive one. So, for someone to steal it; they’ve gotta be absolutely stupid. Maybe they just want me to write about them on my BLOG? One of my neighbours yesterday gave me some left-over potting mix, it could have been a guilty conscious? There was also a girl woohooing yesterday from no 93 or 95, I have mentioned numerous times, at a previous address, when a neighbour starts yoohooing – it is because they stole something and feel like they got away with it – LITTLE DO THEY KNOW. Also, if they came in here and stole that, then for sure, they would have stolen food from my fridge. I later discovered my lock on my front door was broken it only appeared locked, but really was not. That’s 2 yrs of some arshole thieves sneaking in when I am asleep and stealing. People are fucked. Also, I heard, that successful people in the movie industry, take on board “disadvantaged youth” and give them experience in the industry - which explains why they are stealing they are people from criminal backgrounds, who grew up in criminal areas, with crap criminal parents. So, I know how people like to have “compassion” and like to “save” the “poor”, (even though I am fairly certain NOT poor, but rich and spoilt,) but really those youth belong in jail, there's no question about it, so “save” them when they're in jail thanks very much, and not out in public doing harm to other people like me. I did not report this theft to the police, the police just don't care about small items like this, like a theft report of this nature would completely go under their radar. Even though I have 100’s of small items stolen, still, not important for police. Australian police seemed to have adopted an attitude that that ‘it’s just too trivial’ to take seriously. You know, in Japan if anyone was caught stealing anything like that, any small item, they get jailed between 2 and 3 years. Seriously, they do. I think Australian police and politicians have a problem with; allowing people to be criminals. The Ned Kelly affect. Start toughening up you bloody wussies in charge. I blame mothers for all stupid thieves. And you know what, since nobody else has the guts too, this is the reason why the whole thing continues to happen. So, you stupid little thieves: stop taking your aggression for your mother, out out on innocent women like me!! Utter hopeless families! Btw, at my next address, yet another one, the landlord came round one day with 2 of those filter jugs, new still in box but dusty, just gave them to me, said they were spare!! Can you believe that? Sometimes I get lucky!! 18. HEY Retail Bimbos; Grey Paper Scissors Stolen (another – this bimbo thief is obsessed with my scissors) This is a letter I wrote to the owner of Kmart after I realized stupid dog bitches who work for them are deliberatley finding ‘seconds’ for me in my online orders – but they also track me down and see any stores I go into in my local area, and have seconds on standby for when I go instore. They have been doing it for at least 20 years+. Note the lady in the Kmart store when I went in that day to collect my online purchase was NOT a part of the dog network, as those purchases, I made instore – spur of the moment, where all quality- it was just later they were stolen and then swapped over for crap – as the dogs did not think I would make any instore purchases that day – sometime they fuck up! lol. Make no mistake the women doing it are evil dogs – there is no being “diplomatic” when it comes to those stupid women. And before I went instore, that was the day there was one of the dogs was in the car park – I took a photo of their car “zam car harassing me” photo story. Date: 31 January 2023 at 8:53:32 pm AEST To: info@wesfarmers.com.au Subject: Territorial staff at online Kmart Hello Wesfarmers, I’m writing to you because I have a problem with your staff. I have been a Kmart and Target online shopper for many years now, probably one of the first customers to use your online website back in the day. Hooray for online shopping! However, as of late, (the past two years ) I have been having difficulties purchasing online, with IT staff causing IT related problems. The latest problem seems to be one of ‘territorial dog problem’. I will explain. Part of the problem over the last two years has been receiving substandard goods, as in goods that have been flawed somehow or reduced quality, 2nds. It’s like they think this customer is a sucker, we can just hand off our seconds onto her. And for my last online order, you couldn’t do delivery, so I picked it up from the Kmart hub in my local area. While I was there, I purchased a few items that were within eyesight at the counter. When I got home and used the items, I was sooo thrilled, because all those instore items were of good quality. There were no flaws in any of the products I purchased instore! None, what a nice change. (see, it really has been a problem; and you might think, oh well, easy solution for you, just purchase everything in store). However, I really don’t like shopping in store. I much prefer shopping online. (Ironically, mainly due to female territorial dog problems in the car park of malls…). So anyway, shortly after I have been using my new Kmart products, in particular, some paper scissors (I had purchased 3 pairs), so one of them was stolen, and the other 2 were swapped over, with a same item, but, that had a flaw in it - they were literally different pair of scissors, just the same colour). I can assure you this is not a coincidence. This is a jealous territorial dog problem on behalf of your staff. Swapping the item over for poorer quality, is the tell, this not a petty theft crime, it was done deliberately by the same people who send me faulty goods, that’s where the word territorial comes from, and another word associated with this dysfunction is jealousy. Both are common female dog traits. It could not be any more obvious to me. Maybe it is not obvious to you. Maybe you have never heard about such a problem or have known any women to be territorial dogs, but I would really doubt that, because it in my experience, it is a very unfortunate common issue, especially amongst young, uneducated girls, such as the likes that you may consider employing in sales. I’m not sure who on earth I should speak to about this, but you own Kmart, you own the online staff, and so, I please, expect you to do something about territorial dog problems, because this behaviour is unacceptable. And possibly, it’s up to YOU to educate your staff on a proper and normal way of living! Regards, Emily, and yes I am serious. This is not a joke, it really happened and happens on a regular basis. {I never got a response back from Wesfarmers, hence I put the letter on my blog} Most likely too ashamed of their DAUGHTERS stupid behaviour. (But I did get a discounted postage for delivery from then on - $25 instead of $65) I purchased 2 grey ones, and 1 pink one, they were $2.75 each. I use them for paper pattern making. The female bimbo dog thief, stole 1 grey pair, and I believe they swapped the other grey and pink ones over for a loose pair of scissors, at the same time. As before last week they were ‘tight’, but now they are loose and slightly bad. This is typical bimbo thieves, swapping quality items over for poor quality. Stupid dogs; go down to &*(%*&, and get your own goddam paper scissors. A few months ago, they stole my black paper scissors too. MORONS. I HOPE THEY GET CANCER AND DIE. They also stole my paper pattern for leggings, last year. Stupid dogs see me doing something then they want to do it to, as it looks so easy – so they just steal my tools. The bimbo at Miriam vale also stole my flyscreen tool, when she saw me using it, easily. STUPID WOMEN FUCK OFF, get your own bloody tools. Also note, after all my attempts to point out to those stupid thieving bimbos that it does not pay to steal from me or anyone - as you will end up paying for it 1000 times over in other ways – that has naught to do with me. – With this theft, it’s like they have not learnt at all, have not evolved in any way – still STUPID – not a teen girl mistake. So, I tell you, (Dep of Edu), you need to put police in schools, to brainwash the young into not stealing. It could not be any easier. Btw I know there are some retailers who know whats going on with these stupid little dogs, and they stand up to them, and not only say “no we are not going to give her seconds – fuck off”, but they give me an extra good item. I would love to mention those, but I can’t as they would be stolen by these dogs. 19. Neighbour Antics at Sarina - Should have started writing this sooner, as my theory of just merely writing about something weird, negative or annoying, soon puts an end to it. There was a strange noise, and like the whole tree was shaking, in the tree outside my upstairs toilet; could be Sam from down near the end, and blondy next door? There were also noises out the front – I think they were trying to make it appear like my unit was haunted when I first moved here, as the person in it before me, died here. (Idiots – or maybe was an over excited animal of some sort?). “Synchronized” unit leaving by 2 or 3 neighbours all at once! Perhaps they are meeting at the laundromat? I no longer believe in coincidences. Nev, the old man neighbour next to me, and other oldie down a bit, a previous truck driver at Gunnedah Coal mine, are up to cahoots somehow? And now they roped Linda from the middle part, in, I think they are reading my blog and kackling their heads off?? Who knows? I am pretty sure they all have started beeping just after they leave or return, especially the really old guy down next to Sam. They seem to do this in phases, so not always. But I noted whenever the people up the hill at 108 arrive home, they beep their car to signal WE ARE HERE! Such arrogance! Major dog problems from them, the mother follows me down town, the teenage fake son possibly steals and yells out to me, and suddenly turns up whenever I go outside, like he must be one of those car hoons that drive up and down outside my place? And the younger child harasses me with reflections, and possibly picked off my rose cutting roots? – major neighbour nuisance zombie people. Today I think blonde Sally, who says her name is Danielle, next to me, is doing the beeping, mostly, I think she is texting the neighbour across the rd to beep, she is timing it with just before I go outside?? STOP BLOODY BEEPING, that includes you couriers and mailmen – it’s annoying and not necessary. I think they or neighboursbeep whenever someone steals anything from me, they pride themselves into knowing about it – BUT NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT, COWARDS. I have noticed now; they copy my courier email notifications - So if I get an email notification saying “arriving today” then suddenly all my neighbours have a courier arrive at their place too. Copycatting everything. It’s really bizarre and only a stupid bimbo would do it, there is a courier truck they use with “Border Express” on it, only this company does not exist, if you try to book a parcel send, you can’t. It’s not funny, it’s just stupid. One of them stole my Petunia seedling, and in the time before I discovered it, they were all yelling out and acting strangely, like they all knew it was stolen and who stole it. Possible bunnings delivery driver related; I talk about that on my Blog. There seems to be some twit driving in and parking outside my house, revving engine at dusk, who wants to play the distraction game? Or who knows what they are doing. This only happened a few times, seems to have stopped? I go outside at six in the morning - car turns up and parks outside the unit in the middle not a coincidence. - rack off. “Dogs in cars” – perhaps I should start a whole collage for them too. “Dogs on phones”, “Dogs in cars”. Possibly the neighbours across the road at 95, are doing it, as they suddenly have a whole heap of cars parked outside their house. Either they are doing it, or they have an overly large ridiculous extended family – breeding like rabbits, causing and continuing the current housing crisis. Sam turned up at my unit after my to hospital for tick infection – she was like, nosy, wanting something, I highly suspect she is one of the dogs, incahoots with bimbo receptionist who screwed up my appointment and got easily manipulated Dr Narelle Armstrong to lie to me about a lump??. I am surrounded by juvenile stupidity. I also think she is pretending to be me, - not quite sure how, but actually we kind of look the same when hair pulled back, maybe she stole my swimmers? I think she may be lying about being on disability in order to insight jealousy – idiot. Sam, came and got me to go into her unit, under the pretence of helping her lift a carpet cleaner; but it was on wheels and just needed to be pushed with a toe, easy. I was not actually needed at all, just exactly was her motive to get me to go into her pokey unit? Possibly trying to impress the 2 little shits and their parent up the hill – since they are constantly perving on me? There was someone at 1am with a Soundsystem making loud kookaburra noises, just enough to wake me for no reason other than to disturb my beauty sleep (this used to happen a lot at Rangari, they also used dog noises and Cockatoo sounds.) They also use loud (extra loud deliberate loud) trucks. I don’t need to be woken up by you – you arrogant idiot. There’s some strange thing; when I take my mail down to the Redbox, it seems I have to wait for the “right” time! I am not entirely sure when the “right” time is, but yesterday arvo, was the wrong time. Then, it seems my neighbours cause monumental commotion by doing stupid signs. Possibly what they meant, was some arshole was hanging around, and when I left, was when they broke into my unit and stole something?? Why they put so much time into doing signs when they could have just called the police and caught them in the act– IS BIZARRE and STUPID. One of my neighbours keeps knocking my patio car port things down; first the shade cloth was pulled down, then my baubles pulled down, and last night it was the tile square behind the tap. This is the kind of passive aggressive bullshit that gives you cancer, wake up little girl. When Nev got home Saturday, he banged his car, as in, that sign, I mention they did at Gin Gin, for ”they stole from you.” He also wakes me up in the night, deliberatley, I feel strongly it is deliberate. I am pretty sure he is part of the , with all the trucks who spend their whole time coming up with ways to antagonize me. I talk about them in length on my blog, but apparently not enough, I have written many stories about the truck problems I have; following me around and driving back and forth outside my house especially on the hwy at Gin Gin, but I hear them here too. Those trucks are also related to the train people, men who work the trains and started beeping at all hrs of the night. Or maybe they can see the noisy trucks and just want to join in. Bandwagon people. And somehow the people who own the WIFI connected fire alarms here, are involved, in the big evil ‘old man network’. I am pretty sure this is related to image transfer while I sleep, and they try to manipulate me in evil ways by subliminal techniques – possibly they try so hard at this over all these years, because, mainly – THEY CAN’T DO IT, this very fact ‘eggs’ them on to try even harder. I am not so easily manipulated when it comes to important issues. So even though Nev helped me in extreme way when I first got here by taking the truck back to Bundaberg (as I was fully exhausted) - always remember, he’s a socially retarded arse. The old man that lives next door to Sam who is yelling out on Sunday morning that “I lose”, after I started watering my ferns. But he was disguising himself, like he was kind of sneezing and speaking, so as not to give himself away. Idiot; but I think he can see the members of Sarina community trying to ‘beat’ me, by ‘beat’ me, I have worked out this means to either steal from me and get away with it, or by berating me in a passive way so as no one else can see, or so they cannot get punched in the face if we were face to face. {It could also mean if I sew a dress or something, someone else in the community has decided, they too, will try and sew adress, but they will try to do it , turning my clothes necessity into their own personal little competition game}. So, at some point, I guess when the situation is over, they tell me who the winner is mostly by passive means like that sneeze mumble,I ‘lost’, and they ‘won’. So, then the neighbour next door to me, the ‘girl’ often turns up, she looks like Sally Bingle, but said her name was Danielle, I suspect she is one of the bimbo dogs trying to ‘beat’ me. Fyi, for someone to do that, it would automatically make them stupid and without a life/brain of her own {this is my opinion, it is an observation of the truth}, she is guilty. And so, then the old man tells me which it is at the time; apparently, I ‘win’ and ‘lose’ on a regular basis, all unbeknownst to me. (This has been going on for years, not just here, I have no idea what they are talking about when they tell me I won or I lost. Although when I hear I ‘won’, I am always pleased, even though I have no idea what I won!!! – btw, in those times when I hear I ‘won’ – I never actually ‘win’ anything, like a meat tray or money!! So, my feeling of being pleased quickly fade into – “those fucking idiots”, perhaps I am a sore winner!!). But no one thing, it is all very deliberate , in order to try and get me to sound crazy if I ever talk about it; this is a deliberate ‘thing’ they do, as they know about mental health asylums, and try to get as many women locked up as possible. It is not just me that they target, and it has been a ’thing’ for many generations. All sorts of people in the community partake in this game of trying to make the other person sound crazy and inferior to them. And stupid naïve police fall for the evil antics of these old men and the evil blonde bimbos. {Stupid Sharon Morgan}. When I was washing my big pink shag rug outside, someone kept pulling a thread out every night as it was drying over the back of the Ute. Man in no 7 or somewhere down there was walking around my unit all night on for 2 nights – IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM THAT broke into my unit and stole something when I was at the post? As I saw him sneaking back into his unit after I left the door open while I was planting the lemon tree. He is about my age with blonde hair, reminds me of some guy from when I was 18, Tom Skipper? Fuck off you thieving moron. And no, mental illness is NOT AN EXCUSE. Btw, that person turns out to be a different person, I got him on camera, and he has red hair one day, then another time bald – so I think they are doing some sort of weird rotation?? Nev Inman, my neighbour and the other Nev in no 9, push my ladder onto my car when the post man arrived – as I had complained the week before how the post man hand delivers to my neighbours and not me, so they in cahoots with the 2 stupid retard old men in my unit complex, conspired to put a big dent in my car. I hope they get cancer and die SOON. The girl next door at no 2 also suddenly turned up at that time. Btw, those two people were the only ones in the carport, however I couldn’t see at the time of the ‘push’, but also there was another car that pulled in nearby, and so ofcourse it could have been that person who the old men either encouraged or allowed – and this reminds me of a few situations where they were telling a story in a movie about a ghung ho Colombian woman with big boobs; I can’t even remember her name, but this was the same woman who was involved with the Gunnedah Art gallery exchange. She’s a famous actress in America. In the story the woman kept throwing temper tantrums, unable to control her rage, they portrayed her as someone with a mental health problem. Of course, there is no such mental illness as “temper tantrums in grown adult”, this character trait is learnt, as a result of having crap parents who never sent any boundaries when that child was a toddler. It’s learnt bad behaviour and it won’t change - there is no cure for it, no medication either, regardless, what they might say. And unless the person puts in a lot of , it will remain a part of their personality. It would personally not surprise me if 2 old man wanted to save big boob woman who throws temper tantrums and pushed the ladder onto my car – causing several hundreds of dollars’ worth of damage? At any rate, anyone not coming forward and stating who the guilty party is – is just as guilty as the vandalizer, and will be burning alongside Colombian big boobs little girl. And ofcourse I need to say again, I would not tolerate anyone with this character flaw, in my life. And especially as I do not need to, i.e. I am not burdened with such a degenerate in a workplace situation, and none of my family members have this character trait, I do not encourage any of my neighbours in my life, so I can be considerably happier in my life without such weakness. And I have to tell you, nearing 50 now, I am considerably happier if I restrict people in general in my life, as actually there are many people in Australia too, who have such weakness, many being an understatement. It’s bad enough I get complete strangers, who do not know me, nor I know them, barging into my life, like this ladder situation, and like all the thefts. This ladder situation is living proof. Temper tantrum idiots who do not have any control in their life, and so do something nasty to someone else, a woman – BULLY 101, to try to make themselves feel like they are in control. NEWFLASH, YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL, EVER, SINCE YOU ARE A PATHETIC LITTLE CHILD WHO HAS HAD CRAP PARENTS. PLUS, DOES NOT EVEN KNOW HOW TO YOU HAVE THE LEAST AMOUNT OF CONTROL OUT OF EVERYONE! HA. It would be far worse in many other life situations for me. There are many tantrum throwers. Actually it’s come to my attention, this tantrum throwing seems to be an indicator of mental health problems amongst the police. They think anyone who throws a tantrum is “crazy”. I mean of course amongst other reasons, but this is a big factor, as no one wants to deal with someone throwing a trantrum. I note, the police and mental health care workers neverwill state that it is their parents fault: they mucked up their child by creating a spoiled little brat who throws tantrums! And so the cycle just keeps on going. And I wrote this years ago, but I’m updating it now, because whenever I think of something, or have an idea about a blog story (or forgotten to put in a part of a story, I send a little memo to myself for later, when I’ve got time to go through all my memos, and write it. So today I checked a memo for myself, and it says “my neighbour seems to want credit for being an arsehole. Someone please go and punch him in the head, because that’s what he wants”. So I don’t actually know what I was referring to, I wrote it a couple of years ago when I was living with those crazy ladder people. I want to add it, because I noticed with a lot of women, they hang around if they do something bad, because they want me to yell at them. It’s a very common thing, and I’m really not that kind of person who’s going to give them what they want. So if somebody else wants to go in chastise them, please feel free. After I uploaded my fish tank video to you tube yesterday, 16th July 2023 someone put a chip in my tank overnight. I woke up remembering my dreams, I was dreaming about the show I had watched the night before ‘City On Fire’, aswell as a snorkelling dream, they were trying to get me to go snorkelling, but I refused. Not sure why – they must have been dogs. Plus, then as I was dressing, I started thinking about that time at Rangari when I got up one sunny morning, and when I walked into the living room, the window(1mx2m) was wide open, fully open, and the flyscreen was lying outside on the ground (that window always remained shut. I had slept all night, not aware of anything going on inside the house (not hung over or on drugs). Ofcourse there were 100’s of thefts at Rangari by retarded dogs, just like here too now. So, then the next thing, I sit down with my morning coffee today (after toilet stop first, where again, my internet was switched off, as soon as I leave toilet, internet is switched back on – TELSTRA PERVERTS, TELSTRA THIEVES} so, I sit down and look at my fish tank, and suddenly there’s a big chip in it. Now I heard Nev before I went to sleep, after the movie ended, but I heard the dog next door leave at 830 (no name, she only gave me fake name – so definatly guilty dog), then the little boy or girl or puppet, from 108 range rd, Sarina, yell out “I win” – so I would say it was all 3 of my retarded dog neighbours. What part of FUCK OFF do you not understand? And no one ‘wins’ or ‘loses’ if my neighbour leaves her unit – you stupid child. Trash parents over there. I used to walk out across the carpark to pull the hose over for my washing, but last time I did, one of my neighbours saw me. That day I was wearing my green alpaca beanie, and later one of them stole that green beanie. So now I just leave it across the carpark permanently. Such is the nature of stupid people. Also, someone killed my 4yr old tree, poisoned it. It was one of the above or Sarina council, has there was a stupid bitch who accosted me re my melaleucas on the other side, she was a worker bee, and not management, and it was obvious that this was the case, so it was probably her. Killed it out of spite “I have control over you” – stupid dogs. They also killed my Lagunaria, frangipani, Eucalyptus x4. The blue car that comes in here, is someone who gives Linda a lift. They have an Islander boy child who hurt her dog when Linda wasn’t looking infront of my unit, so I would see. Squeal. FUCK OFF. Another thing they do which really annoys me; every now and again, particularly on the weekends, when they're bored, they start to do signs; they like to compete with each other, of how they can do signs, and speak to me without actually speaking. This is not something that is new, but it's something that is exceptionally annoying. By the way, the people who do this, have no brain at all, because they can't think of something to do for themselves, something to occupy themselves with, instead they just occupy themselves with me and what I am doing, they like, use me to use up time, and it always results in torment and often theft, (funny that – little people left to their owns devices results in crime), especially if I go outside in the morning on a Saturday. I seriously wonder what’s wrong with them – I would never do something like that. (My neighbour on my right is huge! A really tall islander type girl, so I am not referring to “little” as in physically little.) You can see my Lemon Tree in shot above, just; it has survived the rainforest bug onslaught, aswell as the 7 days not-stop rain event. So, I am thrilled!- you can tell evil to go jump in the lump by involving yourself in nature. I miss my quiet farm garden. 20. Geranium Punnet Stolen, October / November 2022 So, not only were the seeds stolen, but the whole punnet, and label was stolen off my little seed table out the front of my unit. There were Geranium ‘Great Balls of Fire’ And these seeds were actually on the plant when I purchased it, and I have been monitoring the plant, and there have been no more seeds form on this plant, telling me that those flower stamens were most likely hand pollinated, and the person who did it, is most likely the person who stole these seeds. They are nothing but little common thieves. I paid for that plant, and that includes those seeds. Maybe they are just waiting for someone to spell that fact out; I paid for the plant, that includes any seeds attached then or in the future. Also, my pumpkin seed tray in small pot, taken then returned with no seed – weird, the extra yummy rare pumpkin I had. Also my good Pima cotton that I had been saving since Rangari – the extra super soft and super fine cotton – it was by chance ‘struck gold’ seed. Stolen. Bitches. (That cotton was so fine and soft, it was almost like silk, the people who provided that initial seed, the boys at csiro, Narrabri Ag dept – would have been jumping backflips if they saw it, it was what they were working for.) I find there has been many thefts in the horticulture industry, any women who works in the horticulture industry, I would automatically assume that they are a thief, and not only little female thieves on their own, but ones who work for big companies steal (little women who want to impress their colleagues. The person who stole these seeds would fall under the category of NATURAL BORN LOSER. And, most likely also, they have no Faith. Seek and ye shall find! I knew something had been taken today, as my power has been switched off 4 times. and see, this is what happens when my power is switched off, infact, I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned about this phenomenon on my blog, maybe I should do a whole new photo story for it, as it has had a significant impact on my life; back when I lived at Rangari, near Gunnedah, I had so many items stolen, and whenever they occurred, the power would always be switched off. Like it happened at least 500 times in the 10 years I was living there. It is an association I now have. As soon as power goes off, I know something has been taken. And so today, for the first time since I’ve been living here at my new address, the power was switched off 4 times, and there were suspicious council workers who came into the car park and then left again. So, at first when the power went out, I thought my watch has been stolen, I looked frantically, but it turned out, it just fell by the side of the bed. And then I did the vacuuming, and I couldn’t find my vacuum attachments, so I thought maybe they have been stolen, but I found one of them at least. It wasn’t until this evening that I discovered what has been taken, well one item any way, maybe they took 3 other seed trays too, infact, now that I think of it, there was an African Daisy seed punnet missing aswell, so that’s 4 items gone that I know of. So, I just want to reiterate the now ‘panicked’ thought process I have when-ever the power gets switched off. My thought process has been manipulated in a very negative way. These thieves are totally sick in the head, they are disgusting and evil and I hope they get cancer and die, at any rate they are going to have extremely bad karma, I can assure you it’s true. When my next-door neighbour left today, she banged the seed table with her car, or possibly my other next-door neighbour made a banging noise, I’m not entirely sure, it did sound like it was her car that banged it - so I’m not sure whether she has something to do with it or not, I definitely know nothing was taken before she moved in, and she’s one of the dogs. Plus, today, some idiot has been revving and hooning outside the units, beeping their car horn; fucking hell!! don’t those idiots have any kind of brain? Any kind of life?? FUCK OFF YOU RETARDS And by the way, turning the power off to let me know that something has been taken {if that’s what they were doing} is plain harassment, it’s unacceptable behaviour. Are you stupid little nonthinking dogs? Have you not heard of the word STRESS, and how that affects ones health? Idiots. 21. Food Theft Again -1 Rolled Frozen Chicken Breast STOLEN I knew they were stealing food! It’s actually hard to keep track of food in the freezer, as I don’t normally do it! Once it goes in the freezer, it kind of stays there until I see it, then eat it. So often I don’t notice if something is missing unless I am specifically looking extra forward to eating it. I noticed at my last address at kookaburra Park, Gin Gin, I had a fair amount of food stolen from my freezer, and it’s not usually chicken, they take the more expensive ones, steaks (beef), kangaroo meat, and barramundi have been taken from my fridge freezer. So, I wasn’t sure if they were stealing food from this unit here, but it turns out they are, as I started keeping tabs on my chickens so I can work out how much my cat is eating and needs. He has a food related thyroid condition, and eats an EXTREME amount of food. I’m thinking this might coincide with last night. It was Thursday night, and the teenage boy who sometimes lives across the road/up the hill, was having a teenage party, involving a lot of wooing and yelling and loud music (sounded like his parents were away for the night). So, I’m not entirely sure if this person is responsible for the chicken theft, but I found back at kookaburra park whenever there were neighbours throwing a party like that. It was always because they did something ‘bad’ somehow, and got away with it, and I got the blame for being ‘crazy’ – “never happened”. So, basically people would like to think that I, a single old lady, is crazy rather than to admit that their kids and friends, or themselves, are stealing from me. Such is the stupid nature I have discovered most people in the ‘community’ have. Those parties back at Kookaburra Park, seemed to be especially ‘postal’ related. I think, NO, there were a lot of mail thefts at the community mailboxes down in the Park. Everybody had to put padlocks on their mailboxes after I had moved in - because the skanky dogs who follow me around, stole everybody’s mail too. {But don’t think there were no thieves who already lived in that Park – they most definatly were}. One time when I was leaving, I saw the police sergeant in plain clothes, I suspect she stole something. I did put an anonymous complaint in about that party music, and nothing was done about it. I have noticed a few strange things lately too, and if someone got in and stole my chicken, then they probably did the strange things like, my 1m of black lycra suddenly turned blue overnight. And 4 quilting pins appeared in my capri pants hanging in my wardrobe? Possible attention seekers. You know, most people don’t have to put up with this kind of theft, something like this would not happens to a typical person. So why should I? Get the hell out of my unit and life you IDIOTS. It never ceases to amaze me how so many stupid twits cannot handle a woman on her own. DEAL WITH IT you morons. And ha ha ha ha for being so obviously stupid. Stupid genes, stupid teachers, stupid parents. Ha ha. (Oh, and I already know that you have no brain, you do not have to keep constantly proving it to me) There is a train of thought that I have heard, of the reason being why I get picked on because I’m single; is because they believe that I am “punishing” men by not committing to one, or any for that matter. (I am totally celibate, have been since I was 20, shortly after I lost my virginity (all the prudes will be cringing right now – lol). So, they think because of men’s typical bad behaviour, their ‘natural‘ personality, I just say NO. And so, they intern, (having that stupid rebellious nature that I have mentioned and talked about frequently on my blog), they have decided to “punish” me through passive aggressive means like thieving, and plane harassment, and truck harassment, and stalking, and verbal harassment from hidden coward people on the street and next door. So, women would suffer from this attribute too, since I have so many problems with woman harassing me. It’s pretty much a case of “case in point” then, isn’t it? Ha ha Btw, this may be the reason, that general feeling of ‘well you are to annoying to be around’. I can imagine there are many men who fit that bill (I know there certainly are a lot of women who fit that bill). But it is not a valid reason to attack me. Take your stupid rebellious non thinking behaviour and shove it up your arse. I am who I am, deal with it. Also, re-the stealing of chicken breasts; I believe Coles may have noticed, indeed, that they were food out of my freezer, as there are dogs there, who keep tabs on my shopping habits. And so, they devised a plan to sell small chunks of chicken, instead of the chicken breast, which would be less appealing to a thief. I believe it was working, until my last order, they turned up on the day without my chicken, and said they were out of stock. – but I don’t believe they were out of stock, according to their website they weren’t out of stock. I believe they just didn’t send it to me because they thought it would be amusing if I have to buy the chicken breast, then someone would steal it one - I think that’s the main reason why the dogs steal; to impress other people who are watching and keeping tabs - I’m surrounded by fucking morons. (Coles also devised way to get them not to steal my beef cuts, and that was to send me ‘mutton’ type cuts) You know, I’m relying on them to deliver my food and if they do not come through, I’m not too impressed about it, because then I have to spend another $200 shopping at Woollies, who for some reason, can manage their stock intake rather well compared to Coles. 22. 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. 23. Another pair of Reading Glasses Stolen, Magnification 3 This would take it up to aprox 107 pairs now. I started painting them pink as soon as they arrive – this deters the stupid bimbo thief from stealing them, but I was tardy and did not do it straight away this time, and look what happened – stolen before I even unpacked them, all 6 were sitting on top of my PC in its tight wrapping. The thief took one. Just 1. I suspect this time, the blonde bimbo might have got some punk to do her dirty work, as the whenever a young man is heard from next door, something has been stolen – he then has a party to celebrate the fact that he got away with the theft – don’t ask me what happens to the family who actually lives there when that scoundrel is there. It was the same thing at Builyan too. Well, he has gone now, not a peep, just the usual dishonest mother and child. I also had a yellow envelope stolen – strange, no value at all. I hope that thief gets cancer and dies. Stolen late 2022 or early 2023 (The remainder are now pink tipped) One day, all our possessions are going to be tagged, meaning everything can be traced – man I can’t wait for that time – woohoo – suck eggs thieves. 24. 3 ½ year old Hibiscus POISONED OMG, people are fucked. I planted out my 3 ½ year old hibiscus in the garden here last year. I had grown it from the ONLY seed that was produced from my 3yr old tree at Rangari - lo and behold, it germinated. I had been looking after it this whole time, so excited about it, it’s one of my favourite trees. Until finally it outgrew its pot, and I found a great spot to put it - out in the garden of this rental complex. The old man gardener Merve, advised me when I moved in, if I wanted to plant out something I could, it was up to me as the owner he said, apparently has dementia and, I know for a fact that the Real Estate doesn’t really give a toss about the garden, no one looks after it except occasionally it gets mown and Wipper snipped. So, I found a perfect little spot for it, and it would fit in quite well. So, it was doing well, had been there for about three months; then one day, a new gardener came, (Merve retired) with his whipper snipper, and while he was whippersnippering away, I saw some young girl get a sprayer out of the gardeners car and walk down below to the area where my hibiscus was - at the time, it didn’t occur to me that my hibiscus was in danger, I just thought she must’ve come with the gardener and was helping out. But a few days later, I go down and look at my tree, and it looks like it’s about to die! I put two and two together, noted that there was no other area in the whole garden complex that had been sprayed. There were no dead trees or grass anywhere. And I know the gardener gets paid to do whippersnipping and mowing, and that’s it. He doesn’t do anything else; he doesn’t even pick up palm fronds. So, I am furious and I’m sitting here waiting for the gardener to turn up again, so I can go and fucking yell at his stupid bloody girlfriend. So, today a different car turns up, and I’m pretty sure, it’s a different guy altogether, the other one was younger, slighter frame and black hair with pale skin. This one was a little stockier, and fair. But I went down anyway with my camera, and I asked him about the girl spraying my tree. We happen to be standing right next to it, and this guy, lied through his teeth to me. He said that girl was probably (he said probably), was his daughter. I said, well what did she spray down here, I couldn’t see anything that had been sprayed, and he said, she sprayed the driveway. But there’s nothing on the driveway that had been sprayed, and I saw the girl go down to the area where my hibiscus was, and not on the driveway area. So that man was obviously trying to save the bimbo girl who may, or may not be his daughter, I would say, not since she was with a different gardener, and she most likely poisoned my tree. Dodgy man and stupid bitch young girl. Well, I hope whoever sprayed it, dies and gets cancer. This is what happens in Sarina, QLD, Australia. I thought the days of tree vandalism ended when I left Gunnedah. But no, there was some idiot neighbour at Builyan who uprooted one of my trees on the front verge. And now this poisoning. OMG mind your own business. What is it about someone planting trees, that really irritates fucking idiots? That’s the photo of the guy who lied to me. I didn’t get a shot of the girl with sprayer, or that gardener. It’s such a bloody nuisance to have to remember to get my camera and take photos of absolutely everyone that crosses my path, as they most likely will screw me or steal from me in some manner. Absolutely everyone. Curse you all. Photo shows week before, healthy, few days after gardener, sick as. Later, I had another tree poisoned - Melicope elleryana - Pink Euodia. Also, a stunning deep pink Plumeria, 3 Lemon Scented gums (the good salmon ones), 3 Weeping Leptospermums, and 2 Swamp Bloodwood’s, were all killed and or stolen. They also smashed my bin, outside near the killed and stolen trees – a direct attack on me. The people I am surrounded by here at Sarina – ARE COMPLETE UNCARING, ANTI-GREEN MORONS. Possibly stupid blonde real estate rental girl related – yet another dumb blonde they have sent me. Or the stupid dog family from next door at 108, who have taken it upon themselves to start making whipping noises every afternoon this week. (One of the residents here, (I think I know which one it was), a few months back when the little shit child from 108 was yelling out in antagonists manner, harassing me, specifically; the resident made a single whipping / belt sound! Lol. This did the trick, no more antagonism. I think possibly this is some sort of delayed retribution? Only no one here is yelling out. Such idiots. 25. Pink Nylon Netting Stolen from outside my unit last night, Sat 5th Aug 2023, and Marketing Conspiracy Theory Last night, some idiot stole that pink netting off my plants. It was specifically placed there to keep the bush turkeys away, and it does a good job. Saturday night, last night, so I suspect whoever took it is a stupid drunk, rack off you unwanted, unworthy, uninvited imbecile. (It wasn’t in the spot shown in the photo. It was on the other side lying on top of 2 seedlings. It’s been there outside my unit since I arrived, and before that I’ve had it for many many many years. It was packaging I received on a product and I have re-purposed it. That reminds me, I must get some pink nylon to make up a flag, and put that outside my unit. Just to piss of the pansies who don’t like pink. Also, the girl directly next door to me, woke me up with the back of her chair toot, at 430am. I suspect her – fake name Danielle; in collaboration with the retired truck driver Larry from Gunnedah who is in the unit further down. They think they are funny, when really - just stupid thieves. They possibly copying the retailer thieves, with my stories on my blog I mention if I purchase something, a similar item gets stolen, I have many examples that I mentioned. So this theft coincides with a purchase of spag moss from online retailer NurseryAndGardenSupplies.com.au, not that I think it was them, but someone wanting to make it look like them, possible business saboteur. I chose to purchase from NurseryAndGardenSupplies.com.au – so stick it that up your arse. And this reminds me of my “Marketing Conspiracy Theory” photostory , can’t find any T50 staples for staple gun: I have a new theory as to why I am harassed when I go down the street shopping. I suspect it may be to do with eBay, as eBay sellers want to supply goods to me via eBay, so they can make a profit. For instance, these staples, no 505, which I need, I can’t purchase them anywhere except for Bunnings, and of course I refuse to go to Bunnings since they steal from me instore and at my home when I am instore, plus via courier driver (I tried to purchase online once to see if I could purchase that way without anyone stealing from me. But no). Total thieves. Bunnings Bimbos. {My x landlord, Cate Rogers, formerly known as Wainberg woman, has something to do with the thefts – STUPID WOMAN.} So I’ve had to buy them on eBay at triple the price. Like a forced manipulated point of sale? It may be just a conspiracy theory, but given the nature of people I wouldn’t be surprised if this is somewhat true. 26. Sarina Signs Dogs have been doing signs for years now. Years and years and years. Apparently, it’s been going on too, years and years and years, before I was even born. I mentioned it on my blog, especially whilst I lived in Melbourne; there seems to be people in Melbourne dedicated solely to doing signs full time. I’m not sure who pays them, but they put a lot of time, effort and car related “work”, into doing signs. Since I personally think people who do signs are cowards, I’m not really crash hot on ‘signs’, even if they are helpful sometimes. Since winging and moaning about it, it’s definitely ceased somewhat. Although I do feel, it’s possibly related to being young and good looking; you get the signs, so, normal average overweight people; not so much!! Anyway, they started doing signs a few months back again, and I have decided to write them down each time. Yesterday when I went into town, I had to get some perlite, and pick up some petunias from the hardware shop. They were doing signs; saying there was a whole lot of people making mistakes and then leaving, so they were saying MANY people were ‘hovering’ around me, making mistakes, and then leaving, as in, no longer ‘hovering’ around me. That’s what they were signing yesterday When I went to the farm shop to get the perlite, the girl charges me $68, when I know that perlite only cost $45. I asked at the time; are you sure that’s the correct amount, she said yes. Young girl. When I got home, I checked my receipts just in case I’d made a mistake, but no, $45. I phone the shop back, same girl was going on and on about price increases, and I told her that I could get perlite online considerably cheaper, so she should check for sure, with her supervisor (that is when I could get a word in edgewise), she got back to me and said she had made a mistake, she would refund the $20 back to my CC. So, because of the sign people, I know she didn’t make a “mistake” she tried to steal $20 from me in the hopes I would simply ‘let it go’. It was like a ‘deliberate mistake’. I mean, it’s not like it’s a coincidence that every shop I go to in town, the shop girl tries to steal from me (except the butcher!;butcher boys in there- that’s why, no thieving young girls.) Girls are a disgrace, and should be locked up, they are dumbo offensive and hopeless. 27. Non thinking Sarina Council killing Native Trees for no reason other than SPITE Sarina / Mackay Council poisoning beautiful native trees for SPITE Melicope elleryana I have included an image of the area where the tree was, it was in an area that was never ‘touched’ by any gardeners or council, as it is a rainforest area. Yet, suddenly Sarina Council took it upon themselves to go out of there way and poison the tree, and the 1 grass plant that was growing next to it. That tree was 4yrs old. More than 1 person involved in growing it from seed / seedling, until it reached an age where it could be planted out in a suitable area. And it happened to find the most perfect spot, it could not have been any more thus divined. It was thriving, and doing well on its own. Until some disrespectful looser from Sarina poisoned it. Which I know full well, was an act of spite towards me, the plantée. I did send an email to council complaining about them with some VERY sharp words – so far, I have not heard back from them. But I can see the council up here must be at least 50years behind the rest of the world – we do not simply “kill” trees anymore you backwards hicks. Pansies who don’t like pink. I hope the coward killer gets killed themselves. Also, a 3yr old mulberry tree I planted in the shrubland here, was poisoned as well by the gardener/landlord/raywhite/Molly Dunbavan/neighbour at 108/ pervert stalkers at Bungalow infront of 108 - fucking idiots (the pervert stalkers also watch me as I empty my compost - it’s like the realestate had arranged for them to drive over especially to watch me.) “WHERE WATCHING YOU” – perverts, fuck off. I had a little birdie tell me that they can see the big picture, and it was definitely the real estate who poisoned my trees - so could be true. I want to mention, I moved up here from Gunnedah, briefly I lived in town there. I had a couple of incidences with Council little staff, that I've talked about on this blog, but when it comes to trees they are nowhere near as backwards as the silly twits up here, in fact I had planted quite a few shrubs outside the property on the verge gutter strip, I did not obtain permission; but they were not poisoned, mown over or destroyed by anyone, in fact it is encouraged now by most councils, for people to put some nature in their environment, and “do” their verge strip. There is a push for nature and replanting and regreening up as much of our environment as possible - this is now considered important. There are studies showing “huge impacts”, indicating the more “green”, the more happy the atmosphere of not only the earth but of people. But it's like Queenslanders; you haven't caught the message yet have you? Hopeless backwards hics. Hurry up and evolve. 28. Dug up and stolen here on Range Rd Sarina, one 2yr old Frangipani ‘Starburst Red’ – Plumeria rubra This is an unusual bright deep pink colour, no one else up here will have it. So, in probably 3 yrs from now, 2026, if you see this frangipani growing around here, you can be sure that it is mine – so report them to the police. My money is on the blonde rental girl Molly; she wants to play Nazi with me “obey my authoritae” – young disrespectful idiot. But I had a local from gumtree contact me, when ever they do, they steal from me Buyer-rz3k40dzj8j64@users.gumtree.com.au Re: Shea woods replied to your ad Also, when I posted a photo of the flower colour, the mother dog next door at number 8 threw a rock – so she probably stole it – they are in cahoots with dog landlord network. Same as my other neighbour is. Oh, guess what – your $3.70 is not going to silence me. And also, since I looked at the 4 trees gone, in their spot, I could clearly see 2 of them had been mown, but the other 2, it looked like they had been dug up and stolen, then mown. So maybe some stupid bimbo stole those 2, then the old man from Sarina council tried to save the stupid bimbo by mowing them all; as council had previously been mowing AROUND them before, all year long, the trees were doing very well there (I won). So, the stupid bimbo must have “good boobs”; the motivating factor of getting old men to save them. It happens all the time, so many stupid bimbos. This is the main reason I have old men problems in my life, they hang around to save all the stupid bimbos who want to ‘steal too’. So also, the 5yr old stunning Lagunaria Patersonii - Norfolk Island Hibiscus was poisoned. The Melicope elleryana - Euodia Rainforest Tree was poisoned, the berry shrub I planted was stolen, as was an Acacia, Geranium, and the 5 native Hibiscus splendens were destroyed somehow (they might have died from natural causes?? But I don’t think so now, given this new evidence.) Also, a Louisiana Iris may have been stolen from the creek, it is gone, but I only have my instinct telling me it was stolen, by dog neighbour on Range rd somewhere, and no proof. Drones…. This is a direct plant attack by anti greenies. That reminds me, when I was living at Builyan, a 3yr orange tree that I planted was poisoned. Do I have old men who know how to use a sprayer, follow me around and kill all the trees I plant? Idiot DOGS. The whole neighbourhood loses. There’s that song again, it goes; ¶ fuck off fuck off ¶ fuck off and fuck off ¶. And, I mentioned QLD was 40yrs behind NSW, well, this applies to politics aswell, there seem to be still arsholes running things. Only an arshole would destroy those trees. Wakey wakey women. And I think I mentioned this before on my blog; in Australia, there seems to be a lot of friends, hiring friends, especially within councils and as a result, this is what you get you get; retard’s, being paid good money for basically being Boof Head arseholes. BTW, the real estate denied any knowledge – but they are known liars. I have not met a blonde who is not a liar. And I did see that blonde gardening girl with her sprayer go down to the area, where my hibiscus was, so the landlord or rental girl Molly, would be ordering the gardeners around. {stoopid gardeners; go jump in a lake “oh, ok”}. And I will include a photo of my direct neighbour Nev Inman who suddenly had “friends” turn up (he does not have any), but on the day he knew I would see the trees gone, suddenly he had multiple old men friends. So could be him, a few days later he vanished. (so good not have neighbours). Also my rubbish bin was ‘smashed’ around the same time as the tree theft, the bins line up just next to those trees. NOT A COINICIDENCE. Council replaced the bin free of charge. But nothing has changed this week, even though I reported the whole thing to police, so I suspect the bin will be smashed again by LOSER. You know police, just because there is not a physical black bruise, does not mean it was not a direct attack on me. It was. 2 9 . Pen Stolen After I Contacted Stationery Shop For Some More Good Ones Crap pen from the supermarket, brand-new, STOLEN over the weekend, from my desk, from a locked unit. Dammed if I know how they getting in. Last week I contacted a stationary shop, that I had previously purchased some ‘good’ pens from, asking them if they could get some more in - I did not hear back from them. So, it seems, instead, this pen was stolen. This is a continued pattern, but it’s usually after I purchase from such shop, which then similar items are stolen from my home. Not just merely making a shop inquiry. The weekend before that, or maybe two or three (?) some really crap reading glasses were stolen off my desk! I do keep my door locked all the time. I also had 3 yellow female endlers fish stolen out of my tank. I suspect the neighbours at number 108, as they’re always obsessed with me and whenever I go outside, they start talking and yelling. They are seriously stupid in the head neighbours. Dog neighbours. And the police cannot do anything about them because, they have no idea what I am talking about, and how the world works. They are completely stupid. It is not my fault you can hear me, it is your fault you stupid dogs, because you have no thoughts of your own, so you have to latch on to other people; fuck off and get your own life. 30. As like on the Rangari Stolen Items Page, I will do a Collage: As like on the Rangari Stolen Items Page, I will do a collage here too, of other items stolen from me at this Sarina Address. 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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).

Nurses at hospitals make kids sick deliberately, so they can look after them. (Some, I have to say, at Armidale Hospital NSW. Some believe a sick child is a result of an adults 'will' anyway, especially a doctor, but mothers too) Life Stories P13 1. The Scent of a Pine Just out the front of my house at Rangari, was a Pine forest. The driveway used to come right up the centre of the forest, and when you reach the top of the slight hill, and look out through the clearing – there, you saw the house, it was really quite pretty, and good thinking of whoever put the driveway there. Unfortunately, I had to move the driveway because it developed some big potholes and I didn’t have a tractor to make it all nice. I can see now from Google Maps that the driveway hasn’t been put back and is still along the edge of the pine forest. Oh, that’s a shame! Anyway, this forest of Pines consisted mostly of skinny trunked pines, as shown in the photo, and apparently the skinny pines are very old, like 500+ years, they don’t get bigger because of competition, they’re so close together. But in one area, there was a clearing, and in the centre of the clearing was one big Pine, it had grown huge, as no competition. The Pine species by the way is Callitris glaucophylla - White Cypress Pine. This big Pine was so spectacular, I decided on one side of the forest, to do some trimming. I carefully selected a few big ones, and then cut down the smaller ones around it. I mean, it was a long-term plan, but that’s how I think, long term. And it would have been worth it (worth the arm pain) had I still been there to enjoy it. Such is bitch life. I mean I can’t get up and do it again, arthritis says so. So, one day, there was a storm, (btw, this story is another one that has been removed from my PC, not sure why, so I’m rewriting with more details) so during this storm, there was an almighty bang - like you have never heard such a noise before. I mean it really shook up everything, unbelievably loud. As the storm eased, I walked down the paddock to see what the bang was, and suddenly I saw it; lightning had struck that huge big Pine tree that was in the clearing. It was still smouldering, and the scent that was emanating from this huge split pine trunk was the most incredible smell, I had ever smelt. I mean it was truly divine. Not only was it divine then, but for the following weeks, the wind would often carry the scent up to my house, and when I was out working in the garden or paddocks, sooo yummy. The air was filled with fragrance for weeks, so amazing. I realised all my other carefully spaced trees maybe struck by lightning in the future. I thought, because I did at least 15 big pines, that the lightning would most likely get confused, not knowing which tree to strike, and be tricked into not striking any!! But then again, maybe I could have 15 super fragrance experiences ahead for me to enjoy!! In my previous story I mention that particular species of Pine should be harvested for essential oil distilling, because it is by far superior to any other Pine species of essential oil that I’ve ever smelt. Plus, those trees are a bit of a weed around Gunnedah, if you were serious about doing it, you can make heaps, as farmers will gladly let you on their farm to cut their weedy Pine trees down. So maybe someone did just that, and that’s why the stories stolen (I do not expect money, don’t worry!) Also, another reason why maybe it was stolen was because, I mentioned about the girl wanting to smell the super fragrance; somebody with lots of money, sent a girl, (I think they won a prize consisting of being taken to my farm, in order to smell this pine) - that’s how good it was. So, I have no proof of that, just what a birdy told me. But I do have proof of either same girl, or a different one, at another time who wanted to smell my apricot tree. My apricot tree, when fully laden with hundreds of super ripe apricots, was also truly amazing, you’ve never smelt anything like it, so super sweet in the spring morning due. This day, I went into town, I stopped at Gordan Barry farm shop, there was a girl at the farm shop who had this awful perfume on, it was disgusting, kind of smelt a bit like incense. Thought nothing of it, did not speak with the girl, or see her face, but she was size 14, middle height and in her 30’s, with auburn mouse brown hair, and wearing a blue and white hippy dress. When I got home that day, I went into my orchard tunnel, and what did I smell when I entered; that horrible perfume that the girl had been wearing. So, she had obviously been to my place, in my tunnel, while I was in town. Unbelievable! NOT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION you stupid thieving bimbos. 2. Lying and fainting bad nurses This is an exert from an article about the mental health industry in Australia. Part of this was cut out, from a recent publication, (deliberately?) and so I wanted to do a separate little story for just this part; of what happens in a mental health ward, for in voluntary patients. “The reason I was detained for so long before being released is because of the nurses, this is what they do: Nurses write false claims in their evening notes, stating “she was angry and aggressive” (for example) and really, I was not saying anything or doing anything at all. They do this deliberately as then the doctor reads the nurse’s notes every morning, and then says “oh she’s not allowed to leave, she’s angry and aggressive”. The nurses literally lie, it is a cat and mouse game for them, they take pleasure in the power of incarcerating someone against their will for no reason. The nurses who work at these places are truly despicable people. When I actually was released, I asked one of those nurses for a copy of those notes, I told her, by law, I’m allowed to have a copy, and you should have seen her, oh my god, it was her worst nightmare, I thought she was going to faint. Most people have no idea what these institutes are like, they really should be shut down.” 3. Unwanted Nuisance Callers plus religious story This movie sends me musicians, who then proceeds, to make sounds outside my house all night, but specifically at 3:30am, but then continuing to make strange sounds if I don’t get up (at Gin Gin). Fuck off fuck off fuck off you little fucking idiot. And why is it up to me to tell you to fuck off - don’t you have any common sense? Or is this something you do; go around annoying the crap out of single women? How would you like it if someone woke you up in the middle of the night? Incapable of empathy. I should think this stems from a lack of religion as a child? You know, “do un to others as ye would have do unto you”. Speaking of religion, I have a few things to say about it, I have already done so on another story, but yet that, was another piece of writing stolen – why do you have to delete my whole story, you know I have all of my stories on Flickr in the public domain, which means you can download and use them for whatever you want SO STOP DELETING MY PHOTOSTORIES, so I have to redo. What I said in my previous story (and it was someone at GinGin who stole it, I bet, -maybe they inserted it into their sermon and the dog who told a priest to insert it, stole it! ??). Anyway, I said; a lot of religious people still do unlawful things, as they know, they can ask God for forgiveness, and all will be forgiven. That is what is taught in the scriptures, the forgiveness bit. So, but, I don’t think they fully got the complete message; as it is also stated, you still have to pay for your sins, it is just done in a Godly perfect way, and you may not even be aware that you are paying for it. That was what I said, so, today, I also want to add, I feel people get to a certain age, and then write themselves off as not ‘good’ or religious or someone that may have a shot at an afterlife, as they think they fucked up so much when they were younger, that they’re going to hell anyway, so, it doesn’t matter what they do from then on forward, they may aswell carry on in their sinful thieving way. I guess they never got that first message at all!! There was also something I should’ve added to my “Things I wish I was told when I was 18” list; stay the hell away from musicians, nothing but a bunch of thieves without any common-sense. Not that I’ve actually had anything to do with any musicians in my life, except I used to listen to music, mainly on the radio, 20 yrs ago, but now occasionally on YouTube. {“Brand New Key, pair of roller skates” shear genius}. I did go to several music concerts when I was 19. So, I recommend, don’t go to music concerts or festivals, or listen to the radio; not only are there “party boy” (and girl) bimbo uneducated types who follow you and steal from you, but the music world is full of Big Players, rich. They look for victims who will spend money on their music, they’re just as bad as the drug dealers, and the mental health care workers; they all want one thing, your money and adoration. 4. Meals on Wheels When I was young and we had just moved to Gunnedah, from Tamworth, my mother and I went and did Meals on Wheels every month; a charity service involving driving around Gunnedah and delivering pre-cooked meals to old people, in their homes. As I recall, I didn’t much like it, because all the old people‘s homes were stinky and dirty, and the pre-cooked meals weren’t like the meals that you can get in the supermarket or delivered today, they seemed to be, well, as an eight-year-old, I thought kind of undesirable. But looking back, I’m certainly glad I did it with mum. And it was most likely the connections mum made in this time, that helped her later when she started her nursing business. The reason I’ve done a separate photo story for this is because I’ve written about it before briefly, and it is another story that has just been removed from my computer and from my blog. I seem to be discovering my little stories missing on a weekly basis now, it’s like the thieves can no longer easily access my house to steal, so they are stealing my stories via hacking my PC? It’s a little strange. I have no idea who would be stealing them (and why!!) although there are people who seem to have fun in reminding me of any story that has gone missing. I don’t know how they know? whether they’ve been checking my blog or whether it is indeed them that are stealing my stories, and then telling me about it? (total nutter). So I have to go and re-write it - this would be something a typical stupid dog bimbo would do, one who was trying to control the situation, and get me to redo something and waste my time?? (rack off). Or literally, it could’ve been some bimbo on the media, television or radio, who has taken it upon herself to adopt the story, and make it her own? I have seen this happen two or three times a few years ago, with some of my stories, and it wasn’t just anybody, adopting my stories, it was famous people. So, I guess if there’s some famous person out there that is coming up with a story of some interest, you can be sure that it’s most likely not theirs! So, they reminded me of this story, Meals on Wheels story, so here it is again. 5. Teach empathy. Clever and Creative ways to raise kids who aren’t bullies. In point 16, of my “Good parents are parents who - 20 tips for well-adjusted kids”, I state to teach empathy “Teach empathy”. It struck me that probably a lot of parents will not know how to do that, so I thought I would put an example here. Before I do, I need to point out that the difficulty is telling their kids, and they inturn don’t hear you, because, parents are constantly making demands and requests of their child, so sometimes, they may take everything they hear “as a grain of salt”. Therefore, in some instances, you really need to set up a situation different than normal. Here is my example; if your child is giving you a hard time one day about something that you want them to do, “I don’t want to do it”, and they’re fighting you, and they’re being mean to you as the parent. Then the parent could turn around and say “I think you’re being too harsh on me; I did not deserve that much retaliation; can you hear yourself being mean?” But I feel this may not achieve anything, the message will not sink in, as the child will assume it just your fighting tactic to manipulate them to do the thing they do not wish to do – kids are very smart. Instead, that comment has to come from somebody else. And usually, somebody else is not always on hand at just the right moment, so, that’s what I mean about you need to set it up a situation, so somebody else can actually say it so the child can hear it, plus, I would say, a total stranger is often better than another member of the family or someone they know. I have to stress, it has to be an observational remark – it cannot be a reprimand or rebuke of any sort, otherwise your child might feel you are “playing sides” against them, and this will create monumental problems. I know there will be parents struggling maybe with one thing that they constantly want their child to do, and the child’s fights, this gentle technique will help them. I draw on my own personal experience for this story; as a 7-9yr attending an “elocution” lesson. I knew, as a 9yr old, that I didn’t really need elocution lessons, as far as I was concerned, I could speak perfectly. (Although in retrospect, that 9yr didn’t quite realise how important speech is, how important tone is, and communication in general.) But so, as I felt I didn’t need to attend the elocution lesson, I let my mother know about this fact in no uncertain terms on the first day. I was overheard by the elocution teacher (a lovely old lady) who said to me, a very similar comment as what I have explained above. I felt while she did not teach me any elocution (I did not go back after that day), that old lady changed my whole perspective on how I spoke, from then on. And on a very subtle level, one that I did not have to give to much thought to from then on, its like my mind suddenly learnt empathy. In my encounters with other people, there have been many many, who do not know how to be empathetic. In fact, I can only think of 2 or 3 other people in my life who have been able to show empathy for anyone, and I have encountered literally thousands of people at this point in my life. This is why I’m writing about it, it’s terrible that people do not know how to be empathetic. It’s kind of important and lacking in Australia. So, if it helped me, it will help many people. Also, btw, on a slightly different matter, kids who feel like they’re going to ‘pee their pants’ before they go on stage, feel this way due to being chastised and humiliated previously in public, so most likely by their parents in bad toilet training moments. Save your child a whole childhood, and perhaps even adulthood too, of feeling like they going to pee their pants, whenever they’re nervous. Get it right – do your bit. And people, if this is you, who feels like peeing pants whenever you’re nervous, it’s because of your parent’s bad child raising skills. Blame them and get angry at them. Change does not come about unless there is action. J Above shown is one of my Ribbon Ring Wind Catchers, for sale on Etsy for $100 – my ribbon supplier is a new website, so I am not sure if they are retailers or wholesalers, they seem to be retailers, given the price of a reel of ribbon ($18), but according to google, they are the cheapest I can find, so must be both retailer and wholesaler. Maybe I am just getting old, things seem to be outrageously priced these days. 6. Bottlebrush’s under powerlines; don’t be afraid chop chop chop! Actually, you can see from this map photo , of a street in Millicent, South Australia, that those Callistemon’s are a little too tall (will be) to go under the powerlines. But, do not fret, because I know probably at least one and every four house in suburbia has one of these trees planted outside it - the councils of the time when berserk planting this particular tree! The root system of Callistemon is very tough and hardy, so instead of letting Council chop them down, (they tend to do a strange skew job anyway), they can handle a severe chop back, so chop it in half, maybe a metre off the ground, and after a while, once they put on some leaves and branches, it’ll just look really cute and dwarfy ball, before it spreads out with its new canopy, to fit fully under the powerlines. So, don’t be afraid to just chop chop chop! These screenshots are photos taken in the map app. So, the big car camera that everyone has seen, that takes 3d images as it drives around the streets, has captured these images. {It is awesome technology}. I do not believe in giving attrition to the map company; them wanting attrition tells me that they're just being greedy thieves. It is a public app – free to the public. Free is free. If I wanted to somehow make money by reselling their app, then and only then, there would be an issue. And if someone is telling a story online, on camera, and wanting to show a location with directions, then I expect those people to be able to show an image, maybe a screen shot of either map. WITHOUT ATTRTION or fear that some stupid vigilante dog is going to be on their back about copyright. As it is atm, that’s what it’s like for them, they are scared to use screenshot of map. Which is ABSURD, and shame on all the monkees trying to enforce map attrition. You have to fight them youtubers, otherwise they will eventually start charging money to download the app in their arrogance. There are only two map apps; Apple maps and Google Maps. I'll give you a little hint; if the screenshot is quite bad such as these ones then it's Google Maps, if it's a good lovely clear photo, then it's Apple maps. Having said that, I suspect both of them, especially Apple, have sweet talked the Queensland police into stealing from me if I use a screenshot of their maps. So, here is a good spot to say to hell to both of them, plus all their supporting cohorts online, who have taken much fun in playing vigilante police. ARSHOLES. Get off my back you stupid antagonistic control freak monkees. AND HEY, what about all the stories that I wrote that get stolen off my computer by these people? Dozens of them have been deleted off my computer, and dozens of photos have been deleted and my computer gets hacked all the time – they monitor my device transfer and muck up the photo process, sabotage. If I take photos of items on iPad, the item gets stolen the following day. TOTAL PERVERTS. Not to mention the “AI“ language – I can literally hear and see my writing reflecting back to me in AI!! Even FB steals my comments for their automatic robot responses. Plus, these nerds use my image to manipulate the people around me, with fake superimposed photos of me in compromising circumstance. Trying to save the stupid blondes. I have to redo my stories - that'll be $500 per story thanks very much Queensland police you stupid little idiots, being brainwashed by greedy female computer nerds. Geeze. 7. Canine dog story From 2000 until 2018 I rented on 4 different farms. 2 of them had dogs, 2 of them did not. I do mean the canine variety of dogs. (!) Farmers who supposedly have work dogs, as well as pets, (actually over my whole life, living and visiting many farmers, I don’t think I have encounted one farmer whose work dog was actually a work dog, or did any good workdog related activities! mmm maybe one…). I have to mention, those 2 farms that didn’t have any dogs, were so much more pleasant. There were kangaroos that would pop by, big monitors, heaps of birds…., no dogs barking. No humans trying to control the dog by harsh reprimands, none of that yelling “get down”. David and Brenda at Rangari farm had no dogs, thankgoodness. It is strange that so many other famers do. Just a better way of life, with no dogs. But I am a fan of the Dalmation – such a pretty coat….. 8. Unnecessary “Squelchy Mess” due to Bored Factory Food Workers I also noticed, and now make a comment, about the fact that they ‘pummel’ pork and chicken, with needles filled with liquid, and it’s meant to tenderise. It does change the taste and texture of the meat in a negative way. I feel these people who are in these industries, are absolutely bored out of their brains, and so they try to come up with things to give their life meaning, and this is what they have come up with. In the process, they have ruined something that was simply perfect as is. I can no longer purchase a leg of ham, chicken schnitzel or chicken nuggets from the supermarket that hasn’t been pummelled into “squelchy mess”. I noticed the large whole chickens have been pummelled as well, but not the smaller ones. 9.Hand-made Silver Ring Stolen I am reminded of this next story by the group of people (women) who “recreate” situations from my past. They are kind of like a self-declared secret society who do this in the hopes it will change the way I remember it. They think they are doing me a favour. Along the lines of a councilor / psychiatrist. When actually they are nothing but meddling control freak perverts trying to play “big brother”, and this is a perfect example of people who cannot see their own dysfunction. I have mentioned them before (photo story: “Re-creations” and “The dedicated lifestyle of copying me”). But most people would have no idea what I am talking about when I refer to these people, but I can assure you they are out there and they are real. The situation (and btw, I remember all these stories fine, without having to be reminded. But it’s like, they do a “timing” thing – still what that is about, I am not sure.) After they did it at Colosseum with the ants, I got to thinking, why would they do this; maybe it’s because I am unmarried, and so they can’t do stories about my marriage, or about anyone in my life. You know how so many women just like to sit around all day and gossip about other women, it’s one of their favourite things to do. So, they can’t do that with me. I think they are a little ‘chuffed’ about not being able to do that, so even as some form of protest they do “recreations” I mean if you could hear me, it must get a little bit tedious if there is only me, - it would be far more interesting for them if there were multiples of people in my life, and preferably a succession of different multiples. As it is, their “recreations” are a passive aggressive punch. “We want a slut!” I want further add, I think the fact that I am single has benefited the whole of Australia because aside from stupid recreations, they have to come up with other things as well things that don’t concern me, and concern everyone, and benefit everyone. I think being single, has actually benefitted the whole of mankind. I hope that’s not too narcissistic thinking, but it’s true. This time, the situation was when a young man incahoots with my flat mate, stole my special handmade silver and opal ring. It was made specially for me, for my 18th birthday present by my grandfather, the ‘opal’ is my October birth stone. I cannot remember the young guy’s name; I only remember his face. I do not recall how he penetrated our circle of female friends; it was just after we had left school and had moved to Sydney, 1993. He and I did not have any connection at all, so he befriended my flat mate. One day they went out together, and I believe she was pissed off at me, and so bitched to this guy, and this guy in retaliation, stole my ring. She was pissed off with me, as that day I had stood up to her and told her I was not going to do the washing up every day, -she had to do it occasionally. (She was a bit of a lazy bully – flat mate situations – such an undesirable way of living). Anyway, some years later I think in about 2010 or there abouts, I was watching an Australian opera performance on the ABC, and mid-way through, the whole show seemed to slightly side track, and there was that young guy who stole my ring, not quite as young looking anymore, doing a weird scene, being an arshole again on stage, it was like he had not changed at all, and wanted me to know he was still a thieving arshole who was manipulated by stupid bitches! Anyway, later the producers of that opera apologized, they had no idea that guy and dog cohorts in the art world, had inserted their own personal mission of bitch into their show. But I want to say also, he is not the only one who does that on national TV, there are quite a few self-declared important people who play this game, it happens a lot. Male and female alike, putting their message across in passive “ARTISTC” ways. Unbeknownst to the producers or directors. And those other “bitch message people” would probably just have been manipulated by some stupid bitch like my 3rd born flat mate bully. I notice they do it in many good documentaries too, with valuable information being passed on, but then all of a sudden, they go ‘off track’ with someone maybe blurting out a big furphy – yet still talking really seriously, so unless you know what they’re talking about, you may not necessarily catch the fact that they are lying through their teeth, deliberatley, inorder to ‘trick’ the viewer. I saw it happen again only yesterday 2024, on a YouTube video, with 2 middle age women (Summer Rayne Oakes). It’s really annoying how they do this; they think they’re being funny and clever, but they’re just self-aggrandizing people spreading evil. I think there is some girl by the name of Amy who does it – cross media? She uses actresses and hosts to carry out her bitch message. No idea who she is – but a dog, possible thief too. I think she is the person responsible for getting news readers to be mischievous too. I haven't written about this before; but there was a period or a phase where I was watching a news reader on a channel doing the news, and then I would switch channels shortly after, and there on the other channel was the same girl reading the news on different network!! I am wondering how an earth they did that, obviously prerecorded, but timing specific! It happened a few other times since, and on the radio as well! I figured it out; it is girls having their little girl bimbo fun; thinking they're trying to trick everybody and flip them out!! (I think they think everyone in Australia watching them is on drugs – so they are looking for “flippy dude” reaction! Or whatever stoner slang they have! Lol. I think that girl, 2023, had finally realized I am not on drugs and she has possibly made a big mistake with her life – little birdy told me. Such is the stupid bimbo nature of most women. They all monumentally fuck up. I haven't watched the news in years, so that hasn't happened in years, but recently with my new YouTube subscription, and the extreme weather, I often watch the little segments they do on YouTube. And again, I noticed there is one woman doing the same thing; she appeared on channel 9 news, and then suddenly she was on, I think it was Lithuanian news stream (!) - it's the same woman. I also put it down to the fact that she is an attention seeker – TV people, the biggest attention seekers of them all – total peacocks. And I have seen news readers totally doing ‘personal product placement’, like with shares and stocks! I wouldn't really care about such antics that little girls get up to, but I suspect it is those women, those newsreaders and their cohorts, who are possibly the ones causing nuisances in my life by doing “Car organizing” hoons; that is, they put stalkers, people who follow me, toot at me, and steal from me, in cars - they give them cars to drive around, different cars, plus pay them to do it? {different cars so I won't catch them and report them to the police – they are a police matter}. So, curse those News bimbos, because this behaviour is just as bad as walking into a shop, and shoplifting yourself, or walking up to someone and smacking them in the head – that nuisance behavior involving stalking, is a crime as far as I'm concerned. Aid and abet criminals. Going back to my ring story, that young man, because of his nature, that I noticed, at the time, I thought he was gay – but no, I suspect he’s just the mouse. This is why whenever my paths cross with young people, young men, I always explain to them how unresponsible, clueless and evil women are, in the hopes that they can stand up to them and be the responsible one. That thieving guy, never had anyone explain this to him. The ring shown is similar, but mine was slightly wider with more silver, this was the closest I could find (from Austral Stones). The stone was paler too. My grandfather’s name was Bill Flood (William Flood) he worked for the government, admin, but was a silversmith in his spare time. He was really a silversmith, but had 4 girls to support. When he retired from silversmithing, he donated all his tools and equipment to NEGS school. We got to make some jewelry in year 12, because of him. I swear our family is the only honest family I know. 10. List of Strange Things that Happen, Weird Things, Dodgy Things, Someone in my House These things happens if I leave the house or overnight when I sleep, I suspect some little unwanted spoilt shit is somehow getting in via me when I am asleep??? Otherwise I have no idea how they are getting in. I recall when I was living at Petersham, I had a front door that I never used, so I rigged up a velvet curtain over it. One morning I awoke feeling very strange, I walked out and saw that the curtain I had rigged up was moved, as if the door had been opened, and that door had a bolt, so it could only be opened from the inside, and I do not recall getting up in the night and opening the door – it was never opened or used. So something odd happened that night that I have no recollection of? I suspect foul play by little boys in the neighbourhood?? I am not known as a sleep walker, but once dad told me when I was 7 or so, I got up late one night around midnight, and walked out to the living room where dad was watching telly, he said I hopped on his knee, as I sometimes did and just sat there, dad asked me if I wanted anything I said no, then went back to bed! So that was a little weird. Half a tub of vitamin E cream suddenly disappeared. One morning, there was only one biscuit left in the jar and there was meant to be three. 5/12/2022 A metal hook appeared in my toilet, – like one used for abortion in the old days. Half a bottle of essential oil suddenly disappeared. 1 Mylanta tab of the two tabs, of my ibuprofen suddenly disappeared. 2022 There were two eggs left on one side of a carton, and next morning there were none. 12/12/2022 Upon returning from a 2hr outing, the large sponge on bottom shelf, of my tool shelf was lying on the floor. This was the day when Australia post wanted me to pay them $2 for a redelivery, when they should have delivered the day before. As if. I later was advised it was spam texts, and not Aus post. Just coincidence they contact me when I leave the unit. 5/1/2023 Chip in my good cup after I wrote about the dogs swapping my chip free crockery over for their bimbo chipped crockery 22/01/2023 (this is such a typical dishonest female thing for them to do). 22/01/2023 large toe nail tear, no pain in the middle of the night, was just there the next morning One of the cat pouches was off, only 1? I suspect as they wanted me to empty my outside compost as it was starting to smell, so they put in or swapped, a bad pouch. The yellow seed envelope that I had just written on and chucked in to the seed room (where it landed in an undesirable spot) was taken – never to be seen again. 28th Feb 2023 My black lycra was swapped over for navy blue, and I suspect my jersey stretch needles were swapped over for blunts, I had to order more, and lycra needles are in high demand atm22th Feb 2023 2 dents appeared on my fridge overnight, on 2 different nights. On both occasions when it happened, someone left stupid comments on my fridge vid, on youtube. Bluetooth that I specifically switched off on ipad pink, after I came home was switched on. Also, the powerpoint for the hair dryer socket was switched off, when I had left it on, and my pkt of Quells was found on the floor. May 2023 Rack off you stupid retards. 11. Female Thinking re “I want to beat you so badly and since I can’t, I will just kill you” On my life blog, I frequently talk about the stupid bimbo nature of most women. I have another example here for you. I used to sell my designs on Sflr, but I was banned - my account – Emily Bieman, was deleted. And the reason, despite what they will tell you, the real reason is quite different and most bimbo. You see, I have a lot of girls that try to ‘beat me’, and compete with me, this is normal, it has always been the case, ever since school, I believe they try to beat all their peers, (especially popular amongst 3rd borns – stupid 3rd borns). I have termed them “Competitive Bitches”. Some people may know them as Basketball players too. But so, they see something I’m doing, and want to do it too, but plus want to do it better than me. They want to show off and want to gain my praise. Which is fine, I am guessing it has been this way since the dawn of time amongst women. I mean, you could categorize this as inspiration, I myself see ‘shiny’ photos in media’s, and let my imagination go with such a design, maybe use it somehow, be inspired somehow... But these girls on Sflr took their “I want to beat you” attitude to the next level, by banning me!! ”You can’t win now, we deleted you! ha ha!” So, the competition on Sflr actually got pretty fierce, they have Design Challenges for designers, and I was kind of in my element, because one of my favourite things to do, aside from designing fabrics, is looking at other people‘s wonderful designs - and some of them were getting really good, like the standard had jumped considerably from when I started on there, to what, six years later. I felt it was a privilege being able to view those designs, I never felt intimidated or deterred by them, even though by comparisons, some of them were out of this world good. And so, every time I would upload a design onto Sflr; I’d get shown, by the Sflr dogs, at least 10 more designs of similar category, (they went out of their way, and to considerable lengths, in various media’s, to show me bigger and better designs) and some of them were truly spectacular, there’s no doubt about it. I certainly do not claim to be a super skilled illustrator (read my School Art Story..). So, I feel even though Sflr girls went out of their way to show me their designs, YET, still I kept persisting with mine; and this is what drove them NUTS, “but we beat you, we beat you”. So, since I did not give up, they just banned me!! This is how cockanninnie stupid women think! Stupid. BTW, I sold quite a few of my designs, I used to let the money bank up, then when it was great enough, I would not withdraw it, but spend it on their fabrics, it was a great way of still being able make my own clothes whilst being on a low income. So those Sflr dogs not only screwed me, but they screwed my family, because after I die, my fabrics would have continued to sell on that website, bringing in royalties, which would’ve gone to my family - now no longer will, they lose - royalty screwed. (After I wrote this, I noted there was a stranger than usual vibe in getting my blog in public view.. who knows maybe computer nerds are scared of my family, and so have made sure none of them will see my Blog?). I ought to mention, there are other people, male and female alike who, like to turn their work, - their day job, into a game, to make the day go faster. So, the game then becomes a competition, and a competition over every little bloody thing. And I would like to say, those people are highly retarded and really annoying. Especially for those people who struggle to get through the day, and want to take it easy – they do not want some gung-ho lunatic trying to beat them, then calling them a loser if they indeed did pack the box slower than you! {or whatever the task at hand was.} I have also encounted many people, (usually 3rd borns), who can’t think of anything to do, until they see me doing something, then they get all excited and want to do it too, and try to do it better. There is also some stupid blonde 3rd born who thinks it is perfectly fine to sabotage some other girls life /business, as she thinks life is a competition, and destroying other girls life is the point. Seriously that is how some 3rds borns think. Beyond comprehension for me, of how stupid her mentality is; STUPID BITCH. MOTHERS STOP BREEDING MULTIPLES. Please! And, I hope all Sflr girls, get cancer and DIES -burn in hell bitches 12. Correct PH soap for ladies It astounds me how most soap manufacturers (not mentioning any names, Palmolive) there are, that aren’t aware of the correct pH for a lady. This one knows about it, plus it has the most beautiful sent ever. BTW, I believe certain supermarket ladies know about the importance of a balanced PH and also, they know how to change the PH with certain processed foods, and, I am saying, manipulation goes on in order upset the balance in women they don’t like. (Yuk, and way to send me the female dogs! It truly astounds me how revolting and dysfunctional some women are, so obvious the type of family they are from, one consisting of males who are uncivilized, uncultured, unrefined, unpolished, uncultivated, unsophisticated, rude, disrespectful, woman hating and primitive. - Horrid). Also, as of 2023, Palmolive/Colgate do not use recyclable plastics in any of their packaging - how irresponsible and greedy. Do they have any idea about the worldwide pollution problems? 13. Bundaberg court employs unsavvy judges What a scam the judges are who work at Bundaberg courthouse! They can’t even tell when a police officer is lying! pathetic! Police lie all the time to get a conviction, they are a disgrace. What’s more in order to win and get a conviction, a police officer will lie to themselves, in a wishful thinking way, so they can easily convince the judge (many of them have dysfunctional issues – major ones, it’s a whole industry that attracts certain ‘dsyfuncts’.) I’ve had two court experiences in my life, one car rego related, and one rental bond related, and I witnessed total organised corruption by the courts, they are designed for people who have the most money, and the most friends, plain and simple. They are a sham and not a place of justice. But, I get the distinct feeling that all judges are only looking for is one thing, and that is remorse, (and a touch of humbleness). It doesn’t really matter to them if you’re guilty or not, they figure if you’re in court, you must be guilty, but if you’re remorseful, they’ll be lenient. But this explains why there are so many troublemakers; those kinds of people that get in trouble all the time with the police and the courts, they know how to play that game of being remorseful and humble, well some of them I guess, you know it’s just all part of the fun and games for them, the game of being a mouse. I guess no easy fixes to crime, but you know if I were in charge I’d be fixing the problem by locking up thieving offender’s parents for raising such a bad person. 14. Fancy Appliances, Remote Access And Rival Appliance Companies I have mentioned this before and that’s the ‘fancy appliances’ syndrome. These days, fancy appliances have ‘remote access’ by their makers. I had a problem with a LG washing machine, a Fisher and Paykel dishwasher, and a Panasonic vacuum, in the past. I will spare you the details, but I reckon, they can access those electronic appliances remotely if they wish (once my car was tampered too, and they switched off the engine by remote access – they were playing silly buggers, and showing off, because there was no need to turn my car off), but suffice to say, that is how they helped steal my Fisher and Paykel dishwasher, by locking the door. Definite theft. And there was a ‘rival appliances’ thing, I won’t bother explaining that, too silly. And also last week when I went to check the date for my appointment with Carol, that I had previously made a month before, that I simply can’t miss, I had written it in my digital Outlook calendar, and when I checked it, the date said the 23rd, and so I turned up on the 23rd, she said I do not have an appointment on the 23rd - it’s the 30th. Then I thought back and recalled, yes, it was the 30th, and I had written it in my calendar as the 30th. But I have computer bitch nerds that hack my computer (quite common, they do all sorts of nuisance things) and changed that date – they also deleted my money reminder (fuck off and get a life you retard). You have to ask why they would do this so; it’s because they want Carol to think that I am confused. In other words, they don’t want her to believe me, if I mention to her that my neighbours and retailers are stealing from me. They are in effect playing sides – little bimbo girls playing sides; who do not know, that one day, they will get their comeuppance because of it. Btw, I do not know who is sabotaging me – thus they are the ultimate of cowards. Also, I know with new security cameras, user can press button and turn outdoor camera into loud speaker. One of my neighbours at new spot does it as a means of verbal harassment – but only 2 or 3 times, though. So, there is a thing: sound persecution via remote access devices: sounds and electric beeps. At Builyan someone had set up a device that beeped every 25 minutes all night. Not sure if it was to annoy people, or they just forgot it was on and were away? At Gin Gin, Kookaburra Park someone put a phone under my house and was verbally harassing me that way for about a week -that could have been the local police – police people are from dysfunctional families, and so really stupid things. Especially the ones in Queensland. Only yesterday as I update this, in 2026, some tool walking around the paddock bush with kookaburra loud speaker. Morning problems here at this address. They seem to leave at some point, after making a point to harass; it’s like their daily job is harassing me. Coward. Then microsoft do a restart update – a clear pattern. Kogan may have done just this on my 13mnth old benchtop dishwasher; the pump suddenly just stopped working - so they paid for return postage, but I had to get a replacement as they REFUSED to replace the unit, only refund me, citing “model discontinued” – when IT SURE AS HELL IS NOT, same unit is still available, but doubled in price from when I purchased. Plus they have given it a letter “B” at the end of the model name (only if you check it) – what a DODGY SCAM – so they stole half the money which is $500 extra I had to pay for new one as I will keep interim one for backup when the next one breaks down, and of course because of police giving me fake speeding tickets of $1000, I could not afford same unit, and had to get small one, which is way too small. (no doubt same stupid dogs who arranged this, was same stupid dogs who arranged that hopeless too small unit at Sarina?). I have had to spend $4000+ on a benchtop dishwasher since 2015 – mainly because there are NO REPAIR MEN – and WOMAN steal them from me. Stupid little 3rd born dogs raised by bimbo mothers steal them. 15. Recurring Dream I seem to have this strange recurring dream, (2021) about a person, maybe a big old man, who is this extremely depressed, oppressed, oppressive person. Who wants to oppress everyone around him, and not allow any free thought or fun- it is most peculiar, and I’m a little annoyed about it? (I feel like this person could be from movies that I watch) I maybe feel like he has an ulterior motive to inspire fairytale behavior in other people “never fear, I will rescue you from that tyrant young maiden” Although one night, I awoke, after I had come up with a joke in protest, in my dream – which is most peculiar for me, (being a first born, jokes aren’t something I naturally do, and especially in a dream when I am sleeping and all common-sense thought processes are sleeping too.) So, instead of a message in a bottle, this is message on paper, and I’m throwing it out and hopefully magically, stops the oppressor in his tracks (which is often the case when I write things down). It did. Or it could have just been a dream about this guy that crossed my path in Bundaberg, (his name was Moses), he was a non-thinking idiot who takes home a monthly salary in exchange for not thinking, not taking responsibilities for his actions. He is someone responsible for incarcerating innocent women – literally in the physical world – oppressing them. He is ALL that is wrong with the world. In regards, to the above where I mention I am firstborn, so making up jokes is not something I do. So, the other day, I came up with a joke!! It concerns the expression “now you better be nice to people in life, otherwise, you’ll have to come back as a donkey”. It’s quite a common expression, must’ve originated from India, where they believe in reincarnation. And, there’s a hoon that hoons past my house frequently, they’re a total nuisance, they constantly revving up and down the hwy, disturbing the peace and tranquility here at Kookaburra Park, and polluting the air. Someone told me that they are “mules”, as in people who supply weed to local drongo‘s between here, Bundaberg and Gin Gin. So, I feel like telling that bloody little hoon; he’s got the worst job in the world, as he’s come back from a past life, as the worst thing possible, a mule! (mule/donkey, same thing! lol!) Just a little side bar; saw a few docos on North Korea, and talk about unlucky if you are born there in this life. Major tyranny going on there. Mind you, I bet they wouldn’t have the “stupid little girl petty theft” problem, like what goes on in Australia and (France, Italy, America….). I saw, in 2016 an American tourist visiting North Korea, O Warmbier, was caught trying to steal a poster in his hotel room, and he was sentenced to 15 years hard labor in prison there (!) which he did, no one could save him. When he was released, he was in a vegetative state, and died a few days later. I would condemn any stupid little girl who has stolen from me, with exactly the same sentence and treatment. Those stupid thieving bimbos have no idea what is in store for them. The dreamy image is “Beach Water Stripe Waves 2020 Indi ” by me for textile prints. https://www.redbubble.com/i/scarf/Beach-Water-Stripe-Waves-2020-Indi-by-emilybieman/77343940.B15PI 16. Bitches at Big W who pretended to have lost my Bike This are the two bimbos who were serving me at big W because bloody hopeless online Big W couldn’t arrange for a bike build – so I had to go instore and put up with these dogs who are pissing about pretending that my bike was stolen when really it was there. Not only did I have problems with these two staff, but people at the counter waiting to be served, also chimed in. Bimbos Bimbos Bimbos (not to mention the over speaker dog bimbo as I walked through the Sugarland Plaza in Bundaberg - FUCK OFF DOGS. Online Big W IT people; get your arse into gear, so I don’t have to put up with the stupid dogs, who discriminate against me, and harass me in this passive aggressive manner. BTW, I ended up spending about $800 on a bike, after about a month of riding it, I determined that my arthritis in my knees was bad enough to prevent me from bike riding, so I had to get rid of it any way. I sold it at Bundaberg Tender centre for $100 – what a total waste of money – I could have purchased an electric scooter. Which is what I need now (still with my Collapsed Arch). Btw, in Mackay they have an electric scooter company who supply public parts of Mackay with scooters, I thought I will try one there to see if they actually work (my experience in life when it comes to electric battery-operated goods is not such a positive one so far). The first time I went up to Mackay, the app was not working, so I could not try it. Then I fixed the app (turned out it does not display if you have bigger sized text on your phone (young non-thinking selfish app people, and who btw, never replied to customer support request). So, I drive up there a 2nd time to try it, and those same stupid IT people, I bet, took over my scooter and said “sorry this scooter cannot be used due to maintenance” – twice on 2 different scooters. So, talk about HOPELESS. My experience with electric goods is still a negative one – hopeless battery people, hopeless IT nerds. Hopeless woman in Mackay Botanical Garden car park info centre. I need a photo of that bitch woman at the info centre too, she definatly needs naming and shaming -she should not be allowed out in public at all, she is HOPELESS NEGATIVE NANCY. Naming and shaming is the only way to deal with those people who are firmly rooted in the community. Actually, I suspect that stupid woman is part of the ‘dog network’ who go around telling people contrary to the truth; so, as I do have a collapsed arch, and CAN NOT WALK through the Botanical Garden, she implied that I did not have anything wrong with my foot. STUPID Sometimes it takes an outsider to see a bully and call them up on it; as they have been around for so long in their community, everyone else has got used to them, and puts up with them. No need to thank me. 17. Phone Numbers of Girls that Call me and Hang up, or Lie about Who They Are Since I did this – huge reduction of nuisance callers. If only I had of started keeping a list all those years ago; they were way more of a problem 5-10 years ago, then they are now. You WOULDN’T BELIEVE how many Nuisances Calls I receive! Not only do these little dogs follow me around the streets, but I get little dogs who call me up, and sometimes they just call and hang up, or sometimes they come up with bogus names of who they are and reasons why they’re calling. Some of them actually have nothing to say they just want to call me (that conversation goes well) and some speak like zombies. There has been so many of these phone calls, that I now screen all my calls, so they have to leave a voice message and I call them back (if their voice message makes sense plus they leave phone number – (as my phone does not show callers phone number if they leave a voice message – what century am I still living in?)). So, this has been working for the most part, but occasionally, I have to turn voice message off, and receive calls, because I am expecting someone. So just last week when I switched voice message off, I received no less than 6 Nuisance callers again in that time voice message was off. I manage to get 3 of their numbers to make a list! 0490366018, 03 94524574, 0459135244 So hopefully in the future, any time I get a nuisance caller, I’ll remember to get the number and add them to my list to post online. (I did, see below) For many years I didn’t have a phone at all, quite happy not to talk to anyone on the phone, plus being low income, I couldn’t really afford a phone anyway, mobile phones with cheap plans were not around, not so long ago, the old Landline was an expense $30 a month plus calls. However, not having a phone does cause a whole heap of problems! Communication is very important, certainly if you’re dealing with customers or order inquiries… Oh, they have started nuisance texting me too. So, here is my regularly updated list of nuisance texters and callers; 0402239404 0499547096 0432552037 0492479842 0482701590 0428247942 0403460741 0427119853 0487123605 0411694453 0407433021 0488062149 0434427852 0432255088 0411396303 0401244559 03 70356710 0484855630 0423563543 0861463100 0432854982 0492286814 0410855042 0434330118 0410908522 02 90709639 0001800555937 0434152254 0480003055 0423268058 0413096738 0413096738 0423507314 0414068030 0423840798 0455102182 0419473600 03 99402003 0411536674 0421458162 02 8378 7951 0423057404 Matt Howley telstrasurveys@picniccustomer.com 0484959228 0418 246 677 0413 432 010 0432 623 155 0426 119 238 0484959228 0434 944 361 this person is stalking me. They only send me messages when I leave my unit and they pretend they’re from Australia Post but they are not, so police could you please do something about this person, they are a stalker and should be shot (or in your terms, in jail) 0432492799 – I blocked this caller then I received a call on that Melbourne number below – I think it’s Telstra 03 70436868 0466237493 02 82069448 02 3820 1103-Paddys River little place out of nowhere call me and hang up 03 92794098 0407422130 0474761681 This spam text message came after Kmart texted me saying I could collect my parcel 0462772903 chinese voice message 0461 360 531 0430 397 158 when I call back this number it says “your call can't be connected” so I suspect this is Telstra who does Nuisance calls and whenever I answer the phone they say “do you have any work available?” like what the hell is the point of that w... 0461 353 478 text asking for money. Are they complete morons? 03 40602590 a Chinese UPS company they constantly calling me in mandarin bugger off 02 40123529 0484 986 168 - ↓ 0475 839 988 – Aus post? Strange notification of undelivered mail? 0455 617 625 someone pretending to be mygov 4/26/2024 03 99895620 dogs playing washing Nazi games;fuck off you stupid mindless dogs 0498 193 263 Coles group 0474 104 286 Coles group 0475 836 226 Australia Post 0449 690 683 0461 347 115 fake courier 0459221054 fake couriertoll 03 81037094 0438 098 424 02 85525349 0285513777 0488838492 02 42031139 0488 838 521 (02) 9101 8660 0437992487 Emily at fake Centrelink 0400 745 789 probably a scammer trying to look for a house deposit (03) 9969 6482 0485 950832 got to be Telstra, some Asian, same one I think, calling himself joey now But mainly, the texts involve bogus courier companies, they must think, “oh, if only I could be a courier company” Also, these callers come in phases, sometimes I can go for a couple of weeks without having any of these nuisance messages/ calls, and then the next week I get two in one day, and a few more the following. Actually, I think it is related to the thieving, they seem to coincide with thefts? Plus, often just after I receive a hang up call, someone from gumtree contacts me with one of those automatized questions “Is this still available” – since no one buys any of my stuff on gumtree, I assume they mean they want to steal all the stuff I have on gumtree? The stupid woman across from me up the hill, yells out whenever I post on gumtree, implying no one is going to buy it because she is going to steal it. So, I really am not sure what is going on there, and why a neighbour would think she has control over every single person in the community who goes on gumtree, nevertheless, I do not sell my goods on gumtree, even if I list them for free, still no one contacts me. Lately I have received Nuisance texts from Centrelink numbers 0458 893 988 and 0419 473 600 and 0418 809 224 – maybe it is them pretending to be fake courier companies? Well, if so, it is up to me how I spend my money, not ANYONE ELSE, you wannabe husbands. 18. All Centerlink Jobs Providers - Employment Services forcing people to be slaves in 2021 (The one called Best Australia with Casandra Dunstan, in Gunnedah, has been the worst) Could somebody please go and bomwake them. It’s not up to you to tell somebody else what to do with their life. I would like to make a complaint against ‘jobs providers’ forcing welfare recipients to work for NO money, it’s called work for the dole, this is a form of slave labour, it’s disgusting, I can’t believe you even do it, still, in 2021. I have witnessed people’s paid jobs been replaced with so-called volunteers. And those volunteers have not been volunteers at all, they have been literally forced, like as if they’ve had a gun to their head, being told they will not receive any payments, they won’t be able to pay their rent or eat if they don’t work for so and so. It is truly revolting. The type of employer who take on so called ‘work for the dole’ people are greedy thieves who want people to work for them for no money- it is outrageous, and I can’t believe it’s allowed to go on in Australia. Australia truly is a backwards country. I also should mention, the certain types of employers who take on these slave labourers are connected people who have friends in jobs provider networks, and meanwhile, responsible ethical employers, have to pay proper wages - so why shouldn’t all employers. You may not be aware of this but in prisons, they used to have the same kind of thing - prisoners were made to work as ‘out sourcing’ for companies. It was a slow realisation that exactly the same thing would happen, people will take advantage of the prisoners who worked for nothing - the prison guards started taking kickbacks for prison workers, the police started taking kickbacks, to put in innocent people in jail – for work purposes. And because of this inevitable human greed, it is now against the law in Australia and America to use prisoners as outsource workers. So, Centrelink’s (or actually I should say Dep of education – apparently this is their cockanninnie idea) do exactly the same thing with these unemployed, infact, someone unemployed as less rights than a criminal in Australia. Anybody involved in work for the dole should be severely fined. I was advised the jobs providers has nothing to do with Centrelink, and work for the dole is arranged by the Department of education, - that’s what centerlink advised me multiple times. So it is the dep of education I wish to complain about. Given my recollections of the public primary school I attended; which consisted of mediocre, psychologically abusive teachers, with sub service curriculums - it’s no wonder they came up with such a tyrannical autocratic cockanninnie scheme. Btw at least 2 of the Jobs providers I have had to attend, wanted to take advantage of my sewing skills for their personal friends and family, and not pay me properly. They are a total female scam. It is not some complete strangers job, to tell somebody else what to do with their life. Everyone knows how much the government spends on welfare for unemployed, and it is very minimal compared to all other sectors - in fact every single other sector gets more money than unemployed people, unemployment in this country is low. So the reasons those Department of education women (little girls) have concocted slave labour is for themselves, it is not for money - it is out of sheer dictatorship - it’s foul. I can't believe I have to even put in a complaint. Wakey Wakey. Btw, 2 yrs later after this Jos Provider, a new one told me as I have my seed business, I do not have to jump through their hoops anymore. So this would have been the same rule with Bundaberg and Gunnedah Jobs providers, but they did not say anything, they wanted to continue to try to get me to jump through their nazi hoops. I hope all those people get cancer and die, then burn in hell. 19. Centrelink’s job providers playing teacher and Casandra Dunstan at Best Australia Centrelink’s Jobs Providers, antics Remember when you were kids and you used to play ‘teacher’ – someone, usually the eldest would sit their siblings down and say, right, I’m going to be the teacher now, and I’m going to teach you what to write down…. they would just mimic the teachers that they’ve seen at school!! And usually after a while one of the ‘students’ would say, hey this is not fair! I want to be the teacher! Then of course it all falls apart, and all go off and do something that’s actually fun. This is what those bloody jobs providers do, they play ‘teacher’ they are stupidly ridiculous. I can only assume it’s because of their negative teaching experience they had as a child, they intern have the subconscious feelings of, “now it’s my turn, my turn, my turn, I want to do it.” I’ve written about it before how hopeless (particularly public primary school) education is in Australia and this is just further proof of the negative results that occur due to the way kids are taught in primary school, in this kind of oppressive superiority way (I would go so far as to say ‘nazi’ way) This one, Carol Watson from Coact Jobs Gin Gin QLD is just as bad as the others – total liars “well Centrelink said we have to enforce” – liars. So far, they have all been guilty of playing ‘teacher’, this is the 2nd one I photographed, but now I get their full names and photos for the record (this makes a difference) – I definatly should have started doing that before, because some of them are total ‘fakers’ and btw, this is the third ‘Carol’ I have had, so maybe not a coincidence, it would not surprise me if they did not use real names, it has happened amongst women in my past, often they use their maiden name too, and not their current married name, in an attempt to avoid future repercussions of their bad behaviour. And I wanted to do a whole special other photo for the Jobs provider in Gunnedah Best Employment Services, but it was before I started wearing bodycam. I was contacted by Casandra Dunstan, (I have previously written about her, but it was deleted, so this is rewrite, after I think I had an encounter with her dysfunctional daughter. This particular person is the epitome of a stupid bulldog, bulldozing her way over people, the epitome of a Nazi bully bimbo bitch. If anyone deserves to be put down, it is this woman, she is a disgrace and would be an absolute horrendous mother, as I believe I have had an encounter with her daughter, I can’t say for certain if it was her but it looks like her – and what a bundle of incompetent, unequipped, and pointless waste of space she is. This person Casandra Dunstan was incahoots with that stupid little blonde girl that I have previously mentioned on numerous occasions, who steals from me. Once I went there – they force you, threatening to cut payments if you don’t (and they do stop payments). She had got literally, a retard girl in - a ‘mentally challenged’ girl from the Gunnedah community who did not have caring parents, and was herself a little bitch, and asked the retarded girl to follow me around and ‘ride me like a horse’ so to speak. Can you believe that? Am I surrounded by morons? Yes I am. Another time she put a camera on me when I was using their computers, as we can; she was doing it in a very strange way -it was at the time when I just discovered the effectiveness of cameras and I was starting to use them - like when I went to Bunnings. That blonde girl that steals from me was there then too – I must be hitting the nail on the head with cameras (I know I am – OMG thankyou thankyou). If only I had of worn one whilst attending Cassandras appointments. She most definitely needs to be named and shamed, and her picture needs to be posted up for stoning. This woman relished in fear mongering, she turned my payments off, on a regular basis for no reason, or made-up reasons, she didn’t allocate me any of the allotted money for unemployed, like for shoes and petrol - she gave it to her friends, I think she might have been friends with Debbie Croft. I was forced to do a significant amount of paperwork for absolutely no point, and she knew it, but she just relished in being a Nazi and wanting to ‘boss’ people about, even if there was no valid reason at all, like she couldn’t see the stupidity of it, and the stupidity of her behaviour - which was just so obvious to someone like me. I can plainly see her retarded mental thinking abilities. I know in the workplace I have heard stories of employees often having to put up with bosses who are completely stupid, but this woman really takes it to a whole new level and I don’t know how Centrelink could possibly employ someone like this - with such a little common sense. She also has 3 female bully friends who came and attacked me at Gordon Barry’s - talk about backwards hillbilly behaviour. I most certainly hope she will get cancer and die (this being, again the least of what I would like to happen to that particular stupid woman and her stupid minions) I would be surprised if this hasn’t happened already, the meek really do inherit the world. I complained to Centrelink and the Department of education – they did nothing. (after that, was when Cassandras 3 friends attacked me at the local farm shop) I was later advised by a little birdy, that she and that jobs provider was a ‘class’ issue, you can interpret that however you want. But clearly to me, this means she is scum. They also did signs to me before I went there – clearly saying ‘wrong one’. (I had no choice) why is Best Employment still in operation? Usually they close these scum ones down?? Centrelink’s job providers name and shame, most are missing, after I started photographing them, no more appoin Unfortunately, I did not get a photo of Casandra Dunstan because that’s the main one that needs to be shown here, along with Graham Kent and Courtney Lange. I did, however get a photo of these 2 jobs providers. The blonde looks like Heath Barwick‘s mother (not that I have ever seen Heath Barwick‘s mother (!), but she has the same mannerisms as Heath). I have mentioned that I have people from my past – bullies, that the dogs place in the jobs provider office, as “Fake jobs providers”, who just want to play Nazi. So, this could be the case with her - I’m not entirely sure. It’s happened before as I mentioned on this blog. They are CUNTS. The other woman, I definitely have not ever encountered her before, she is an Islander. There are no Islanders in New South Wales, they’re all in Queensland. {I have seen a few documentaries about this; around Australia there are quite a few islands, the Solomon Islands for instance, and their life on the island, is so good that women breed up like rabbits, and so then of course there’s no jobs for them, so they immigrate to Australia, or just obtain work permits and work here. There are a notable lot here, probably in comparison to my story where I describe if you’re from Gunnedah and your move down to Sydney you get ‘culture shock’ because of all the Asians. Well, in Queensland, it’s not the Asians, it’s the Islanders! Lol. Anyway, I did not take her photo because she’s an Islander. I took it because she is a Cunt who refused to do a phone appointment, and insisted I do a face-to-face appointment (oh the rules), and as a result I hurt my foot some more, and got sick due to a virus that was handed out deliberately by her cohort friends. (I do not discriminate). Since I have started putting up photos of those women that my play Nazi, I haven’t had any more appointments with any jobs providers. But this might have something to do with the last one who advised me that because I have my seed business, I no longer have to attend their appointments, and have “marked” it so with Centrelink. So, it would’ve been nice if all the other jobs providers for the last 10 years, had of also advised me of this, instead of just wanting to play Nazi with me. They are CUNTS. And they have caused considerable stress and annoyance. I WANT COMPENSATION (in the form of my own home). 20. Mothers paying for their sons mistakes in the form of Cancer. It is worth being a good mother. Read up about it, don’t just bumble along. This was one of my fake Jobs providers at Gin Gin , she says her name was Alice King from Gin Gin Employment Services, www.impact.org.au I am prompted to rewrite an update on this Photostory, because for a moment there, I couldn’t remember this woman’s name. I recall it was probably a fake name, but, so, I went to find our email communication transactions, and I discovered my whole job providers folder from Outlook, was gone. Vanished! (also, my Gumtree folder was deleted too). ALARM BELLS. Anyway, I did manage to find most of our email communications on the server, as well as emails from Graham Kent and Courtney Lang, from Joblink Plus in Gunnedah. The reason I think she gave me a fake name, was because every time I went there, she reminded me of Heath Barwick, like she had the same mannerisms as him, and I thought either Heath Barwick has been in to see her before me, and she’s picked up on his queues, {which often happens a lot I find}, or she knows him, most likely a mother? I’ve mentioned I get fake Job‘s providers before on my Blog, so she is probably just another. I’m not saying she couldn’t find me a job, if I specifically told her where I wanted to work, (it could happen!)! But I believe the whole Centrelink system is “wrought”, by women; friends giving money to friends. Plus, I think she was possibly in cahoots with my landlord, Cate Rogers (who I believe is my sister‘s friend Weinberg from NEGS - she’s a total dog) I think there’s quite a few older NEGS girls involved in this “wroughting”. Plus, they follow me around, wherever I go, it’s completely weird. {unless there are a whole series of copycat look a likes}. They steal from me and are afraid of me (and are cowards). But they specifically got that woman, because Heath Barwick as caused so many problems for me, HUGE PROBLEMS (little idiot bully). And she would be to blame, ultimately. All his arshole behaviour is a direct result of her bimbo mother skills. (I was advised she was a hippie from the 80’s on drugs – whether this is true, who knows. People are always accusing me of being on drugs, and NOT TRUE.) The Jobs Provider before at Gunnedah, Joblink plus, were so bad, I believe they made a movie based on it, although with great exaggeration for the point of emphasis, and a changed subject of maltreatment/abuse. Graham Kent and Courteny Lang. (hopefully). I have made numerous complaints to Centrelink re disgusting Jobs Providers; threatening emails, absurd double/triple booked appointments, payment cuts for no reason, general power tripping, slave labour concerns, abuse of power, (I am not sure if I have complained about the whole fake providers thing yet! But not being 100% sure, about that, I am hesitant). But, many complaints – Centrelink do nothing about complaints. Well certainly before COVID19, they did nothing. It is really important documenting everything, so you have a record for complaints. You need to complain about any grievances, otherwise those people will do it again, only more severe. 2 1 . Centrelink Nazis (This contains strong emotional language; if you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen) This is a repeat of the Centrelink Nazi story on my Blog, P2 , but Centrelink have caused so much unforgivable anger from their disrespect, that I am putting it in again. I can’t begin to explain the monumental problems I’ve had when going to Centrelink. The girls that work there are the most revolting creatures I’ve ever encountered, worse than the electric companies and worse than the female staff at Melbourne hospital, so pretty bad. I’m sure I have enough dirt on Centrelink that I could close the whole thing down! I mean that bad. From stalking me, following me home, to excessive wait times (5hrs once, all day). One time I received a letter from Centrelink which was so revolting in his bullish, condescending and powertripping gestapo nazi way, that I was determined to go there the next day and demand to know who wrote it. It was on my desk ready, only when I went get it - it was gone. Someone had actually broken into my house and taken this incriminating evidence that was sent to me (the girl later at Centrelink told me it was an automated letter– as if. Lying cunts). If somebody went and got a bomb, then dropped one on ALL of the Centrelink offices across Australia; I shall be laughing and singing; hooray hooray the witch is dead. The people that work at Centrelink need to be shot. They have no idea how to behave socially how to be respectful and how to do their job. Now, I always have my camera recording, this has made a HUGE difference, my life is somewhat bearable now. Infact one of the biggest area where body cams, and taking photos of people, naming and shaming them online, has been the most helpful and effective, has been dealing with Centrelink. Centrelink are such dodgy lying power tripping female cunts. It is beyond comprehension how they can live with themselves. They must be feeling soo guilty by now. But getting their photo and their names and preferably recording all interactions, is really an absolute necessity - they are absolute cunts and honestly, they need to be held accountable, because they have gotten away with basically murder. Also, that day when I was at Parramatta, my passport was stolen, and at around that same time, my birth certificate was stolen out of my flat. So that was 1994, first items that were stolen. (Reported to police, they can’t do anything). I suspect those thefts were related to the types of people I was forcefully encounted with, at Parramatta Centrelink, due to having to wait there for 5 hours. Back then (1995) Centrelink offices were packed, for some reason the staff liked to keep all the unemployed together waiting in lines – total time wasters, infact that seemed to be their main aim, to waste low incomes people’s time. CONDASCENDING CUNTS {I am not excluding the staff from the passport/birth certificate theft, infact more likely to be them. DOG NETWORK who wrought the system}. One time I went there, parked in their carpark out front, (Gunnedah one) while I was in there, someone tampered with my car, so when I returned, it did not start, and those nasty bitches at the counter, refused to allow me to use their phone to call the mechanic or a lift. FUCK I HATE THEM; they seriously need to be shot, especially the ones from Gunnedah in the early 2000’s, {but I have had Australia wide problems at different Centrelink locations since the 90’s. They are all cunts. The people who stalk me constantly are related to Centrelink offices, somehow. Actually, that office moved from its original building OPPOSITE THE POLICE STATION, to this other strange place with a small 3 car park in front of it. I think that is the reason why they moved! so they could fuck up anyone who has a car?? (they did not want the police to see them tampering with my car). I mean, those people at that Centrelink, could be possibly the reason that today, years later, some little stupid bitch, puts water in my fuel tank when I park at IGA. Unbelievable stupidity on behalf of the little people who work for Centrelink. Non thinking government workers. I'm entitled to WHAT I'm entitled to - deal with it you stupid little 3rd born retards. I have very clear memories of the staff at that Gunnedah Centrelink, and it is without question that those staff were pure evil and definitely responsible for the tyrannical Nazi harassment, they should be locked up with the key thrown away. But this was one of those situations, I believe that was addressed after a complaint to local MP, as they moved office again, and got new staff. But I assume that the evilness was not addressed (no incarceration with the key thrown away) which is why I still have problems from them? Seriously, you have to take action with these people, you can't just turn a blind eye. And I want to quickly mention here the total scam Work for The Dole- this is slave labour, there are no ifs and buts about it. If you think it’s your place to tell somebody else what to do with their life, you’re delusional, DELUSIONAL, D-E-L-U-S-I-O-N-A-L. It is not up to you to decide what somebody else does with their life, get a grip you stupid little girl control freak bimbos. (THEY FORCED ME TO SIGN A FORM STATING IF I GOT SICK I WOULD NOT SUE – -guilty as all hell - I did get sick, big time, and I believe it was a virus given to me deliberately by the dogs – that was their sole intention, to get me sick. There was someone stalking me when I lived at Tulcumbah, she was the main one who wanted me to get sick. I do not know who that blonde bimbo was, but I suspect she worked for a politician?? And was the same one who refused my aus study when I was 18. (Those women at Centrelink ought to be extinguished, seriously, total nazis). At the same nursing home (age 34), I got sick, and I have been a changed sickly person ever since, whole upper body and memory weakened especially with the onset of cold weather (I’m talking total flip out when I get cold, i.e. before virus; 1 doona, after virus; 4 doonas). I noticed in the first week a change in my memory, my memory had gone out the window within one week of getting sick from glandular fever I think it was that, it may have also been Epstein virus at same time? Or Pneumonia? Or all 3 -because of the ongoing side-effects from this virus, many years later, I was advised by some smarty-pants, that it's pneumonia. (Some non thinking workers let their kids roam-free there, so playground virus’s too). Why is there no correlation between dementia and viruses? – Btw, the virus does not survive in high temperature climates (In India, it is not the turmeric)– move to Darwin if you have never caught a virus and Dementia or Alzheimer’s runs in your family. I am pretty sure in winter here I can literally feel my head shrinking, and certainly my thinking is slowed in cold temperatures. Oh, one person who had MS, also believes like me, it is triggered from a virus. And Asma/allergies in kids is caused by virus (although pesticides are proving to be a big contender in that blame game). Looking back at this instant, and a few others when I have been sick, I can see the correlation between being treated disrespectfully, and getting sick. One seems to go hand-in-hand with the other. I wrote a whole story about it, somewhere on this blog. BTW, I have just discovered that if you’re on unemployment benefits and that if you have a baby- they will put you on a pension for 7 years, this is an automatic thing, which means that you won’t have to do any reporting. This is why there are so many bastards and stupid bitches that steal from me, because what woman wouldn’t want to put an end to the bullying stalking and harassment that goes on at Centrelink? - and they can do it just by having a baby. So aside from primary school teachers it is Centrelink who perpetuates evil in this world. The Australian Government did not pay my Aus study when I was 18 and entitled, yes, entitled, that’s what we do in this country, to encourage thinkers, because they had heard (there’s that Dog Network again), that I had gone to private school, so assumed that I must be rich, and not entitled to aus study - PATHETIC, how naïve are those stupid bimbo girls that work there. 3/4 of the parents that send their kids to private school, are battlers - the main reason they are sending their kids there is ‘education’ Education is a priority - they pinch and string together their weekly budget so they can send their kids to good schools (everyone’s heard the tales of what goes on in the classrooms of public schools). But those parents are from the same community, work in the same sectors, as those who have kids in public schools, the only difference is ‘education’ is the priority. Obviously, there are some very wealthy kids aswell (this is a democratic country after all, well, meant to be). Anyway when someone is of age – 18, they are entitled to Aus study, regardless of what their parents income is. So I hate to say it, but this is discrimination; prejudice and bias against those, who people think have money -and not necessarily do. A case of rumour has it. Stupid female Centrelink staff. Because, my parents DID NOT have a huge income anyway, Dad worked for the dep of Ag, and mum did not work – I would have been eligible to receive Austudy, but the stupid dog at the counter even refused (she was such a bitch) to give me a form to fill out and apply. So centerlink records show NO REJECTION. Now, at that time, I told my flatmate that Centrelink refused to give it to me, and she would have told her friend (the call girl/David Jones make up girl, plus those 3 guys who hung around – so I believe, all those people suddenly thought I was super rich, as I could not get Austudy, and were involved in the burglary we had at that time, and possibly all the thefts from me – SUCH FUCKING STUPIDIDTY, FROM NOT ONLY CENTELRINK BUT my supposed friends – not that I classify those people as my friends (they are obvious scum thieves), but they were in my life back when I was 19, for a brief 6mnths or so. These thefts have ruined my life. I cannot do anything because of it – such irony, it is Centrelink who has prevented me from working. SURROUNDED BY MORONS. They need to be sued over this - but do you think any Australian lawyer will step forward - as if; those hopeless whipped cowards. And by the way, and this next part was deleted, I have had to rewrite it here again; my friend at Tafe, in the 2-year Associate Diploma fashion course, was from Hong Kong, her parents owned a prominent jewellery business in Hong Kong city. Her father and brother lived there still and worked it. Her mother and she had moved to Australia for the point of study, and were living in their own home in Ryde. She received Oz study. And I was not allowed Austudy, even though her family were quite wealthy, certainly wealthier than mine. Obviously that same stupid Centrelink staff who said no to me, saw my friend was Chinese and said ‘yes, you must be poor’ – you can get it. Stupid. The Australian government and Centrelink are an abomination. Burn in hell female bimbo Centrelink dogs. {The problems I mentioned here, don't any anywhere near cover the amount of other problems that I haven't even written about. I can assure you, my accusations are justified.} You can see from the very beginning of my adult life, nothing ever just worked out. And if you read all my blog, you will clearly see it gets much worse. I really hope by ranting and raving about this, it’s made a difference and that some girl who’s just like me with working class parents, who turns up Centrelink at 18, doesn’t get refused, so from the very beginning, she can have a good start to her adult working life. (I have heard, it has, there have been changes, whether thast is true?) Btw – they are still paying for their mistake. Side bar, this assumption of wealth, is also related to people getting overcharged electricity each quarter, same thing, with people (bimbo women) assuming a certain family is wealthy, and so overcharging them. Basically, it is 2 factors that are the bane of my life, and its Centrelink, and the thieves, which for all I know could be the same people. You know Centrelink - you really should not be having this much impact on my life - it is not YOUR LIFE. I would like to add as another little side bar here, because it’s not just girls from Centrelink, some of my friends assumed that my father must’ve been paying for me when I was living in Sydney, and the only thing my father paid for, was when I was studying for 2yrs, was my rent and a $20 per week allowance for food and Course supplies, (plus a new bed, a Futon, which I still have, and love.) Like I mentioned, I wasn’t able to get the badly needed Austudy. (I starved those 2 yrs). After I finished the 2yr Diploma course, I was on my own, no more rent money from dad, I stayed with my aunt for a couple of months, then lucky I got a job and found a unit – with my aunts help. I am guessing she did not want a hungry starved 20yr old hanging around! Although for my birthday that year, in October for my 21st, I requested Dad purchase me an aquarium for my unit at Pendle Hill, which he did! (Probably should’ve asked him for a washing machine, but you know, young girls….) And a couple of years later I asked him if he would go guarantor for my car loan through Nissan finance, which he agreed to, so he didn’t have to pay for anything, but he just had to state for the record if I was unable to make payments he would cover the loan - but of course he did not have to do that, I am a responsible person and always pay my own debts. (Although Nissan finance and CBA totally screwed me with interest rate). Ended up paying $26000 for a $13000 car. Some people have since compared my situation to the phrase “teaching someone to swim by throwing them in the deep end”. Then 30yrs later after both my parents had died, I inherited money from the sale of Dads house in Gunnedah, minus a few depts and fees, then divided by 4 (4 kids). I then just sat back and watched everyone steal it from me anyway, - you know there’s nothing I can do when people are overcharging me. And later if I needed to sell something, buyers would only pay like $2 for a $1000 object. Where were all these 2nd hand items when I needed to make purchases? – I frequently had to buy a brand-new. (Except at the Gunnedah Tip Shop – thankyou thankyou) but really, life is a series of years of being totally screwed. Fuck you all. You know that expression “save the women and children” – well, not me, they are the worst! Maybe it’s just been my life where nothing ever works out, I’m not sure. It worked out for my parents, except they both died young (I personally believe they died young because they liked to think of everyone in society as “good”, they refused to believe about evil wicked ways of people – they just wanted to be ‘positive’ all the time). This is ultimately NOT HEALTHY. I’m writing about it in the hopes to make people aware of the problems vulnerable people go through. BTW, I want to mention, the fact I went away to school, also stopped me from getting a job in the local community, at the Coop, they gave preference to candidates from the local High School - that business went broke a few years later. Private / Public, it’s a definite ‘thing’. As far as I was concerned, I went to school, and I was punished for going to school. I just thought of something that worked out - when I moved to Rangari, that first year I planted dozens of trees / shrubs / fruit trees/veges, and that year and the following year, we had massive floods all throughout Australia and basically, I didn’t have to water any of my plants for that couple of years, which was absolutely brilliant, and a total godsend - it was like I was meant to be there, and I was finally on track in life. Unfortunately, 10 yrs later, once again in my life, an interfering bully ruins my life - the property sold, and straight away I was asked to leave. Life snatched away. Money snatched away. Good health and food snatched away. My hometown snatched away. I was ‘Cast out’ of my life. This country is run by bullies and is just full of bullies. I’ve done a lot of complaining about certain situations to Centrelink, occasionally I feel my complaints are addressed, but not if I complain to centerlink – they just ignore me. But my complaints to my local mp, gets addressed: they did change the reporting format -instead of going to Centrelink now, jobseekers are made to go to jobs providers, but still the whole process is a power tripping exercise for employees of Centrelink, it is run by women who know how to wrought the system, on one occasion I had my $800 bonus stolen from them. {Incidentally since everybody else in Australia received that bonus of $800, including dad - dad purchased a $800 new LED big screen TV with it. And it wasn’t shortly after that, when he died, and I inherited his big $800 TV. I thought how ironic, the government trying to screw me out of the $800, and ended up with it anyway! But, it was a few years later, when I was relocating, yet again, and the TV was out on the Veranda for a couple of weeks, until I found a good spot for it, and in that couple of weeks somebody vandalised and broke it. I suspect it has something to do with jealousy, because it was a huge TV, and here I was, very poor, yet I had this big TV, it incensed somebody enough to literally break it.} Someone later told me, it was not Centrelink who stole the $800, but the bank, CBA; just did not put it in my account, and that’s why Bonus’s now, are given in the form of electricity rebates. Hoorays for labour. It is my experience that unemployed people are not the threat to this country by any means, it is the well-connected, well-paid bully staff there that have no respect for any of the people on welfare and treat them in most cases worse than criminals, it is them that are a threat to the democracy of this country, it is them who enforce oppression, which, by the way, is still huge today- it’s not just something that happened in the last century. Why they employ ‘dog personalities’ is beyond my comprehension -a dog will chase its pray until it is dead, they are not people that are fit to work anywhere, let alone at Centrelink where there are many vulnerable people. Also, Centrelink and government staff would have NO IDEA about the kind of issues I personally have to deal with – they are clueless of reality. CLUELESS. One thing I’ve noticed that Centrelink staff (or jobs providers) do, and actually this is not restricted to Centrelink department; I find a lot of government departments do this, but well I will stick to my personal experience with Centrelink here; in the past I have had to do various activities or workshops or meetings, something for Centrelink, always with the nazi threat “if you do not attend your payments will be cut”. (And they have cut it numerous times, without reason, I have had to FIGHT them, to get want I am entitled to. CUNTS). So, with those situations that I have to attend, or spend time doing, I never get paid - Major strong feelings of their wasting vast amounts of my time, getting me to run through RIDICULOUS HOOPS. But what mainly annoys me, and is the motivation of these people, all of them involved are getting paid a big salary. Yet I don’t get paid at all - like these dogs are using me for money, and I have no choice in the matter. It’s like they want unemployed victims, so they can be used to make money, and power trip over, it’s really a very sick cat and mouse game they play. They are sickoes who have mental health problems. BTW, treating unemployed people with such disrespect, is not confined to Centrelink staff. I find the whole of general community of Australia treat unemployed people with such contempt and such hatred, as if the unemployed were serial axe murderers with a deadly contagious skin disease that they might catch if they show any respect towards them. The cluelessness and such willingness to jump on a hateful bandwagon is done with such a clear intention, it’s like they enjoy hating so much, and the desire to have a common enemy is so overwhelming for them, that they totally ignore common sense, it is shameful, I am embarrassed for them. I believe this attitude is mostly perpetuated because there are so many multiple child families in this country, and it's a 3rd born, 4th born etc thing. 3rd borns, especially female ones who have difficulties applying commonsense, always think that somebody else has it better than and they are missing out. So for them, they feel if they didn't have to work, their life would be better, so then seeing an unemployed person, its automatic envy - they're completely stupid, and everyone should start NOT having more than 2 kids. Honestly, it couldn't be any more clearer in my mind, that any more than 2 is absurd. Btw, on the pie chart, the amount of money the gov spends on unemployment is a teeny tiny fraction compared to ALL other sectors. ALL! And I think that mentality reaches out to all working Australians too, as I've noticed this thing in life, as an old adult now, when I encounter new people, the main aim of each person that I meet, is for them to tell me how hard they work, and that they hardly ever get any breaks, and they hardly make enough money, plus all the costs have gone up!! Pretty much every person and in fact, tells me this. It is their main aim to tell me, and make sure it is clear, that they work harder than anyone else. I think it is some sort of competition? To skyte about who works the hardest! {But I'm fairly certain, I mean, just a sneaking suspicion, in a lot of cases, it's not entirely accurate}, in fact in some cases, it's far from accurate I’m sure. But they fear being victimised like an unemployed person. Fear is their motivation. I have no fear. J You know in Papua New Guinea, that government pays whole communities to do nothing but breed. One man, I saw; 2 wives, 8 kids and no job! One woman; 25 grandchildren, no jobs in the remote area at all!! They don’t have to answer to any stupid power tripping Centrelink cunt. “Attend your appointment! Work for no money!” As if – it’s their culture!! {Maybe the Papua New Guinea government should explain to them about condoms. Maybe there should be free condoms sent out to all communities. Such financial costs, due to not wanting to talk about sex and condoms!!} J Well, the Australian people ought to be grateful I don’t have any kids! I noticed there are certain individuals who work in Centrelink that do not want people on unemployment benefits to work part time, one day or two days a week. Because that money is allowed by Centrelink rules, there’s a certain amount of money you can earn before your deductions get cut off or reduced. And so, there’s people who work at Centrelink, who don’t want people working to receive any extra income. (Defying their own rules). Those particular staff members want unemployed people to be working without pay only. Their attitude is disgusting and some of them go to great lengths to get recipients fired, or they sabotage them in some way, so that they don’t receive any additional income other than the Centrelink benefit. I’ve had female staff members from Centrelink follow me across town, and stalk me online -they are disgusting, not to mention stupid. They want people on unemployment benefit (which btw is $327 less than the Pension/ Disability Pension per fortnight, to only receive THAT amount, and no more) I believe these bimbos who follow me around and have sabotaged my eBay account so I cannot work my part time business there? They are absolutely tyrannical. My uncle thinks it is lack of money that motivates the fury in my blog, I really never thought about it, I shall think about it now; and actually, not having money is NOT the issue for the motivation of this blog. I left the workplace due to bullying, and it was my decision that I would be better off being poor, then to have to put up with the revolting female dogs. It was an obvious choice, it was definitely not difficult to make, it was an obvious right choice. No other path to tread. Back then, I don’t even think it was learning the ‘understanding of how the world works,’ and seeing how pretty much unfair and injust it is, even contributed to my decision. It was purely about the bullying. So now, it is the stealing of petty items with little monetary value, and the torment via harassment/stalking, that I receive out in public, the sign people, that is the root cause of the fury in this blog. (Musicians – fuck them). But, since I have been on low income for many years now, I realise it probably is something I SHOULD BE complaining about! If I look up the pension and pension disability rates - it’s extremely difficult living on $327 less than the typical pension. I mean how many times do you hear pensioners complaining about how little money they have? (a lot). Compared to my income, a pensioner is rich! Plus, I know 2 women slightly older than me by a couple of years or so, who both receive disability pension, and they have nothing wrong with them. Considering how much they use me and my moral compass – it is blatant theft! I guess I just don’t have a complainers DNA, and I guess it goes along the same lines as a fighter - a fighter would be complaining a lot about the lack of money I have to survive on. So, I’ll just put it quietly here now. I’m complaining. {This lack of complainers DNA, has totally changed since I was forced to relocate 8 times in 7 years, and have lost of my horticultural items that I purchased with dads house sale}. Theres nothing stopping me, I complain; but they try to stop me. Emily Ban-man. Would having more money put an end to the theft? Would having more money in the past enabled no thefts at all? and no harassment at all? can’t say for certain but I pretty much doubt it - because I don’t feel the theft is about the monetary value, it’s about tormenting me. The same way a stupid little third born would torment it’s older sibling. The people who steal from me, must be third borns, that haven’t grown up. (Stop breeding you stupid selfish mothers.) When are women going to stop having more than two kids?? Maybe a change of address would have helped, but I know the thieves who steal from me travel, it is easy for them, they are rich, they continue to steal from me up her in QLD, just as easy as on the remote farm at Rangari. Perhaps more money for security would help, more Wi-Fi cameras, security guards….talk about a bother. But, no, not the main fury, I think perhaps, the main fury is the thefts, harassment, and general disrespect, and being made to feel like a victim. About the disrespect issue, as I know that there are people who are disrespectful if they just see someone as unemployed, thinking them as hopeless lazy losers, but I can assure you I’ve done monumental good things for this country, that most people will never know. I mentioned before don’t judge a book by its cover, I’ll say it again, don’t judge a book by its cover. When those people die, they will be able to look back on their life, and see, what fucking idiots they were. (hopefully!) I want to quickly mention the Jobs providers, in my case at least, on one occasion, they put in people from my past, not real acquaintances, but bullies from my past in one way or another. (Fakers, not helpful people who will be able to find jobs for others. Unkind people). Also, it is pensioners that take up the largest piece of that pie when it comes to tax payers money. Plus, there are many government departments who have workers receiving salaries, and they do absolutely ‘muckall’, all day long. I’ve had some people tell me that their whole entire department has been bogus, they all just turn up, then take-home pay-packets for doing nothing. And because those people have families/kids, and are in need of an income coming in, no one really does anything about it. Apparently, it has been going on since the 50’s. So, if anyone should complain about someone who is unemployed and receiving the very lowest of low incomes, just remember all those people on salaries that do muck all, all day long, and take home upwards of $80,000/yr. I just saw a story on ABC news; Jeff Hunt suspended with pay for 2 years while he was investigated for recruitment misconduct, at a Sydney College. He was found guilty and resigned. So, he was paid for 2 years on a higher education salary, for doing nothing, paid for 2 years for doing nothing. Nothing! Excuse me government, but I would like to be paid a high salary for doing nothing too, fairs fair. I think a quick mention here, for unseen work that I do. I do visibly sell my seeds/designs and plod along with the work I do, it just does not pay enough – someone has to do it, and I have been elected. But there are people who work for the government who use me and my knowledge, my observations, and my skills. I can see my contributions reaching far across Australia, and nobody at the government pays me for those attributes. The greedy blonde dogs – steal everything. I will further put here the deliberate sickness by Centrelink cunts - I firmly believe there is some short blonde girl and others, responsible for forcing upon me, the whole scam slave labour ‘work for the doll’ program at the nursing home, because she knew if I was put in a nursing home I would get sick, because she believes that low income people get sick and high income people are healthy (she is fully mentally retarded in the head), so, infact I was extremely healthy, I’ve never been sick, I don’t get sick, I’m not a sickly person - both my parents were never sick throughout the whole lives (except as I’ve mentioned, mum had gallstones). So the fact that I was really healthy AND low income, really pissed her off. I mean unhealthily so, like a psycho. So Centrelink jobs provider got paperwork and said if I did not sign this, my payment would be cut (the form stated if I got sick, I would not sue Centrelink) – total nazis (burn in hell), the girl who gave me that paperwork was not a short blonde girl, she was some girl I’ve never seen before with big hair (just like that Chyro in that Seinfeld episode! – the old fashioned haircut!)- she was another female who is part of the dog network who try to sabotage me, she is guilty, just like that other short blonde, there’s quite a few of them that that work in cahoots to arrange this, so I would get sick and my life would be cut short, it was a calculated plan to save pensions. Most people are not aware that such goings on occur – most people are completely naïve. Those girls are truly evil. I have to kind of spend a few paragraphs explaining this whole sickness thing, but if you just keep ‘deliberate’ sickness in your mind, and then see all the other things that I’ve mentioned about swapping high class items over for low class - it’s a very clear pattern that is forming, clearly showing deliberate persecution and sabotage in Australia. It is most definitely driven by stupid little girls. It is not just the way life has worked out. I have a update on the Centrelink nazis; They have advised me yesterday that I can get a medical certificate which means that I don’t have to run through hoops for a jobs providers, meaning I don’t have to do their appointments and whatever else they want. So, they have done this, so that they don’t have to give me Disability Payment which is $330 more than my current income, so even though they have acknowledged my medical conditions (albeit asking me and my Dr to fill out incorrect form first (see – and pay an additional $150 at podiatrists – see their tactics, that’s what they do HOOPS whenever they can)) if you receive that medical certificate for 3 yrs, then, according to their own rules I would be entitled to disability. But they have come up with this loop hole, or changed rules, to get out of paying me that additional $330 more. So, I cannot work, and still unable to pay medical treatments. This is just another area in my life where I’m being victimised, and another area that I’m going to be pissed off about. They are true thieving cunts and I hope they burn in hell; my jobs provider is also to blame, who it was prob her that manipulated that Dr into lying about a fake breast tumour? And out of nowhere, a jobs provider called me, male, for once, and started harassing me for no reason, and cut my pay for no reason. But then on telly, they kept putting images of these two people, a couple that I encountered briefly when I was 17, from Sydney, showing them holidaying all over the world, and I don't know if it's them or someone that just looks like them; but the guy who called me and verbally harassed me on the phone, well it sounded like that guy? Their names were Christina, and, actually, I don't even know her boyfriend’s name - they could be married by now, Christina's surname was Alan. I don't know what they have to do with the price of eggs in China; but clearly more people who need to be told to fuck off? FUCK OFF. More hoops to get money switched back on. And then switched off again, to reset the “3 years”, that they ignore anyway. I just realised I’ve written all of this, and have not mentioned the phone calls; Monumental problems extend to phone calls; if I have ever needed to phone Centrelink over the years, OMG, pure vileness in their disgusting rude Nazi behaviour. Nor have I mentioned the “ungratefulness” of thieving government workers of intellectual property rights. Basically, a total abuse of power seems to be the common thing in Australia amongst not only government workers but the private sector too (little Nazis. WE AREA DEMOCRATIC COUNTRY) Some governments create armies to defend its country, the Australian government create dog armies to fight against its own people – cockaninnies. 22. These posts work Originally I had a photo showing a screen shot of a text message I received from Centerlink, stating I had 2 days to address a problem, or they would cut my payments. CUT CUT CUT See, now, they give me 2 days, whereas before they would just cut it, without finding out the issue – which IS ALWAYS THEIR ISSUE anyway. Except in Casandra Dunstan case, she would just cut my money for no reason, other than the fact she is a stupid tryannical dog bitch WHO JUST WANTED TO CREATE STRESS FOR ME. Ofcourse, this text could be a nazi text from Telstra. There’s no knowing as to whom actually sent it. Get off my back you STUPID LITTLE dogs. 23. Dysfunctional Doctors and Centrelink staff This next paragraph was deleted off my blog so I have separated this paragraph and done a whole new photo story for it. I just found out, as I’ve had chronic pain for 6 years now from this infliction, and I am unable to walk properly or do exercise, I am entitled to disability payment, that’s what it says on the disability Centrelink website. And disability payment is $300/fortnight more than my income now. So, it will be well worth my effort to apply for disability. So, I did, but because of the ways that it was diagnosed; A chiropractor diagnosed it, Dr Mohammed - just at the end of a back session, I just said to him would you please take a look at my foot, it’s so sore. He took one look at it and said straightaway, you have got collapsed arch. So finally!! I had some sort of answer, I looked it up, read about it, I looked at my foot properly, and indeed, I could see indeed the arch had fully collapsed, it was all floppy. So, Centrelink refused my disability, because it hadn’t been diagnosed ‘properly’. Apparently, a chiropractor who diagnoses it, isn’t good enough, they don’t believe him, although that chiropractor Dr Mohammed from Bundaberg / Gin Gin, did refuse to put it in writing! So, then I had to go to all the problems of obtaining all my medical records back to 2018 when I went to the doctor about it initially. Which did not help anyway. Plus, I obtained a letter from Cody Amos who I knew could see the planta fasciitis, as proof for Centrelink, but in the letter, he mentions I had first presented to him with a back problem. And I most definatly had not, I only went to him as part of my care plan for planta fasciitis, I never once mentioned to him my back, he never once treated it.so this indicates to me, he’s a big fat liar. They charged me too, when they should not have. Thieves. Dogs there, blonde dogs. So, it was Dr Abass who gave me a care plan for the plantar fasciitis (even though he never even once had looked at my foot), but he insisted I get an ultrasound and an Xray – EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN’T ACTUALLY SEE A COLLAPSED ARCH on either! STUPID. It’s so happened as a part of my care plan, I went and saw a podiatrist, Paul Wang because due to all the limping I had to do on my bad foot, my other foot had some pain, pins and needles, and he diagnose that as “toe impingement”, from walking with a limp due to planta fasciitis on my left foot – he could see the fasciitis easy. But for some reason Paul Wang won’t put that in writing for me either, apparently, he has left the clinic. Although his name is still listed at the podiatrist place in Bundaberg and because I later went to that place “advance foot care” (as Centrelink requested at a cost of $150) and saw a different podiatrist, a young woman Taylor Tatarelli, who couldn’t see the planta fasciitis at all, and said the reason I was experiencing pain was because I was walking funny! And she wanted me to pay $600 for an orthopaedic! STUPID! Plus, Paul Wang didn’t charge me at all, as per the Plan, and I shouldn’t have been charged by Taylor, but she charged $100, and I got $50 back from Medicare, so not only are they stealing from me, but possible wrong fully diagnosing my foot! Also, I suspect Paul Wang actually does still work there, but he didn’t want to see me because he knows that I have Collapsed Arch, and they didn’t want to put it in writing (all the dogs were there). Later that day I went to the Dr, Dr Enzo from the Moore Park Beach clinic - he could see that my left leg was in dire straits, from walking that day when I was forced to go to the podiatrist again, but instead of letting Centrelink know that I plainly cannot walk on my foot, or my leg swells up and is EXTREMELY painful, he did nothing – he is a young idiot. The woman at the pathology lab says he works incahoots with Dr Abass – so both of them are fucking sadists arsholes. (Dr Abass, when I went to him for proof that I had a Collapsed Arch, he said he couldn’t give it to me.) Yet another clueless GP. I will keep persisting with an appeal. Still denied – Centrelink CUNTS, July 2022 – still cannot walk for longer than 10 minutes and have foot pain. So cannot work and have not enough money to live on. So, I want to further add to that appointment, because that swelling in my left leg and pain particularly around my knee lasted for a couple of days, but what I noticed that the pain extended right up my left side and into my left boob. So, the podiatrist who, just before was poking, prodding, and rubbing the ball of my foot, for what seems like at least 20 minutes in painful manner, also had me traipsing around on her walking electronic measuring pad - she did something to my foot which set something off on my left side. I TOLD YOU I CAN’T WALK ON MY FOOT. Or this is what happens. Dr Enzo had no idea what was wrong with it - NONE So, several months later, I’m still getting pain in my left boob plus it’s red. Maybe the podiatrist set off a pre-existing injury, as I was kicked in that boob several years ago which caused a big huge inflammation of the cysts, (which were removed), and that boob to, was also squashed brutally by a bitchy bimbo female lab technician at the Melbourne hospital during a scan. So possibly those two past injuries maybe the root of this new aggravation, or it could be something else like mould in my new unit? I am not sure; I’m going to have to make another doctor’s appointment to try and determine what the problem is. So, both that MPB Dr and the podiatrist, had no idea what either was doing. (Yet Centrelink you are relying on their confirmation? Stupid) I did go to another Dr in my new location, I could not get in to see the local Dr, as there were bimbo receptionists there. The first app with Dr Armstrong went well, but then I could see the dogs had gotten to her, and she totally fucked up, I write about that on my first Life Stories Dr experiences. But I deduce it is the mould setting off my lymph nodes – possible a bacteria I picked up in my inflatable spa last year as I had my arms over the top, where the lid was, so that yucky environment, where there was no actual water that had the acid added to treat it. Maybe I will mention it to a new Dr if I decide to go again, but really – they are so bloody hopeless. So back to after I just visited Dr Enzo with my swollen knee (by now I feel everyone is trying to rip me off or steal from me or do ‘badly’ by me in one form or another): As I have fluid and swelling in my whole left leg now, that extends into my left breast, and lymph nodes. And so, I went to Friendlies Hospital in Bundaberg in January, Sarah the lymphoedema physio, and omg TOTAL FAKER. I know for a fact, that she has no idea where the lymph nodes are located around the ankle and calf, in fact she pretty much ‘stroked’ the opposite of where they are located. She is a fake doctor. If this does not demonstrate her incompetence, then it demonstrates her total lack of respect for me, and desire to do the opposite of what she should be doing. She also tried to talk me into spending $80 on a stocking, and said she would bulk bill me, but then DID not, charging my cc $80 she is a thief aswell. So, if you read my Telstra Antics re lymph problems, there is a whole other problem going on here to. It turns out I have had a lymph problem since my early 30’s. So, back to Disability payment. I know 2 women my age, who are on it, and have no disability at all, 1 has a 14yr old son, and who incidentally, has never worked a day in her life, unlike me, which is why I have these problems in the first place - from being overworked. And the other also works at a service station part time – she is rich! So, it is not what is wrong with you, but who you know, determines whether or not you get the money. The only people who think they know me are people who are jealous of me, as you can see if you read my blog. Side bar, my car has a big dent in the back from reversing into an Ironbark – birdies suggest I never get it fixed, so people can see I have no money to fix it, and not assume I am rich and thus steal from me. I think it’s working. And, also, I burnt my throat badly with hydrochloric acid a while back, since then, I have a compromised immune, and get sick at the drop of a hat, like if I sit in a room with an aircon, or come into contact with anyone who is sick, I will get sick. I also have arthritis in both knees but fluid on the right. And I have constant aching joints. No doctor will acknowledge these things, except Dr Armstrong in the first visit. I find it really strange when I’m dealing with Centrelink, and have to fill out their forms, they asked me 50 million questions about money, and the money I have, the assets I have, and anything that I’ve sold below to depreciation value. Do they expect me to list all the second-hand items I’ve sold on gumtree? I mean do you think I would be talking to Centrelink if I had any money? Are they completely stupid? I can tell you, they are, plus completely greedy, wanting welfare recipients to pay them - fucked. Also, the first time I put in a claim, the website wasn’t working properly, so I had to phone them (done deliberate I suspect). I spoke to this man who had quite a distinctive voice, it was kind of like he was obviously gay, and in the meantime I’m pretty sure I thought there was a man who served me at Mitre 10 who spoke exactly in the same manner, I suspect it was him. He wanted me to go back to the shop repeatedly, because he kept on giving me the wrong product, so I would have to go back to the shop 3 times, and he knows that I have a sore foot - he is a sadistic arshole. And Centrelink are disgusting for allowing their call centre staff to stalk people, let alone ones who aren’t even receiving disability payments. I wear a body camera at all times but this particular guy had a mask on, and he was kind of off screen, so I didn’t get a good shot of him, I suspect this was deliberate, he doesn’t want to be caught and put up on social media, which by the way, if I catch anyone else doing it, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing - disgusting behaviour. That guy btw is really stupid. I put in a complaint about this to Centrelink at 1042am sat 23rd July, but apparently it was “too late”, I am not sure why it would be too late, the complaint is just as valid now as it was before when it was not too late – whenever that was? So, I am putting my complaint on this photo story. Centrelink never actually address any complaints anyway. Only politicians can make positive changes. 24. Stupid little blonde bimbo brainwashing people so I would have to move Brainwashing people like Steve Carter and heaps of others. I touched on this subject in “The Big Jelly Baby Scam” story, but I didn’t list specific things. And as I still remember all of the little bimbo antics to get me out of my home at Rangari, I figure I should write them down. So, this week, this is what I have recalled, and I shall be updating this no doubt, because it was a plot done over a few years. A list of ways and means she did it; Telling everyone that plants I planted, all died and I was a hopeless gardener. Implying I was still asleep at 830am as I was a drunk – when infact she had played recorded noises all night keeping me awake, so I would be sleepy at 830 the following morning when she knew company as expected. Telling everyone I was really old, as in retirement age, thus should move to QLD to retire. Someone suggested that the little bimbo was actually Heath Barwick, as he didn’t want me living next door to him anymore, because he can hear me. They also said it was Steve Carter, as he said he could aerial spray my fruit trees for fruit fly - and he wanted to steal all my fruit in my orchid for the next potential farm hand, an enticement so to speak. This no doubt has an element of truth about it, but I know for a fact that there is a little female blonde bimbo trying to sabotage me. It was also suggested that it was David and Brenda, as when they sold the farm, they wanted me to leave, because they had a secret desire to kick me out, where as before, when they were my landlords, they didn’t want to kick me out because they wanted the rent money, and they wanted me as a tenant because they knew I was a good tenant, and most tenants are crap. And they were secretly jealous of my garden - I know they were jealous, because David specifically told me he was jealous. He wanted a big fruit and veggie patch and good native area too! So this was Brenda’s passive aggressive plan, to insinuate to the new buyer, Steve Carter, why I should be kicked out. There maybe an element of truth to this as well, but again, I know about the blonde bimbo who tries to sabotage me. Someone else told me it was an arrogant powertrip plan by some Dr, as they could see how badly the cold affected my health, that with my foot injury, although moving made my foot a whole heap worse. Why don’t you just kill me. Here is a good as spot as any to mention again (another didi missing), I know that many people die before retirement age in their 50s or 60s, so they miss out on retirement. It is not ever talked about, and that persons whole work life has been in vain. 25. Design and Print and Sell your Design companies – REVIEW After working in the fashion industry in Sydney Australia, for 10 years and being an innovative sewer, I found the limited fabric choice a little frustrating. Occasionally I found a nice fabric at Lincraft, the quality there at least, is better than spotlight - spotlight is cheap and they have cheap quality fabrics. Even the fabric shops in the fashion sector down at Surrey Hills, have limited fabrics available, and they really only like you if you’re a big customer ordering whole rolls, but still, in my opinion, those designs are limited, and the industry is very controlled. I noticed they specifically don’t make good quality fabrics for consumers DELIBERALTY, like their reserve the “good” for the designers, in fact, I would take it one step further and say they specifically make crap fabrics in order to do ‘class’. Which is kind of disgusting since they could afford to make cheap fabrics better quality they just don’t because they like playing ‘class’. You can tell the fashion industry consists of women, bimbo women who like to play class. Or there is the train of thought “oh those crap fabrics, just send them to Australia, that market has no taste anyway…..” So about 10 years ago when I discovered a company was allowing you to upload your own design, and not only will they print it for you, but they will sell it for you online, I was thrilled to bits! Thrilled. This is a huge leap forward in the design and fashion industry, in my opinion. Because now, the choice of fabrics available is extensive, and there are some absolute beauties out there, from people who don’t design full time, but they might have one or two creative good ideas up their sleeve, and they can sell them! it’s brilliant!! BRILIANT. I am based in Australia, there are quite a few overseas online companies that offer this service. Some are somewhat reasonably priced (they all could work on their price). But the majority of them are far too expensive to use, and you would have to be a lunatic to pay upwards of $75/m for a cheap lightweight cotton. Seriously, this is what I saw one company asking me to pay. AS IF! When I was working at Image Clothing, it was my job to do the spec sheets, and as I recall, the typical price a fashion company in Sydney will pay for its fabrics is $11, (1997), sometimes they will splurge up to $17/m, on specialty fabric for specific boutique dep instore retailer, like a David Jones exclusive line). Unfortunatly there is poor quality and dishonesty in the printing industry. So, I am going to do a review for the 5 companies I found who were the cheapest, I have ordered from all; Ubeit.com, wovenmonkey.com, myfabricdesigns.com, Customprint.com and Spoonflower.com. Ubeit.com A relatively new company, and I have used them 3 times now. Pricewise they’re the best, but, in my first order there seemed to be some errors with their prints, like the edges are blurred or missing. They did reprint one flawed one, and sent it to me. However, on my last order, the fabric width was 29“ x 70“, which is very odd, - a kind of long rectangular shape of a yard, plus, my first order they provided metres, and this one, they provided yards, so basically, I felt there was 20cm missing of each order, I felt like they did this deliberately to save themselves money, they’re a little unprofessional and trying to cut costs. Also, I ordered the same print in two different orders, and the colour was completely different in each order - and not just a slightly different shade, one was dark and horrid and one was light and beautiful as I had intended it – I feel this was done deliberate, my order being sabotaged by the printers first time, and they felt that should get it right the 2nd time round? There was another print error with a dark patch stripe across the design, and when I asked them about this, they never got back to me - this for me means I won’t be ordering from them again, however before I received the order, they mentioned they would give me a 2m credit on my next order, maybe it was for that? Who knows – their communication is “little girl”? I mean maybe offering a 2m credit is how they try to entice you to order from them again instead of refunding or re-printing? This is really unacceptable, they come across as a dodgy Chinese company when they do things like this. There seems to be one man in charge of orders, Jerry, however he gets a girl in (Amy) when dealing with English speaking women, and she possibly doesn’t work their full time, so communicating has really come to a standstill. So, there are 2 good things about this company, and 2 bad, the good being, cheapest yet, and all my designs have a different psi, and the only way that they would know which is what, is if I sent a screenshot of what each yard or meter is meant to look like, with the amount of repeats in it - which I did, and low and behold, they got all of them (10 designs) completely right - which was quite savvy of them in my opinion. But their print quality / colour matching needs work, as does their “pride” factor, inorder not to muck up peoples designs. All in all, thumbs down, but still the best on offer! wovenmonkey.com Another strangely named fabric printer. UK based; all fabrics printed in the UK. I asked them beforehand, if they made any mistakes, will they agree to replace or refund, and they did agree, (see later) they speak English, and response time is 1-2 days. First order thrilled, colours a good match with my design. However, on my second order there was an obvious sizing mistake and they denied any responsibility. I am not 100% sure that it is their fault because I have computer hackers who regularly hack my PC and mess things up for me (they are sad people) So, that maybe what happened here, as I set a DPI200 yet they sent me a design with a DPI150. I take screenshots of each order, and it clearly shows DPI200, so I know, it was changed by either them or a sad girl hacker. And now I am stuck with an incorrect design. So NOT impressed. Also, 6m of Cotton Canvas had a big running flaw across the whole width – they did not offer to refund or replace- I always give people a chance to try and save themselves I find 10 out of 10 never actually do. They always think they’ll be able to get away with it because no one important is looking. Also, a 1m length is actually only 98cm worth of design, so on a 10m length of fabric instead of getting 10m of design you get 9.8m, then you have to factor in 10% shrinkage on top of that. It’s up to you to know about the shrinkage, but they definitely shouldn’t be cutting the design short by 2cm per metre in my opinion – they had no comment about this. Their range of fabrics is limited, plus half the fabrics are out of stock. My latest design I received from them on cotton canvas was exquisite . I feel with this company you have to contact them after you place the order, to politely remind them you are a real human, and they should to do a good job, perhaps double check DPI and qty. (I find this little annoying, but is a part of dealing with people who perhaps are not trained to be overly conscientious, Edward Morton.) All in all, thumbs down. Custom print.com: This is a Chinese based company. They do NOT offer to resell your designs on their website, they are printers only. But still good if you create your own website to sell your designs. Their English is not very good, communicating with them is hard and too slow, it is like they have a bad third-party translator. But this company offers good prices, with fabrics being a third of the price than 3 of the others – A THIRD. Starting from $7US/meter and all fabrics at 150cm wide!! (brilliant) Their fabric choice is pretty good, as well. I tend not to ever purchase synthetics, but their cotton range is pretty good and they also have others like rayon, silk and bamboo - excellent. Their Stretch Cotton and Cotton Muslin are particularly good. Although on my last order, I was dubious about one of the stretch cottons, and the fibre content, it felt a bit ‘poly’ to me, maybe there was a reduced percentage of cotton? They are very light fast in cold water. However they tend to do mistakes, and they’re bad mistakes, like repeats not matching, blurred edges, inks too dark, or incorrect quantity - and they refuse to replace or refund with their excuse being “we don’t want to lose any money” the fact that they actually made the mistakes in the first place is not something that they factor in, - they do not have a concept of ‘Fair Trading’ like we do in Australia or America, which is why I do not use this company anymore – plus I returned the faulty fabrics back to them, but I later received the package back with NO SUCH ADDRESS, so maybe their company is a fake for another? Who knows. But their quality is not good enough at present, maybe in 5yrs, in 2026 they will have improved? Maybe they will develop some Gov Fair Trade departments with clear consumer rules? Also, I should mention their postage is ridiculously expensive, they only use Courier, TNT. But they charge an average $50-$100 for an order less than 10m. It also takes between 4 to 6 weeks. Also, their printing tends to be a shade or 2 darker than my design -very frustrating. All in all, thumbs down for now. myfabricdesigns.com This company has the best print quality in my opinion, as in, the dyes don’t fade too dramatically. Also, their fabric quality is excellent, it states on their website they “print AND make all fabrics in America, with second to none quality” so I would believe this. However, I did have issues with the print placement being crooked and part of the print missing off the edge of the fabric on my first order with them - they did refund for that. The prices are the most expensive out of the 4, I try to avoid using this company as my last costing there, including postage, it turned out to be $70/y, which is TOO extreme, and only 42” wide. Plus, I feel their customer base is American, they don’t really cater to Australians. Their website is way too slow, some sort of problem there, and postage is expensive too. If I had a ‘hoity toity’ customer who purchased one of my designs on my website, I would consider using them. Spoonflower; This strangely named company has cleverly (or greedily depending on how you look at it) automatically made a profit for themselves by not allowing anyone to sell their fabrics on their website unless they pay $5 per design (you receive a 20cm swatch for this too). But they don’t actually hold up their end of the agreement and can delete your account without refunding any $5’s. ($365 worth of $5) They are dishonest company, I will not purchase from them ever again. But I did purchase quite a few fabrics from this company before, and had a lot of orders for my fabrics from the public; quality varies, some have been quite good, some have been ridiculously bad. The plain cheapest cotton, prints Ok, its length/width are all correct there was never any printing flaws other than sometimes, there would be colour variations, like my design would have pink petals, yet the print would come back as purple petals, occasionally there were ink blotches. This did not happen all the time, just sometimes! The light fastness was not really good, but it was OK. Their printing also tended to be a shade lighter than my design. The flannel (minky) is ghastly unless your design is pale, otherwise the white background shows through. Their sticky wallpaper isn’t light resistant so it fades badly, however a paler print on a poster has much better lightfastness. Fabrics are all by the yard, not by the meter, and usually only 42” wide (106cm) which is not really good compared to the companies who offer a meter and 150cm/60” widths. Fabrics did start from $17/y AU, but I believe they are more like $36/y + AU now, with the advent of COVID19. Their postage is very reasonable, however, Australia post tended to open my parcels and take a peek before they delivered them, plus one went missing. The customer service people speak/email, in English (based in America) which is a plus, at first, they were satisfactory, but NOT in the end (Kelly M). I will no longer purchase from them, and my designs are NOT available there anymore, they have no morals despite what their website policy states (.com scam). Plus, they still use my name in google search results to sell their fabrics. (I don’t think they realized how I contributed to their growth, and why they were receiving so many sales from Australia. After they deleted my account – their sales must have taken a dive from Australia - they clueless stupid bitches. So, only part happy with these printers after all. I am waiting until some better Australian company starts up (there is at least one I saw in Sydney, but way too expensive to even mention) https://emilybiemanfabrics.wixsite.com/emilybiemanfabrics/collections 26. Vital life stuff that needs to be added to the Curriculum Teachers you need to tell this to your class of kids: {I have to rewrite this bit because this was another piece of writing that was stolen! I’m not sure why this would be stolen, I mean maybe they don’t agree with it, or maybe they want it to be a secret and don’t want kids to know how smart they are, or maybe they don’t want adults to know that everything that they have experienced as a child - they can actually remember everything, it’s just a matter of tapping into that part of their minds storage??} So, this is what I said: kids are not really taught that the way their minds work, is extraordinary and genius, in fact each and every one of them are very smart - and everything a young person sees, hears, and smells, is recorded by their minds eye, which gets processed and boxed away in a compartment in their mind, for later. EVERYTHING Also, (and this bit was not stolen); I would say teachers need to tell grade 6, 7 and grade 8 girls –(they’re the worst in my experience because they’re at their most naïveté.) So, say this; I know a lady who has her own website, and on it she talks about all the bullies from when she was at school. She is now a grown lady, and on her website, she puts photos up of bullies, she names the bullies, with their full name, and she describes the incident exactly as it happened. So that’s why you need to be careful who you pick on, because you might be thinking that they’re an easy target when they’re young and vulnerable, but all little girls and little boys grow up and some of them turn into Mighty Forces to be reckoned with. You should think twice before picking on that little scrawny kid, because before too long, they will have put on 50kg and will be wanting revenge. As an old and wise mature adult, I recommend you not pick on anyone at all, and you try and resolve the problem in a civil fashion, if you need help from an adult on how to handle a problem or a bully, don’t be afraid to ask (it is only a rumour that you’ll get picked on even more if you ask an adult for help). J And, teachers; teach the value of a dollar in the classroom, some parents fail to do this. And the whole point of school, is preparing them for the future. It is not time-wasting babysitting. Plus, teach what it means to be an adult, and how people go to work every day or part time, or shift work, and often spent hours, slaving away for someone else. Adults are often miserable and unhappy, and have not much money. Put some reality into these kids, then they’ll have more respect for other people’s money, and won’t steal things off people. Basic fundamental things. There are heaps of other things that also needed to be included like Communication Class in every year. Wage/salary/super information – a whole class on this in year 10, each week, with career information too, aswell as money ‘smarts’ / homeloans / savings etc If I were teaching I would also add ‘The world is for the rich, there’s no point in having kids unless you’ve got LOTS of money.’ But that statement is a little controversial. 27. St Leonards Nature Care College FOULPLAY Drop Face AND HIVES from Homeopath Dropface /Palsy, major heart palpitations, hives and a planter wart from deliberate wrong homeopathic remedy given by quack physician and his bimbo sidekick at st Leonards nature care college. Seeking treatment for a little wart on my hand, I consulted with this clinic. After taking the advised Homoeopathic medicine by the student physician and supervisor. No change. I contacted the clinic and told them I didn’t work at all, I thought I was polite and respectful, but the big egos at this clinic, I guess the supervisor, Dr Ken, instead, said I should take a different remedy: Dulcamara 30., which I did, resulting in severe Hives, Drop Face / Palsy, major Heart palpitations (basically a mini stroke, the ambulance was called) and later a giant Planter Wart on my left foot – that caused plantar fasciitis - which I have had ever since, 10yrs later. BTW, there were 4 major heart palpitations at the time, and they were so loud, that at first I thought someone was on my roof walking around making that loud banging sound- until I realized, no, it was my heart – most bizarre. A specialist (an air specialist), later told me this is most likely a result of my heart gaining proper momentum: like it's sorted out the problem, and made loud noises in order to fix itself - which is possible from the medication, I feel. {I had a few months before then, been wheel barrowing some dirt from one side of the garden to the other, and it was overloaded, and way too heavy for me, and it's strained my heart. So, this ‘loud palpitation fixing’ could be a direct result from that incident? But I still have the Dropface on my right side today, and did experience heart palpitations after a “hearty” meal, since I changed my diet to reduce animal fat, these have stopped. I did feel at the time, that clinic was a total hiving scam and should be shut down, actually sued. I felt everyone is so busy trying to ‘empower’ women, that no one told that girl who treated me that she is not smart enough to be a doctor. She only remembered the last thing I told her, which was a minor thing, a last-minute thing I remembered, it wasn’t the main issue which I had previously explained to her in great detail. The girl only remembered the last thing I said to her -she had forgotten everything else. Not smart enough by a LONG shot. I would be smarter than here, and I don’t consider myself anywhere near smart enough to be a Dr! lol. Also, she obviously doesn’t record sessions, and think about it. THEY SHOULD. But as a supervisa was in charge, Ken, - he is to blame, for the initial incorrect medication, and ofcourse for the secondary deliberate poisoning. By the way, I talked to a lawyer about this, to see if I could sue in some sort of legal way because I believe that’s the only way that they will pull their socks up and not do it again (They will do it again, IT IS TOO FUNNY FOR THEM) But the lawyer said it is not serious enough, as in, as I was not left a paraplegic or something. And as I am not in full time employment anyway and not a supermodel, they wouldn’t bother with my case. So, this is how these dodgy people get away with doing things like this, because of hopeless, greedy, and lazy coward lawyers in this country. I believe in America any act of medical negligence small or large, they can be sued, and America is still a fairly oppressed country, but Australia is way worse. (The little wart on my hand turned out to be a result of rubbing left over lip balm on my wrist). Some may say, the way homoeopathic medicine works, that I must’ve had a heart condition in the first place, and the theory is, you keep taking the medication until it doesn’t have any effect on you anymore, however having a mini stroke; I don’t think this warrants taking any more, and besides this may be true, but it doesn’t explain the hives. I certainly don’t have any history of hives or giant planta warts. I am 100% sure that medication was given to me deliberately to cause hives, as they thought it would be funny – stupid little bimbos. I suspect the drop face was a calculated effect, as having a face deformity like that is certainly perceived as a low-class thing, with possibly drug use indications. {If you have read my blog, you know, I literally have dogs on my back, about “class”. } And the mini stroke was just a side-effect. And you know what, if I had of had a full heart attack and died, do you think that clinic would, in any way, be held accountable? – NO, I tell you now, they would not even be made aware of what they had done. So that clinic is the bad clinic. There are 2 teaching clinics in Sydney, the other one was at Redfern (the good one), but it is no longer there, don’t ask me what happened to them, if they moved or closed? But I have found this scenario with 1 good and 1 bad, a lot in life, it’s like the powers that be, let 2 exists, knowing full well one is good and the other is shonky, so that people who they deem “good” can go to the good one, and people they don’t like and deem “bad” can go to the bad one. Bad clinics catering to bad people. Good clinics catering to good people – with ofcourse, ‘class’ and money being a contributing factor as to who is good and who is bad. 10 years later, I still have slight drop face on my left side of my face, and still am unable to walk properly due to plantar fasciitis. 10 yrs of not being able to walk and do exercise. The only reason I haven't put a hex on this girl, is possibly because if I didn't have plantar fasciitis, I might well be in a wheelchair by now; because of my back, and my degenerative disc order in the lower L's. All of that gardening and planting fruit trees at different locations, then moving, having to plant more, or uproot ones, then replant them…. I think this is the biggest reason why I have degenerative disc disease: having to move all my stuff, by myself, with a lot of horticultural type stuff, heaps. {which btw, after move no 8, I ended throwing most of it out, only to discover I still need pretty much ALL OF IT, possibly excluding the chainsaw, as I still have to lodge a tax return every year for centerlink. We are not designed to live like that. So my body has just gone: ‘no, that's it, I'm done, I'm not doing anything else!” Poor Centrelink, they really hate how I have back problems, not that they will give me a pension for it, only a Pension health care card. So, anyway, however, the way homeopathy works, it can bring on the same very symptoms that are trying to be cured - so who knows, maybe they actually saved me from having a stroke too? You know, it wouldn't surprise me if it was just a coincidence of a side affect of good luck. So their active nastiness, turned out to be a godsend - sometimes life can work like that! 28. Chinese Elastic dictating Fashion Trends in the 90's Last year I finally threw out my hot pink leggings that I had made myself when I was 20 whilst working at Bonds. I was told I could use their machines to make whatever I wanted and there was a pile of waste fabric I could choose from. Nellie the boss gave me some elastic. I made these leggings for myself on their 5-thread industrial stretch Overlocker, so easy. And I have had them all this time, I’m 47, so that’s 26 years! they’ve lasted 26yrs, and the thing that lasted the most, was the elastic! - it still had, as much stretch last year, as it had back in 1994! This is why I’m writing about it, because I know others have experienced this bad “elastic” phenomenon; on every single other item I have purchased since 1990, I’d be lucky if the elastic lasted 12 months, and this is the reason why those awful baggy pants that fall down the hips, came into trend in America, from people who were wearing pants that the elastic was failing, so their pants kept falling down! So common, that it became a bloody trend! Hipsters too!! Dodgy Chinese ripping the whole world off on elastic! Unfortunately, I can’t remember where Bonds got their elastic from, whether it was a local supplier like Greenfields, (bloody Greenfields), or did they make their own elastic? I know they made their own fleece, terry towelling, all fabrics actually (they did, they closed down shortly later, sold out to China) But back then, fabrics were way too expensive to purchase elsewhere (from the American supplier), so they milled them. Could’ve been the same with elastic I’m not sure, I’ve been trying to find good elastic ever since, it’s impossible to know if it’s good or not from looking, as far as I know there are no tells. But the only elastic that has held up for a lengthy period has been the cord elastic that I purchased at Spotlight, it’s also readily available on eBay, or was, I’ve been banned from eBay. So, I’ve had to adapt my leggings to suit cord elastic instead of an elasticated waistband! Works well with toggles. The cord elastic also works as straps on yoga tops / sport bras, although the sewing machine does not care for it too much. Later I again purchased some flat elastic, as I needed it, but again it was dodgy elastic that lasted less than 12mnths, so they are still selling bad elastic. (rosiesonki2095) Now, we all know how dodgy the Chinese manufacturers are, especially if you purchase items on ebay. BUT it has come to my attention that there are certain areas in my life where I have no power at all, and there are areas I have an extreme amount of power; I’ve noticed, in the shopping marketing world, there are certain people who watch every move I make, listen to every word I say and read everything I write, - in the hopes of obtaining and finding out what I want to spend my money on. I suspect it’s the Chinese doing this, because of all their manufacturing factories are in China, but also because their attitude is quite different from the Australian attitude. Their attitude is “what do you want? we can get it for you”. Whereas, the typical Australian attitude is “you get what you’re given” and “NO, we can’t do that”. The Chinese, aswell as the Americans actually share that attitude, “if we don’t have it, we will try to get it for you” – it is very admirable. Plus, if I can think of some new idea, it somehow then, gets done and you’ll see it appear on the market, sometimes with in a relatively short period. Australia is completely lagging behind in its attitude, and it all comes back to being raised by hopeless nazi teachers (and parents) who repeatedly say “NO you’re not allowed to do that”, and squash kids ideas for fear they will either embarrass them, outshine them or lose control. Soo primitive Australia – wakey wakey. I am doing something about that with my blog. Here is a good spot as ever; lately, I have found myself whingeing about the fact that I can’t get any clothes in larger sizes (22), and not just the big chain stores like Kmart, Target, and Big W, but all online retailers. I put this down to the fact that, young women, who are typically size 8, 10, 12, or 14, are the only ones stupid enough to repeatedly buy new fashion trends every year, so those companies buy for them. An older woman, is way more savvy and practical, and knows what a waste of money that is, not to mention submitting yourself as a sales rep victim; fashion victim. Here is a good spot to remention; I often feel like I am being targeted by retailers, specifically the same ones, who have made me their ‘personal mission’ to get all my shopping needs for me – control freak girls. It’s like they have taken it upon themselves to know exactly what I want, or need, and go about getting it. Often, I find, one of their aims, possible one of the girls, is to find ‘seconds’, plus things that no one else will want, poorer quality items, and either give that to me via online shopping or place it in my path - and sometimes not even for reduced cost ‘seconds’ price either (several times I noted, if I purchased something instore, on spur of the moment thing, and get ‘good’ product, the next week or so, the item is swapped over for a faulty one, they literally ‘break and enter’ into my unit and swap – this is how unhealthy dog territorial obsessed with me those stupid retail women thieves are (were once girls, but still 30yrs later even when they mature into a woman, and ought to know better – they still do it – little irresponsible girls still). At one point I sent the board of Wesfarmers (owner of many, in particular Kmart), an email and told them about their retail dogs. Maybe they did something about it? Actually, as a quick side bar, btw, that whole ‘finding items that nobody else will want’ - this also applies to men, as in women who know annoying nuisance socially retarded men that nobody wants, and they send them my way. I have encountered a lot of dysfunctional men. Hey bimbos; I don’t want your dysfunctional friends. I would say that would be the number one reason why I have such a problem with idiots, who drive around me and my place all day long sometimes. Those bimbos have given them something to do; to get them away, and out of the rest of society - and onto my back. Actually, I have found lately, just thinking about this, and what those women have done to their idiot friends, and even by writing about it now. I think it makes a difference. Nobody wants to feel like they’re being used for nuisance purposes. There has been a reduction in the pervert hoons, a few times now I have had conversations with my neighbours – without interjection from hoons, re you lose you win. Having said that, yesterday arvo when I was collecting seed, (Callistemon viminalis), I am fairly certain there was same dump truck following me around, from the Earth moving place across the road…….stalking neighbours. And that same truck kept driving back and forth outside my unit until 2:30am where finally they (he or she) decided to say goodbye and farewell by compression braking outside the units. What the fuck? Loser-fuck off. Anyway, back to retail victimization; I suspect sometimes, this may have been the same for my parents too – the whole “see them coming” situation; At the end of my year six, just before leaving for school, my parents gave me for Christmas that year, a new maroon leather luggage set. And it was quite absurd, because the big bag was humongous! I mean, it’s the biggest luggage bag you have ever seen, you could fit not just 1 dead body, but 2 dead bodies inside it, 2 huge men, it was huge! Not practical, as TOO heavy! So, at end of term at school, there was an unspoken issue with the men who had been arranged to transport all our luggage from the dormitories to the bus stop about 600m down the road. Basically, they refused to carry my bag. (Wingy Pathetic Weaklings). And so, as a young ‘oompa loompa’ girl, in fact, every year, at the end of each term, I had to take my big bag, down the 600m or so to where the buses were arriving. {Except 1 term -I think it was in year 11? I remember it well, such joy, as for once I did not have to lug my luggage. A theme from arsholes throughout my life: “get back down there, where you belong – carry your own luggage”}. In fact, I think it was the gardeners who were meant to do the luggage. They used to operate ‘under the radar’ – they didn’t have anything to do with the girls, occasionally I would see one walking outside – they were big men, in their 30’s/40’s. Perfectly capable of carrying luggage. I suspect those were the same gardeners who would lock the toilet gate near our House, so I couldn’t use them, and so I would have to use the ones near the science block, that had low walls, and they would look over the wall as I used them – perves. Revolting stupid creatures; the epitome of disgusting men (not to mention the stupid women who employed them). And do you see how ALL problems in my life can be traced back to a female bimbo, girl retailer trying to flog off unwanted luggage! Although, Mrs Done seemed to be the teacher in charge of luggage for some reason, I think she was an English teacher? Or maybe sports…? So long ago, anyway – she knew they refused to carry my luggage, and did nothing about it except to say to me that I had to do it instead, although the first time it happened in year 7, she did lug it (as it had pathetic little wheels on it) she lugged it part of the way – to “help” me out! I tell you, nobody else is going look after your child. Those perverts have caused all sorts of ongoing ‘toilet’ related issues ever since; I still have nightmares about public toilets. Plus, I am fairly certain those gardeners formed a ‘perve network’, and still perve to this day if they can. Word gets around in pervert circles. In my unit at Sarina, one time I got out of the shower to see a plumbing camera quickly being exited out the window. {I was 51yrs old at that point! – and tubby}. Image above free from freeimage.com – I hope I have not had those kids following me around as a result of putting the image on my blog, such is the case of stupid little boys from computer nerd world – apple and microsoft. (If you change your mind TOO BAD). Same as how I get stupid OLD MEN stealing from me because I collected a lime that had rolled down the hill from my neighbours into my yard – this is not stealing YOU STUPID DRUNK IMBECILE -FUCK OFF – GET SOME COMMONSENSE, BETTER YET, DROP DEAD. 29. Not Sweet Smelling at Garden Express This is one of those photo stories that I had to reword, as originally, it was a little extreme. A few little problems, like sending me plants out of season on their way out, so it will not grow. I noticed now they don’t sell products that are out of season, probably for the best. But my biggest issue with this company, was when I received some roses from them; they were advertised “fragrant”, but several weeks later, when in flower, it was determined, they were NOT FRAGRANT. These were ordered because of the fragrance. They were for dad, and he specifically wanted the fragrant type. I can’t remember details, whether they sent me the wrong ones or false advertising, at any rate, they did not resolve the problem. A little birdie told me they didn’t send me fragrant roses because I ordered 10 roses; they were for dad‘s garden, he wanted to put a long row of roses all the way down the side of his house, that’s why I needed 10. And this person, insinuated that we were being greedy by getting 10 roses, and so that’s why they mucked up the order, and gave us non-fragrant roses, a deliberate ‘greed shaming’ theft. Fuck them. How dare they. Dad’s always wanted fragrant roses down the side of his house, for like 30years, (he cuts them and puts them in the kitchen, the scent fills the whole kitchen and hallway – quite beautiful) and he finally decided to do it, and some little fucking idiot blonde stupid bitch, doesn’t think that he deserves 10 roses - fuck her. (I suspect that short blonde bimbo, who I have mentioned numerous times on my blog, had something to do with the sabotage – she is a thief; who Garden Express allowed.) And this story just portrays exactly how obsessed that stupid little blonde is with me, and my family – can you see? Deliberate acts of sabotage – not just “oh well shit happens in life” – I literally have a stupid bimbo twit out to ‘get me’ and my family. I tell you, it’s a good thing I do not have kids, they would be doomed. (As I mentioned before I have cats, one of them was killed deliberatley. And my brothers dog was poisoned deliberatley too. Just plain ‘evil’ blondes obsessed with 'the good'.) I should further add, the problem of sending straggly plants was common back when nurseries were just starting to go online in Australia, with mail order; it’s like the girl picking the order, didn’t have a customer standing right in front of her, so she picked the worst plant she could see in the bunch, like a straggly one, or too old, too root bound, or had a disease…... one that a ‘live’ customer would NOT choose. Quite a lot of them did it, such typically female thinking (thieving stupidity). They also advertised a flower with certain colour profiles, but then when it flowered for you later, and you can see that the flowers in their magazine had been photoshopped. (The Lakehouse Iris website at Beverley WA, Australia, and Trigg Nursery, Treloar’s and heaps more). They also advertise stunning varieties up for sale, so you purchase, but they do not have enough of the stunning one, and so send a different not as good one, then, so they are not found out, as thieving cheaters, they get minions to kill your growing plant in your garden – I am sure this has happened 3 times. possibly more when I was unaware of their evil antics. However, this has pretty much changed with the advance of social media, especially Facebook – name and shame! Hooray for the internet and transparency (even though I have been ban). I also have to say, by far, the best nursery I have ever purchased from was the Muswellbrook State Forest Nursery. I’m not sure whether the owner was really old with a lot of experience, and they then retired; because unfortunately this nursery has closedown, or, maybe they just had God ‘onside’. But all the plants I have purchased from them have been stunning, and not only stunning within the species, but it’s like whoever propagated them, has done so from a species which had desirable traits, so they haven’t just taken the first plant that they have seen, they’ve collected seeds or propagated cuttings from stock which was really worth propagating to pass on those additional good genes, like they have taken the time to sort things out, and they really knew what they’re doing; not just there to make as much money as possible. So, it was very sad when this one closedown several years ago, although I see they still have listings online in the directories – just to confuse everyone. Also, I often tend to forget about which are the good ones and which are the bad ones, although this blog helps as a good reminder, but I later purchased 3 plants from GE, and so far 2 have been as paid for, still waiting for the 3rd Dahlia to flower. So, I guess, if you only buy 3 and not 10 – it is fine for stupid blondes. 30. Almond Tree and King Parrots When I had my huge garden at Rangari, I wanted as many fruit and nut trees as possible. I purchased dozens. One of the trees I purchased was an Almond. Now, almonds grow very well in Gunnedah, near Kelvin, actually halfway between Kelvin and Rangari localities. But Kelvin is known, well, there is a sign on the road at this town (which consists of probably four houses), the sign says “welcome to kelvin, home of the king parrots” 😁 King parrots are a gorgeous ornamental red and green bird, but once you know the personality of a king parrot you know why they’re nicknamed king; they truly do think they are the king of everything! My Almond tree had no chance of producing any almonds because the king parrots would eat them all before, they were even anywhere near ripe. So, the following year I decided to net, I got my 10-foot ladder as you can see from the photo , and rigged up some netting, (by the way, I don’t recommend doing it while the tree is in flower, delicate little things). Although as you can see from the size of the ladder and the size of the tree, I’m not entirely sure how I managed to even rig up those polypipes and put the netting over it at all - perhaps even, I recommend purchasing a dwarf Almond for a home gardener! And, I didn’t secure the netting down properly, and a big storm blew it off, and again all the almonds were eaten. There were 2 king parrots, no doubt a couple, I kid you not, after they had eaten all my almonds, they came around to my backdoor where they usually never hung out, when I had just gone outside there, and they started bopping up and down, kind of dancing, as if to say, ha ha, we got all the almonds, even when you netted!! - they are very cheeky birds I can assure you. So now that I have left, I bet that Almond tree is still thriving, and every year the king parrots are getting bucketloads of MY almonds! Life Stories P13 NEXT About P1 , About P2, Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13(this) , LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

women are completely different around men, they suddenly adopt this, you know, totally sweet eyelash battering persona, whereas on my own, with no men to watch - revolting vulgar thieving bitches Life Stories P18 1. Insights Antics, and Sleep Torture Story Some reason I had dogs on SBS, they got all the farmers wives in Gunnedah to hurtle abuse at me not really sure what the point was. I’m guessing jealousy, (that is the typical underlying issue that concerns other women when it comes to me); about where I was living, I struck gold. That women who hosts, is quite nice, a female with common sense, but easily manipulated same as everyone else. I do feel there was a most deliberate push to get me kicked out of my home there at Rangari. Dogs brain washing Steve Carter. Stupid fucking dogs, how dare they not even ask me what I wanted. Stupid fucking women, so fucking hopeless I can’t believe it. There was also some stupid woman on SBS, I think she may have been a doctor, who was telling everyone, that the reason (I personally) could not sleep (it must have been the time I saw Dr Nadia, if you read that in my Dr stories, re stress from police). So, she was telling everyone, the reason I could not sleep was because I had Alzheimer’s. And it was not because I had stupid bitch neighbours waking me up, at all – {literally my neighbours were waking me every night, some IDIOT was paying them to do it, I think it was a form of sleep torture.} It had something to do with EVIL BITCHES who work at channel 7? Egging them on? I am not sure if it was still Heath Barwick, as when I went over there, there were always some girls there? So, those twits on SBS, they too started waking me up every night – get this, incase I needed to go to the loo, because obviously I was a drunk. CAN YOU BELIEVE the revolting stupidity I am surrounded by? They started waking me in 2015 and THEY STILL do it. Just today, as I write this angry pissed off piece of blog, I literally saw stupid bitches drive into my unit at 350am and just sit outside, and when I got up and went outside, they drove off. OMG, fuck off you pathetic COWARDS. That is harassment and bullying 101. And ofcourse when I get waken at a time like 350am, I do not just fall back to sleep, it takes me about 1 ½ hrs to fall back to sleep, (this is typical for me, always has been, not that I have often before being awaken, actually before 2015, pretty much 7rs every night, uninterrupted). But at 530 – 6am, is just the time I ought to be waking up, that’s a good time to get up, I have pre-determined. So, STUPID FUCKING WOMEN, OMG, could I put it more plainly; I do not have Alzheimer’s, I do not need to go to the loo, and I certainly do need sleep torture. And, I still do not drink. I think those women literally need a smack in the head with a baseball bat so they get this message – FUCK OFF all the time. So, I think someone is paying them to wake me up, which is why they lie and say I need waking; as they want to still get paid and have a cushy job of doing fuck all, except making a loud noise at 350am. Who they hell can I complain to about this? Police can’t do anything; maybe it is the police doing this wake ups?? Since I called them multiple times back in Gunnedah about the thefts (which they also did not thing about). Maybe I will send this photo story to my local polly, maybe they can do something about it. I have come to the opinion that it was Jessica White, responsible for that SBS Insight thing, she is friends with some of the girls I saw on that show. Jessica is the one who helped turn my tooth black, along with Gina Burn - trying to convince people I was on drugs – Major bullying going on in Gunnedah. Btw, I did not really know Jessica White, I don’t believe we spoke ever at school? Her sister was in my year, and I do not believe we were enemies? 2. Whenever I make phone call to determine price, I get ripped off Advertised in Mackay Council tourist brochure for $200, but when I called; “5-minute helicopter trip off the coast of Queensland from Mackay to Keswick Island quoted price at $2840” return with no waiting. However, if I were to have a day trip, it would be the same price, only an additional $606 per hour of waiting time, would be applied!! Can you believe that? Some cocky pilot wants me to pay them $606/hr to wait on a beautiful tropical island for a few hrs! I assume there are a whole bunch of billionaire helicopter pilots roaming Queensland, or no one actually takes a helicopter anywhere, aside from politicians who love to wrought travel expenses. (Auriga Aviation – although they change their name all the time, and advertise themselves in slightly different locations up here – but it is all the same 1 local Mackay company). I’m pretty sure we are in need of some competition when it comes to helicopter trips off the coast of Queensland - to the islands. Am I the only person that gets seasick? By the way, a seaplane cost $1200 for 3 people, provided none of them are overweight. $99/hr wait time. (Horizon Planes Mackay) All the people I spoke to inquiry about these quotes were female. I can’t remember the last time I made a phone call and spoke to someone who was genuine. 3. Hooning Farmer Police This is what happens on a road just out of town, one that has hooning farming driving in and out of town; careless and thoughtless farmers. There has also been dead cats and birds. Plus, they are thieves. The game of thieving by the stupids. This is directly related to me, as I have “hoons” who harass me in particular, they follow me around, hoon outside my home. Metaphysical world related (that has nothing to do with me). And those people, not only steal from me if they see an opportunity, like when I went down the back and forgot to lock the door, but they kill 100’s if not 1000’s of wildlife in the process of their “wannabe in control” hooning, over all these years. They are a menace to me and to mother-nature. WATCH OUT, what goes around comes around. And why the hell does the police not do anything about these stalkers? And no stupid police, I am not talking about catching speeders. YOU IDIOTS. I’m talking about people who drive around aimlessly – bored people who like to drive; they drive around and around on the streets – like territorial dogs. They are people who drive cars and steal, opportunists – dogs looking for opportunities to amuse themselves either from annoying the crap out of a woman, following/stalking or stealing something – usually there’s no speeding in such cases. I remember at Rangari, when I had my trailer on the back, I especially had people follow me - in the hopes that something with fall off my trailer, and they would be able to get it. {Pretty sure that was Emma Finylason, Heath Barwick and Shannon Bree – friends of my little brothers}, but who knows? And I remember when I used to drive down in Sydney, all around infact, and on a regular basis, there was a network of car people who know exactly what the police were doing, and where the police were at all times. They would do signs. (That explains why I had a cop; plain clothes block the speed trap at Mackay 2026; they were talking about it in the Mackay police watch Facebook group – those police are thieves plain and simple. This is maybe why there are car hoons who do signs about the police. Stupid police. Maybe it is the police stealing from me all these years too? Opportunists plain clothes retarded 3rd born police? Tyrannical overcontrolling behaviour equals rebellion plain and simple. STUPID POLICE. Being unable to walk, and having back contortions, not being able to do much of anything, I find myself watching many autobiographies and movies about people in their lives, and I noted that all the really good movies that I enjoy - there’s NO CAR HOONS in them. None. So, I'm wondering if those people do not have car hoons in their life? Are they not familiar with what I'm talking about here, or are they just ignoring all the car hoons? Omitting the ugliness of society from the story of their life? Pretending they don't exist? As car hoons are such a blight and a big part of my life - I really want to know? Maybe ridiculous car hoons are just an Australian thing, I mean I'm certainly sure you wouldn't catch the Norwegian young adults (female just as bad as male) acting in such a manner. Australians are primitive, unsophisticated and uncivilized. Car hoons: Constant incessant problem for me, for years and years. Do they have something preventing them of thinking of something to do with their lives instead of driving around town aimlessly? Perhaps no one has told them it’s up to them to think of something to do, to occupy their time, something to entertain themselves with, or to amuse themselves….. so, they don’t drive around, aimlessly, annoying people and being a total nuisance, {plus polluting the air}. No one is going to stop you and put you ‘on track’ – it’s up to you bimbo car hoons to do it. Stop expecting someone to SAVE you. Same with dirt bikers. I recall Radio National talking one day, - oh no, actually, it was an ad I saw on telly; and 2 girls were making fun of a car hoon as it revved by, - they were using their little pinkie finger to do so (!) well I’m sure I don’t have to spell it out, but they were implying ‘no virility’. This was the first time I have ever seen anyone say anything derogatory about the wretched nuisance car hoons. At least someone was trying to combat the nuisance and absurd polluting mongrels. All other Australians seem to ignore them! (Oh, except for someone who called the police when the nuisance motorbikers were tearing around near the beach, and on the beach. Hooray). Today, nearing age 50, I think I need to do a special blurb about car hoons and how awful they are. How much of a blight they are on society, how much pollution they expel from their cars, how much noise pollution they create, how annoying that car hoon sound is, and what pesty behaviour they are. Car revving, OMG, rack off. Car beeping, rack off. Car stalking, RACK OFF. They are a real problem. It is them who destroys the atmosphere, not just the air, but the vibes of the whole community. They add dirty, loud, obnoxious, juvenile rebellious, and create boisterous vibes. THE OPPOSITE OF CIVILISED LIVING. They are total villains, I am amazed nobody does anything about them, nobody meaning, mainly the police, but also there must be people in Council’s for instance, who know who the hoons are, and can do something about it on a community level. But they do NOTHING. Just because they are not yelling, swearing or urinating in public, does not mean that they are not a public nuisance. This applies to motor bikers too. Especially kids on dirt tracks near national parks, or bush of any sort. If I had it my way, I would be lining up an assassinator on their arses. This is not the 80s and 90s any more. There’s no excuse for car hoons, so bugger off and grow up. Yes it’s true, you really are little boys. I believe a psychiatrist have a syndrome to describe them: “the Peter Pan complex” that is just people who refuse to grow up and be responsible, they still want to be like they were as a child, (this is due to their mother of course, the mother has mucked them up so badly that they are traumatised into having this mental health problem). I do believe the ‘Peter Pan’s could address the issue if they wanted: they don't have to be stuck as ‘Peter Pan’, they could honour their family, by self-help and becoming aware of who you really are, and who you're meant to be. But since they don't like their mother, they refuse to do it. A never-ending cycle of motoring mental illness. Plus, I have seen old men encouraging this Peter Pan complex in young men. Like, trying to justify their own dysfunction. “Keep riding go on” – they give them dirtbikes to ride. Also, I do believe this is kind of issue is related to back in the 80s when men didn’t want women working alongside them in factories, because they were so scared, that they would have to act ‘proper’, if there were women around. It’s exactly the same thing. Although I believe there are female car hoons, who suffer from the same issue. I guess that those ones must be extra stupid, as they haven’t worked out the root of their motives. Female Car Hoons more stupid than male car hoons. Herd the expression "Hootin' Nanny" – old ladies do it too. Oh, also I think this issue is related to female school teachers. I know back in my day a lot of the female teachers have issues with loud boisterous behaviour, and want everyone to be quiet and conservative, so I think these car hoons are rebelling against that, because after all, it is not normal to be quiet and conservative all the time, especially for certain personality types. So yet, another issue that can be blamed on hopeless school teachers. So many issues go back to hopeless school teachers, it is strange how so many people send their kids to schools that have hopeless school teachers. If I had kids, there's not a chance in hell, I would be sending them off to school. BTW, my next-door neighbour on Range rd has started copying the car hoons beeping - she has worked out that if she scrapes her wooden chair on the floor just so, it sounds like a car horn; so, she has started beeping at pertinent moments. Stupidity. Rack off. And btw, the first 3mnths of living at the new location, nothing was stolen, but after my neighbors left, and she moved in (Danielle Wilson), that’s when the thieving started. Females thieves are the worst. She also pushed my tile collage that was in between our units over, broke it, plus stole a mango from the plant table right next to it, pretty sure it was her, but did not see it happen, although the old man from further down pushed the ladder onto my car – same manner – whoever was responsible (or in a manner, not responsible) is going to burn in hell. They need a baseball bat to their head - be prepared for the judgement day. THINK YOU STUPID BITCHES. Life can be hell at any given moment. {2026, they still hooning outside my new address, I am fairly certain today, at any rate there was someone sitting on the roadside about 200m from my house, just revving their car, waiting for me to go outside, and as soon as I did, they took off. Idiot. And hey stupid police – no speeding. (The police steal via fake speeding tickets, they steal from me, I am not sure if they steal from other people in this manner - I certainly have not heard anybody complaining about it – like they should if it happens to them. All the time I lived at Rangari, no speeding tickets, suddenly in QLD, 3}. Not only do I have criminals who target me, I have stupid police who target me – this proves how corrupt the QLD police are. Oh, and this is also related to all the dead animals that I see on the side of the road; it's not that there are huge amounts of wildlife here, but those car hoons (possibly the wannabe police) collect dead wildlife, then place them on my road infront of me, SO I SEE THEM. This has been going on for quite some time, years. I have written about it before but nothing was done so I guess I should've just mention it again. These revolting people literally are killing wildlife and then placing them on my road for me to see the dead wildlife. Aside from them being totally sick in the head, it is possibly along the same lines as some stupid bitch went and got smashed up cars from car accidents, and started putting them on my road, in my path, SO I WOULD SEE THEM. - Like using me to try and control the whole of the community who speed. Fuck off you stupid try hard brain washed 1994 wanna-be good civilians - you are fucking evil and you deserve a bullet to the ear. If you want to use me in this manner then YOU HAVE TO PAY ME – instead of steal from me. STUPIDS. I saw a wombat in captivity on fb, the other day, and felt that it was bored out of its brains, behaving quite strangely, and made the comment so, including ‘I've never seen a wombat in the wild, I've only seen dead wombats on the side of the road, due to the idiots that follow me around and speed ahead of me trying to be in control of the situation’. I should add here – those wombats were “posed” along the side of the road. POSED in upright positions. And as I write this, another placed dead kangaroo at the Campwin Beach turn off. (Later in 2026: Last 2 trips down to the mail box – no dead kangaroo on the side of the road, first time ever in years. Not sure what’s going on there, as there still most definatly is SAME nasty dog bitch trying to sabotage me when I drive into Sarina. WILL NOT BE RETURNING as much as I can help it, they literally are trying to kill me (with bad food, meat), then come out to my house and beep. See what happens when you try to do something about the nuisance people, the criminals, the hopeless. They try to kill you. Well, not going to stop writing my BLOG you little criminals. And it’s not like Sarina actually has anything good to offer, so no love lost there. Your loss (you probably are not even aware about why it is your loss, idiots.) But I’m sure the dead kangaroos will be back next trip anyway. PREDICTABLE evil. Butcher PREDICTABLE evil. Oh, that reminds me, if you read my blog you will know I have had a lot of kangaroo meat stolen out of my freezer, but since all my cats have died now, I no longer purchase it – and I am fairly certain I saw an add on FB with some woman winging about cat food – HA she can’t steal mine anymore HA HA HA. {Another 2 trips down to the mail box and still no dead animals by the side of the road!!} also, there is someone in a white single cab Toyota Hilux who follows me around- they hoon, all the time. Pretty sure it is female, and could be a cop, they are really arrogant. Possibly she is same person who is putting on cat videos on YouTube atm, and showing people being cruel to animals. Pure evil. Not entirely sure why following me – it is like they are a stray dog following a stranger home. Maybe the cunt using me with dead animals, smashed up cars, and now animal cruelty. I sometimes catch their car in my car cam or body cam. Have not got a number plate – that girl is pure evil, trying to be a hero – major mental health problem. Infact I think this was the girl at Mitre 10 Sarina harassing me on the radio when I was in store; she was trying to be tyrannical bitch – targeting me. Pure obsession!! I’ll get her then, those ones that are obsessed are stupid – they fuck up. Sooo obsessed they can’t apply common sense. Maybe it was her who stole my Pension at Gin Gin – stole my back xray??? Last night I could not sleep, (no, you don’t need any money…..) 2am in the morning, I knew there was mail down my drive way in the letterbox, so I thought good a time as any to get it, nice and cool at least – oh guess what suddenly down there – a car hoons. All the time I am harassed by car hoons. How exactly am I meant to get rid off them - set up my own personal spike strips? I don’t see why I have to “get rid of them” I did not invite them. Stop using me. 4. Brampton Island This is a Google screenshot of what it said when I looked up Brampton Island, just off the coast of Queensland, near Mackay. First, I thought, “purchased by United petroleum”, that can’t be good, thinking they probably just wanted to mine it or something, but after thinking about it, I figure they’re just a rich company that wanted to buy an island; who doesn’t want to own an island for holidays? Plus, if you venture out there, there is nothing stopping anyone from hopping ashore and wandering around. It is beautiful, stunning, magnificent….(summertime swimming only with stinger suits). And, worth way more than $5.9milllion I thought at first, – but I guess there is no power or water on these islands, not to mention, and you know, there are going to be a whole heap of problems if you want to build out there, in obtaining materials (read my automated blind story in “Car Jack stolen out of my car whilst it was parked at the mechanics” – an Australian bogan thing? Plus, every now and then, there are cyclones that wipe anything out that is not “cyclone proof” which means one has to spend money on proper construction, something QLD, is not famous for. So, then I was thinking, I noticed around about 2000 – 2010, there was quite a lot of closures of holiday resorts in QLD. Aside from cyclones, I personally believe this is due to the Internet, because now we can see where we want to go, we can find images of places we want to see, we can totally investigate what we want out of our holidays. Whereas before, we didn’t have any, or limited information, we could only take the word of the travel agency, and the travel agency, together with the hotels, were in the business of making money, so in my inkling feeling, there is a difference in reality, and of what you previously saw in the shiny brochure that tempted you in the first place. Well, as I don’t know, I can only guess! So, another excellent thing coming about, due to the internet and social interaction online - travel shonks are exposed. And while I’m at it, I add, there are quite a few (heaps) of islands off the coast of Queensland, and they are all stunning and highly desirable places, and mostly so far uninhabited. (I do find it a little strange, that the most desirable places are uninhabited – what? are you all opposed to living in desirable locations? preferring the overcrowded suburbia?). There are a few resorts on some of them, but there seems to be in an area of adequacy, and that is transport to the islands, it’s like some of the owners thought, “oh wow what a beautiful spot we could easily open up at little hotel here, many people would come, it’s so gorgeous”, but they hadn’t given any thought to how people are actually going to get there, a lot of them have outsourced the transport, and those companies don’t have any incentives to get a lot of tourists staying at the resort, and are unreliable, so they charge an arm and a leg. Like if you book a week’s stay at an island resort, then you have also then had to look for transport out there. It seems to me, that the resort ought to be arranging transport from the nearest centre, not the tourists! And, factor in seasick people. Anyway, I would love to live on a secluded island, if anyone needs a caretaker, please let me know, there does not seem to be any adds for one, anywhere! 5. Gardeners have been Dazzling me for Years I am not a keen traveller, I haven’t really ventured anywhere too scenic, (read my “Travelled Twice in 30 years” photo story on page A.) I did however use to catch the train to and from Sydney for holidays whilst I was studying in Hornsby. And what reminded me of this 1 trip, was, that now I spend a bit of time on Pinterest, and see all these amazing places, “spots”, and also people‘s wonderful ideas they have for their backyards / street fronts, - just a vast array of really wonderful interesting things /ideas that people have come up with, to decorate their lives. I think back to those times when I caught the 5hr train trip to Sydney, starring out the window into people’s back yards, and I don’t recall seeing really anything of great interest! It seems Australians have sidestepped the whole ‘creating an interesting space’ for themselves, when it comes to gardens and backyards – well the ones that live along the train lines at any rate. However, I do recall a flash of colour once; I was “squared” into my chair after 4hrs, or so, head slumped on my hand, staring out the window, staring at all the sparsely spaced gums go by, with their dull hue, seemingly every roadside verge and new paddock looking the same as the last, and all whizzing past. Then, and I literally only had 2 seconds to take it all in, but in the mist of all of the sparsely spaced dry gums with their ashen mood, suddenly a large luminously red object dazzled by; it was a clearing in the gums, with a house , and the whole thing was covered in that wonderful exotic Parthenocissus - ‘Boston Ivy’! It was an autumnal flash moment, of red brilliance! Quite memorable. 6. The Professional Bikie -Harley Davidson One time I was driving down to Sydney from Gunnedah, via the back old scenic highway. I was probably about four hours into my trip and thought I should probably do a bathroom stop should I come upon such a place. Then I came up to what looked like a big restaurant, and there’s a whole heap of bikes, about 50 Harley Davidsons parked outside. So, I thought, well, I’m not busting, so I’ll just pass that one, hold it until the next opportunity. An hour later another rest stop came up, there weren’t many cars parked there, and by then I was kind of busting. So, I stopped, but as I started walking to the rest rooms, I was suddenly inundated by Bikie‘s, they were suddenly everywhere, I am not entirely sure where they came from either! So, to get to the bathroom, I had to kind of weave in and out all these really tall ’geared up’ bikie people! There were dozens of them, and all very tall. I got a close-up look at all of them actually, and they were all basically well-dressed men, middle-aged, it was obvious that they were ‘professionals’ who were out enjoying the weekend, going for a ride. So, I kind of cringe now whenever I hear stories on the news about the ‘bad bikie gangs’. When really, they are good citizens just out to enjoy their weekends on a good bike, in the bright sunshine. Those news people just want to make everyone afraid of Bikies! And, it works; Bikie below is my neighbour (72-year-old man – retired rodeo horse man, and SS driver). He tells me, if he stops, he sometimes gets verbally attacked by other men; the police told him, it’s because of the bike, people assume he is a BADIE. So silly, news people ought to be ashamed of themselves. And it reminds me of my persecutors “banning me” from all social media’s, because they are trying to make me the bad guy – it’s the same thing. There is a real social problem in regards to this world wide – and it is definatly television story related, with heroes and villains. Superman related. I should add, that bike does smell when running, it burns up a lot of fuel, and Bikie types may not notice it. Also, my neighbour is still living there after he told me he was moving, so he is a liar. Bad. There is no point in talking to a liar now is there. I bet bloody obsessed stalker psycho Miss Goldman (house mistress from school), had something to do with going and getting all of those Bikie‘s, to get in my way - what a little bitch. 7. Zam Car Harrassing Me There’s something deeply disturbing about ordering online from Kmart. I believe they have dogs online there that sabotage my order. They make things unavailable at checkout, but they also seem to not stock online, the same products that they have in store, and or they vary in quality. The dogs are at online Kmart. So, anyway, I believe this person above, that car owner , as the bimbo dog who was standing by the car, skedaddled as soon as I took my camera out, has something to do with it. I’ve had this kind of problem with this numberplate before over many years, unfortunately this is only the first time I’ve got a photo of the numberplate. ZAM – easy to remember. So, I have no idea why I have dogs harassing me, sabotaging me and following me when I go shopping (for years and years), but they do, and this is one of them, the girl standing there was short and skinny. She was standing there staring at me, so to any onlookers, it appeared nothing was happening, and they weren’t actually doing anything; THIS IS EXTREME HARRASMENT going on here. Oblivious police. Certainly, I could not complain to police “oh there is some girl staring at me with the same number plate” – they would not consider this harassment, they would not be able to see it, over all the years, in different locations. BUT I know that is not the truth of what was going on in this situation. This person is guilty as hell OF HARRASMENT, possibly theft, and should be in jail. So I know now it is ‘shopping related’, possibly some chain store owner owns a chain of cars with the zam number plates, and is trying to steal from me by overcharging?? 8. Thefts to state “I’m watching you” – a predator DOG statement For some reason, there seems to be an element of people, like a network of people. Maybe a gang or cult of people, {at first, it was only a select group of people in the television world, but now I have my neighbours who copy them, and all the other stupid little dogs in the television world who copy them}. They try to make me feel like I’m being watched all the time, like constantly for every second. Or to try to make me sound paranoid. I strongly suspect, NEGS old girls are responsible for this misconduct. For instance, if I’m in in the middle of doing something creative, creative especially, and not thinking about anybody or anything else, I’m just in my own element, ‘in the zone’, then they like to interject usually verbally, at those times, especially, to tell me that they’re still watching. This has been something that has been going on for at least 20 years in my life. I am not paranoid. Actually, quite the opposite, considering. But having to describe what happens in my life, the very act of describing what they do; makes me sound paranoid. 100% passive aggressive bitches. I have mentioned people constantly follow me too, even though I have talked about this on my blog, they still persist. Like last month I treated myself to a day trip, snorkelling, and guess who was on the boat watching me, the dogs, there was this one girl, she looked like an old NEGS girl, who specifically, at one point was standing in front of me, doing signs. I’m not going to get into what she was saying?- something about her stealing all the seasick tablets? Also, I don’t know if it was her, or the hosts on the boat, but I brought a tab of ibuprofen just in case, and it happened to be a brand-new tab, but when I got home and unpacked my BIG bag, there were 3 tablets missing from that brand-new tab. Now this is really typical of dogs, it is a part of still saying “I am still perving on you”. There was certainly no one on that boat that I knew. I have found whenever there are dogs around, something of mine is stolen - it doesn’t matter what it is, valuable or not, just as long as they can tell me that they’re watching me, and they’re stealing from me – and trying to powertrip over me. It sounds like older school-girl bullies doesn’t it? The thing is, when I was at school I don’t recall any older bullies, maybe 1 or 2, but nothing along the lines of what I now experience – nearing 50 years old. Plus at the end of the trip, that girl and her man were suddenly standing behind me, so there was some weird thing about taking the skinsuits back to the shop – they did not. They wanted me to see them, in their old Mackay Air Con van. FUCK OFF. Also, I noticed after such occurances, there seem to be others or the same (?) who want me to “smile”, as in “forget” about the great injustice that has just happened, and be “positive” - OMG opression101. I would like to know why these women have nothing else better to do than obsess with what I’m doing? How could someone be so empty inside, that all they can do is obsess about a complete stranger? -or at any rate, possible someone that they went to school with, someone younger?? Why would they think I cared what they were doing? Guess what you big ego heads I DON’T, but bugger off out of my life – stop harassing me you utter COWARDS, (WHO KEEP YOURSELVES UNKNOWN). I would like to tell you BIMBOS, from now on, for every second of every minute of every hour of every day, I’ll be telling you to fuck off. You know, I think this goes back to school days when the school teacher is telling them to pay attention, so for a certain personality type, it gets jammed into their head, and now these people want to prove to the world, about how much they pay attention - sickos, raising sickos. 9. A Sydney Street taking ‘Public Gardening’ On - Well Done to Them I couldn’t believe this street when I turned into it on google maps. A whole huge section of this long Street has been planted with these very well manicured trees, that have been clipped and pruned into tight rather largeish cone shapes! Extraordinary, and I do wonder who planted them and who maintains them? This street has got to get the monthly $50 award for one of the best streets in Sydney. J Btw, I came across a garden on Google Maps, that I classified as the worst garden in Australia! I took a screenshot and uploaded it to my “Street Stuff” Pins on Pinterest, but somebody deleted it! I will not bother finding it again to reupload, as all it showed, was a front yard full of white pebbles, and that was it – not a blade of plant of any kind! But I want to say, my personal theory as to why some people do not garden, is because they don’t receive credit for it. I mean sometimes it takes 50 years before a garden reaches maturity. So, it’s not because they don’t have enough money or ambition in life - it’s because they have big vain egos and want to be ‘pat’ on the head like a 3rd grader!! J - which ofcourse no one is going to do unless your garden is somehow extra spectacular, but even then, probably not. Lol Researching plants; So, it’s Temperate, Tropical, Subtropical, Cool climate and Cold climate. Don’t know why those Americans make it so complicated with all their zones and numbers! Got to apply the KISS Principal whenever you can! 10. ‘Skipping Along’ Car Some people just know how to live! Pink Porsche! what a dream car...however, but, alas, I could not own or drive one of these cars, as this situation, is what I would term as a 'skipping along' car. By 'skipping along' car, I mean, there is a phenomena, that if a certain type of person sees someone who is happily and merrily skipping along, (particularly a woman on her own), then they automatically go out of their way, to put something on their path, to trip the happy person up. And this car, exactly falls into the category of skipping along. So, if I were to own such a car, something bad would no doubt ensue. And shame on those tall poppy killers, for this reason, I don’t think anyone (not just me) could own one of these cars in Australia – Australians are just to dysfunctional, too bogany, too JEALOUS due to bimbo mothers breeding multiple kids – so stupid, wakey wakey. I am going to add a little bit: to be jealous of someone is like wanting to “walk in their shoes”, and really, this is in absurd concept. I imagine you would feel so uncomfortable living somebody else’s life, even if it was somebody you deemed had a good life, you would still feel uncomfortable. I suspect it would be uncomfortable x 50,000. You know our bodies are shaped by years and years of how we live our life, so nothing would feel right, your body would be all wonky. You won’t know what to do with yourself….. jealousy is not a real – yet they give in to imaginary feelings!! Jealousy is a sin in the Christian religion. {Is this why some idiot puts dead kangaroos on the rd that I take? (I had here worded ‘skippy killers’ before) Jealous of my triton? And so then steals something of mine?? Geeze, gets a real jealous issue! Photo from daikiridelimon. Tumblr Btw, I do say Australia is too bogan for a car like that, but I believe in South America, or should I say, countries south of America, well, if you had this car there, it would probably just be stolen! They have a reputation of being huge criminal countries who have a high crime rate, and notorious drug problems. Bad luck. 11. Nuisance Dysfunctional People Who Hang Around Me, Beep At Me, And Follow Me I put a video on YouTube of how to do a bias binding, as I was writing the description, I realized there was an issue I have not yet written about on my blog, and that is the issue of fucking arseholes or stupid bitches (I’m not entirely sure who – cowards at any rate) who seem to want to judge everything I do, especially sewing and any sewing related things I do, like patternmaking. And if my technique is not perfect, then those cowards, outside my home, spend a lot of energy telling me what a loser I am. This phenomenon sounds very strange, and a lot of you won’t know what I’m talking about, but I know a lot of you will. They do it, you can hear them easily. I can assure you that this ugly phenomena are true, and I am not suffering from any mental illness. It has been going on for many, many, many, years. And I suspect old NEGS girls has something to do with it, little people, little women. At first this was the case, now every stupid dog wants to copy them. So, I made it clear in my video, that this sewing project is just for me, and my personal use, it is not to be sold in an haute couture boutique, in fact, it’s not to be sold at all, since I pretty much have been banned from any social media outlet. Sabotage. It is unclear why I have these stupid human beings, on my back about these little details. Who do they think they are? I can tell you what they have, and that is a major mental health dysfunction themselves; “Mind your own goddamn business.” I suspect jealousy is the ultimate motivation, the jealousy dysfunction is so big in Australia, they are embarrassing. And if I do my project better than whoever, possibly my neighbour, she feels she loses. So, she throws a tantrum, and gets all the cars in the neighbourhood to beep, and therefore be a nuisance for me - a sore loser is the epitome of someone who is stupid, of low character, bad breeding and morally inept. Oh, and before I think one of my neighbours, was going around to my other neighbours (what looks like a shed of some sort, out of sight from my unit, up the hill a bit) and just sit there, for hours, and does this exact thing I am talking about, by beeping her car horn. Fucking nuts, but mainly she is a nuisance, and this falls under the police’s “harassment” law (I bet she’s a 3rd born, or 4th). – Why don’t you lock her up in a mental health unit? That stopped after I posted this, the other things have not. I mentioned this has happened a lot, over many years, not only in my home, but it happened when I was in the work place too, they have obsessive means and ways. This story also reminds me about; these stupid women I have who follow me around and want to ‘beat me’ at whatever I’m doing, so if I’m taking photos, they want to take better photos with a bigger and better camera. Or obviously any sewing projects, or cooking, or cleaning or gardening (lately I’m pretty sure it’s making YouTube videos), just whatever I am doing, they, want to do, whatever I’m doing too, but they try to ‘beat me’ by doing it better, they like to turn every situation into a win or lose situation, even over trivial things that aren’t traditionally, competitive. It’s a bit hard to explain what they do, but they do it, and they’re stupid, this is their stupid game that they play to amuse themselves. I don’t know how else I could possibly combat such stupid women, other than writing about it, as again, they are cowards, and like to remain anonymous. Then on top of that, there are other women out there who see what’s going on, and see some dog do something better (occasionally it happens!), then they think, “oh poor Emily, she must’ve lost, and therefore I will need to send help in the future for her”, and so do send in women to help. It’s just this incredible stupid cycle that goes around and around in circles! Dogs. Extreme harassment. Add to following a woman is a dysfunction, beeping incessantly is a dysfunction. And, a little tip for you, healthy women aren’t into dysfunction. Fuck off all Bimbo women; you know the day to day, things that I do, is not a competition. Unless there’s a start gun at the beginning, and a finish line at the end, it’s not a competition. And I certainly, do not need your help, if I missed a spot, I don’t give a flying fuck, comprehend. (Note, of all the hordes of dogs that they send to so call ‘help me, NONE of them have ever helped where it counts, like cleaning the house or putting cash into my account. Plus, a lot of those so called ‘helpers’ are the ones who steal from me, not only my things, but my ideas, skills and techniques.) Oh, and also, I heard they do this to other people, other artists who have talent, they think they are helping them, by pushing them with critique to be better, it is a known ’thing’ that dogs do. It is a power trip cat and mouse thing, NOT a helpful thing. 1 2 . This is What your Teenage Son Does – wake up BIMBO MOTHERS This bloody little shit next door neighbour teenager, used to get into my house at night when I slept, he would take things, upset my cat, and God know what else. This is how he did it; They use a knife to make a small inconspicuous slit in the flyscreen door just above the inside bolt. (Most homes have a flyscreen door in summer, as Australia is too hot to keep the main door shut.) Then they use the knife to insert through the slit, and pull the bolt across, so it becomes unlocked, then can be opened. So, but if a padlock is on the inside bolt (not even locked) then they can’t do it, as the top of the padlock stops the knife from flicking the bolt across. It is a monumental nuisance to make sure there is a padlock on the door all the time. And if you are not aware that this is what they do, then chances are you will not even have a padlock on the inside. Rental houses have NO security, not one I have lived in, has been properly secure. Its like they pretend this type of thing just doesn’t happen. All teenage sons are sneaky. This kid also followed me to 2 new address’s after I moved (some 100km away), and did the same thing. Like I said, it is a monumental nuisance to make sure there is a padlock on the door all the time. Especially when they steal the padlocks too. Also, what they do, they sometimes sneak in when I check mail or do something outside, so I am only out of the house for a minute, they sneak in, quick as flash, and take the padlock off or take the rod out of a window, they do it quick, in 23seconds or so, while I am not looking; so, they can later return while I sleep, as I don’t notice the missing rod or lock). Monumental nuisance. So, they still get in and steal, since I put the padlocks on the inside, items have still been stolen, I suspect some thieves have the key, and help themselves when I am out too. Where there’s a will…... Does anyone have any idea about how revolting these little shithead teenagers are? Most people are bloody clueless, I seem to be the only one who knows about these stupid thieving dogs. The local police did nothing, but later made sure I paid a $600 fine for car related ‘police set up’ situation – they are corrupt and have a soft spot for teenage sons. You know, I hope one day I see a bank robbery or something, see the person who did it, by chance know their name and address, then when the police ask me, who did it? I am going to say “well well well! I am not going to tell you, unless you pay me for damages caused to me by the police, in the past” - It would be sooo satisfying!! J 13. No COOL CAR ORNAMENTS due to Single Mothers When I was a fashion student at TAFE, I met another student who was this older woman, with a teenage son. Her son was bad. She lived nearby me at Chatswood. She confessed to me one day, that he used to steal those car logo ornaments from front bonnets, around the Chatswood area in Sydney. She was a single mother. She was an immigrant. Croatian or Romanian, somewhere round there. Different values. But I guess not any more. All the baddies are here now thanks to greed. Greed of politicians and councils who get more money with more people – they short sighted. (They no longer make those cool ornaments, due to this very fact.) Did you hear that - no more car logo ornaments, due to single mothers, raising disrespectful, sons. Could it be any more obvious? or hasn’t anybody made any correlations between single mother sons, and criminal behaviour? I’m sorry to tell you, but single mothers just can’t hack it, when it comes to looking after teenage boys. Clueless. Bimble bimble mothers, just want a ‘baebee’ - they don’t think about the fact that they will grow into individual other people, separate from them, and perhaps most of them don’t really know what men are really like before they get knocked up. They must have this fairytale idea about what men are like. Maybe they think their son will be the exception, because “I shall raise him the way I want, the good way”. Stupid women. (I was going to say Naive women just there, but you know it’s more than naivete, it’s like, not wanting to understand reality. I would go so far as to say a mental illness issue even, mentally stupid.) The above car ornament is a photograph of a scene from a movie “The Highwayman” and this movie has dogs in it. DOGS. In fact, I want to talk about this more, because I’ve noticed a recurring theme whenever there’s dogs in movies; there’s often car associations. Dogs in cars, dogs in brand-new cars, cars with fancy features. (I’ve talked about that before the people who show off new car details to me.) Always accompanied by multiple car beeping. You know, I don’t actually know anybody that works in the car industry. I’m not sure whether the whole industry is comprised of dogs who have socially retarded behaviours, or if it’s just the pushy rude car sales people who have infiltrated the television and movie world TO BRAINWASH CONSUMERS into thinking they need fancy expensive cars, so they think this kind of behaviour is acceptable – I think, they think, they are product placing via creating ‘jealousy competition’. Quite frankly, I don’t know who’s worse; single bimbo mothers, or pushy car sales people, I’m thinking possibility the 2 have combined, to create this revolting 21st-century monster. So, I just want to mention, that up to this point still, I hadn't had anything stolen from me in Sydney. Not that I had much when I was 18, but the people who steal from me, well, it doesn't really matter that I don't have anything much, they steal whatever they can see. If I only have the clothes on my back, then I take my jumper off as I’m hot – they would take it. SCUM. But when I was living at Chatswood, I had moved in as a flatmate to this couple, who had been living there for some years, they were a little older than me, and they had killer dogs in their backyard, literally dogs who were trained to kill intruders. So that could explain why I didn't have anything taken while I lived there! 😁 I recall the first item stolen from me in Sydney happened when I went to Parramatta Centrelink, and it's just kind of progressed from there, getting heaps worse after I moved to Melbourne and encountered all those students at RMIT. But if I recall, when I was friends with this Croatian woman, she sold me a sewing machine that was faulty, an overlocker that did not work at all. she knew it was not working, but said it was her sister who sold it to me - in retrospect I am thinking it was her. Stupidly dishonest. Btw, one time at Chatswood, I forgot my keys, and I tried to venture around the back, as I knew the back door was unlocked; I tried. I got as far as the wire gate on the side, but was met by the killer dogs, who even though they know me, know that I live there, as soon as I put my hand to the gate – such reaction, those dogs would’ve ripped me to shreds, they were so vicious. As I was standing there, staring at them, trying to calm and relax them, I could see they had so much hatred in their eyes, you couldn’t imagine it – no one would have been able to get through to that back yard. Dogs trained by dogs. Oh, and I absolutely have no doubt that whoever made that movie, the car people involved, have stolen from me, because I have used that image above: one thing I've noticed about movie people, they are completely anal about their pictures, and that they are not to be shown anywhere unless they say so. Simon Says. So, a screenshot – the dogs will think that is not ok. When in fact, it is ok to use a screenshot, it is the same law about filming whatever you see in the course of your day, and uploading it to social media. (I have checked with lawyers about this). If they want to make up Rafferty’s rules and steal from people as payment, then that’s their bad karma, they will be going to hell. I'm not stealing anything, I'm not claiming that this movie was my movie, that I took this shot, or I am making any money from it. It's just those people in the industry are completely stupid about this particular issue, it's along the lines of the people who steal from me, they are stupid because they can't figure out how to obtain what they want. Some call them zombies. At one point I heard female computer nerd perverts, were hacking people's computers, in antagonistic retarded manner to “see” what other images were on their computers, what other screenshots, and then stealing from anyone who had a screenshot of anything!! Stupid girls, coming up with excuses to steal, to justify their hacking pervert behaviour. Unlawful. (Btw, I believe there are “bootleggers” so to speak, and HA, you can’t perv on them, as they don’t live in glass house – so HA HA HA TO those stupid hackers, - go the bootleggers – and way to get people to choose a side that encourages movie theft – stop using me you stupid narcassitic dogs. So, while there are many smart people in the movie industry, there are a lot of REALLY STUPID ones. I don't think I've actually mentioned this before, but considering how much theft I have had from stupid actors (I even really don’t want to call them actors, it’s like they are street people: they got just any unemployed person off the street, to read some lines infront of a camera – same as what the Dr’s receptionists did at Gin Gin to make me wait. Bimbo stuff), I think it's worth mentioning right here right now. An industry of stupidity; stop talking to me stop stealing from me you stupid little bored desperado dog leeches. As someone advised me; you don’t need an “education” to work in the television and movie industry. It attracts non thinkers and love-starved attention seekers. And no, I will not be replacing that car ornament screenshot with an image from a “royalty free website”, because this issue needs to be exposed, I'm exposing you too, you little pathetic petty thieving bimbo computer hackers. I have been advised by the “television industry”, that they are have stopped doing single mother placement. Yes, this is actually a thing, the television industry yield a lot of power in society, and they have been encouraging single mothers, all these years. They have also been encouraging adoption of overseas kids, because overseas there is less “care” than there is in Australia, and so there are way more problems overseas. So the wannabee “I’ll save you” people, were trying to get Australian single women to adopt those poverty kids. I'm not sure if they've stopped doing the overseas adoption, but they've definitely stopped product placing single mothers in popular TV shows - so thank goodness for that. Because single mothers cannot do the job properly, it takes ying and yang, not just ying. Most women can't even look after themselves properly let alone a child; without love, without attention, without a discipline: you get a criminal. Mothers: the root of all problems. 14. My Good Flyscreen Door. This fly screen door, I couldn’t resist putting a photo of it on my blog, because I absolutely loved it. I purchased it for $5 at the Gunnedah tip, then restored it, painted it and put some fancy prints on it, plus a catflap. I had it on the Rangari house for the whole 10 years that I lived there. I had it on the next 3 rentals after Rangari. At my last rental, it wouldn’t fit on the door, so it had to stay outside, and in the process got warped and mostly ruined in the Queensland humidity, plus by this stage, I’m getting a little bit too old to be carting things like doors around to every place I have to live, I already have enough little additions that most rentals don’t have, like my induction cooker, benchtop dishwasher, fridge, shade house, multiple storage units, wardrobes, spice rack, proper lights…. For every rental house that I live in, they all require certain additions to be functional; same with furniture. Some furniture pieces’ just don’t fit from one place to the next, and have to be thrown out or stored, plus replaced with one that does fit. It’s a monumental effort and COST to constantly keep having to relocate your home. So, I had to throw this door out and I’m annoyed about it. I need a door like this that has a catflap on it, no rentals have cat flaps, even if cats are allowed. And a lot of rentals don’t even have proper fly screen doors that can be locked. My latest place, there’s no catflap and it’s a nuisance to have to open the door for my cat every time he wants to come in and out. I tried to find a second-hand door that would fit, but of course up here near Mackay, there are no second-hand places to get anything like a second-hand door. This area is really lacking behind in this area. I don’t believe anyone recycles anything? Or maybe Queensland is just too young yet, and all the homes here are mostly new, and there’s been no renovations yet or changes made, inorder for people to discard old features. Because you just can’t get any products second-hand up here, aside from clothing. Also, when I found this photo, it reminded me that I had already talked about it, and used this very photo, but I could not find it, so it was either taken, or it was done for Facebook before I started my blog, and before I was ban, or microsoft PC search is misbehaving. Sidebar; my sewing machine is set up on my kitchen table, that does not fit in my kitchen, so it is in bedroom. It’s one of those wooden picnic tables that has a barrier or a foot rest below it. Therefore, my sewing machine foot doesn’t quite fit, and sewing is a little awkward. My original sewing table that I started off with when I was 20, (I think it was grandmas hand-me-down kitchen table), after the 5th relocation, it fell apart. Typical of a lot of furniture. So it is furniture, my cats, and myself that loath and cannot handle having to constantly relocate, yet that is what I am forced to do by DOGS. THIS IS OUT OF MY CONTROL. Curses 15. Things That Pricks Do: Throw objects on my roof at night to wake me up before I fall asleep. Fuck off you stupid dog. {Heath Barwick and friends, used to do that at Rangari, in the last 3 years there, too. Plus aswell as at Kookaburra Park, GinGin} Park outside, and sit outside your home, at night, and sometimes then steal something before leaving early in the morning. (what the?) Drive past and or park, then beep outside my home repeatedly, constantly, daily. Do signs. Including number plate signs (Melbourne sign dogs). Set up certain, multiple, people, to cross my path, and or just stare at me, repeatedly. Rev their car repeatedly. Drive up to you, then turn around and drive off, repeatedly. (and beep) Follow me into town and beep at me. Follow me to the post Office. Follow me wherever I go, and steal something. Follow me into shops to eaves-drop (or, used to be public transport). Overcharge me at the counter, - sales girls do this, repeatedly. Steal out of my locked car when I leave it to go into a shop. All towns. Tamper with my car in car park, so when I return, it does not start, (, btw, those nasty bitches refused to allow me to use their phone to call the mechanic. FUCK I HATE THEM; they seriously need to be shot). Key my car. Try to manipulate me via distractions (this is huge - plus they have done it for many years) Kill my plants. THERE ARE HEAPS MORE, I can’t think of them all this morning, but I will update this list as I remember them all; there are heaps more passive aggressive ones that COWARDS DO. Non confrontational cowards with “imagined” problems with me, instead of real ones – that’s why they are passive aggressive; non real issues, of mentally retarded delusional idiots. As you can see there is a lot of ‘car’ related prick activity. I suggest they do a whole special paragraph in the “learn to drive, L plate P plate, handbook”, about how to conduct oneself, it you are annoyed about having NO CONTROL. You have no control over me; we do not know each other, we are not friends, we are not married, we are not lovers. You have no influence whatsoever on me – (as you failed to do the ‘hard yards’); DEAL WITH IT. Deal with having no control, do not take your frustrations out on me, a single lady. 16. Ways to Get Rid of Pricks I write this, because, I have problems, not so much from men ‘hitting’ on a woman, but literally from people, (woman too) who just hang round, wanting something. Either close or outside in the street. (weird) Read feminist books or Christian bible stories Listen to classical music. Do hose spraying; they perceive it as a sign. Do housework, clean the toilet. Stare at them, take their photo (if they are not so coward that they hide in their car or behind the bush, or outside….). Talk about thieves who steal from me. Talk about health problems – but not as effective as talking about thieves. Laugh at them. (This works 100% of the time, something about remembering the playground in primary school). Talk about your feelings. Yawn when they talk. Be the Cat, not the Mouse. This works 100% of the time. Get over-weight. (I am thinking, chopping off all your hair would work too). Call them at work. Write about their bimbo mothers who created such an arsehole (although I literally have had men hang around and be a nuisance, for the sole point of wanting me to write about their horrible naive mothers.) It’s always the mothers fault. Explain to them all about bimbo women, and they ought to find one of those types. Make them understand that you are smarter than him -although in my experience, this only happens after a lot of familiarity, and ideally you want to get rid of them way before that point. Psychoanalyse them constantly. Wear your all-white terry towelling outfit, or your ivory silk velvet tracksuit with ribbons!! Surround yourself in strong floral scents, like, tip some in a wash load, burn essential oils. Let them know what they really want, make it clear, (they are stupid, they will believe you), and you don’t have any for them. Don’t give them anything. Don’t take any bait, don’t be sucked in. (It’s really control they want). And ofcourse post photograph of them online, along with naming and shaming (also 100% affective, although this may drive them 100% nuts too!). Laugh at them again. 17. Under the Carpet Stuff Under the Carpet Stuff Google search: “he was a seedy character” “If you describe a person or place as seedy, you disapprove of them, because they look dirty and untidy, or they have a bad reputation.” “seedy” definition and meaning; Collins English dictionary. The real meaning of the word ‘seedy’, is the word used to describe perverts who steal women seeds. So far from what I can gather only 1 person I have encounted, gets what I am talking about in the full extent. Little boy problems. One of my landlords, David Heywood, used to come round to smell me, yuck. I just looooove having landlords. You know some might say, the very worst things that happens to me in my life, hasn't even been written about here on my blog. But for me the very worst thing I have to deal with has been the stealing, and has been what prompted me to write about my life in the first place. Everything thing else I can handle. Stealing is a crime in Australia, against the law, there are people paid to do something about it. There are no laws about other seriously handicapping activity, like for instance stalking, harassment, verbal bullying and metaphysical stuff. I mean I have complained to the police about the thefts on numerous occasions, not that they have done anything about the thefts anyway, but I've never complained to the police about the harassment, even though the harassment would be by far a greater occurrence {and there have been a lot of thefts}. The only time I have seen it written as law is in a Tenancy agreement: “there has to be quite enjoyment of the premises” - so that would be free from harassment. But I've not lived anywhere where this has been followed, like I have received so much harassment, some places I had but no choice to leave. The police would not do anything about this, maybe the landlord would, but in half the cases it has been the landlord or landlords kids harassing, so- NOT – or they get manipulated by the baddies – female dogs who play sides. And so basically anything else aside from thefts, is not going to be dealt with by any kind of authorities, or “powers that be” - people who can do something about it, EVER. Although, I have noted, just quietly, there are some authorities who attempt to write those wrongs, sometimes they DO, {as I mentioned I think before, I had a specific problem that I had endured for over 15 years by someone, some unknown stalking person, and one day, it stopped, just like that!! – I had written about it on my blog}, But those people often get situations completely and utterly wrong. And on the other hand, there are perpetrators telling me that those good people who can see the situation as for what it really is, and try to do something about it “have packed up and gone home” - in the hopes to get me to stop writing about my life on this blog – and naming names. Not going to happen. You are right to be scared. I will mention some of the harassment at Rangari because it concerns landlord David Heywood in relation to the people who harassed me. Even though I did live 40km out of town, and my nearest next-door neighbour was half a kilometre away, I still was harassed. I can assure you compared to living in suburban area, it's certainly 50 million times better. But I still was harassed, I've talked about the planes as a big constant nuisance following me around, and out there on the farm they would sometimes just circle over my house for hours, and for days, - completely annoying. There were multiple things that I haven't even talked about on my blog, like hundreds of weird things that people did, they would sneak out to my place and do weird things - not just the stealing. I will mention one incident: I looked out across the paddocks one evening was at dusk, and I saw a shed on fire, it was at least 1km away, difficult to see, but I could see flames. I had been over in that area before, and it was a kind of an abandoned rundown area on Davids farm, so if a shed was on fire, it wouldn't be burning anything of any value. I thought it’ll just die down in a matter of moments as it’s all corrugated iron. After 4-5 minutes it stopped. Now David came around the following morning (in retrospect this was not a coincidence). I told him his shed over the way was on fire yesterday, and he was completely non-phased by what I said, like, a normal response would be, What! Fire on MY land?! Where?. But no, he just grimaced and that was it. Weird. I mean, some might say well why didn't you call him yesterday, but I actually didn't have a phone out at Rangari. (And that neighbour half a kilometre away was a drunk who stole from me, and the other neighbour next to him used to spray pesticides over my house). And as I mentioned not a serious fire. Anyway, so after that odd incident, sometime later I saw on the news; they were doing a fireworks story and they had just invented this really cool thing of putting images on a building, and guess what I saw: someone had put flames on a building - it was just like what I saw on Davids shed. So, I didn't see a shed burning after all, only a projection of flames on a shed wall – in the distance. So, knowing this, I then could see why David didn't react as a normal person would to a fire, on his farm. So David knew about all the people coming out onto the farm and harassing me - and he never said anything to me about it, he never tried to stop it from happening, in fact he probably was pleased that he knew something that I did not: some sort of control and power over me, because as a tenant, he didn't have any over me, aside from Tenant duties that I am obliged with, which I always diligently did; I am not going to give anyone fuel. Plus, out there, basically I just had to pay rent. So, he had 2 kids, both girls, who then, where in their 20’s – so as their dad, he could speak to them how he chooses, he could yell at them if he wished - not that I ever saw him around his kids, or ever met his girls. However, with me, NO, he could not exert is power over me in this manner – and this as it turns out – really pisses certain men off. Lol. And btw, this is why not all people ought have kids – as kids are not there for your personal flexation of psychological muscles. WAKE UP. So, maybe he was approached by someone who wants to play a trick on me, and he's gone ‘yeah sure’ thinking that it will be harmless and amusing. Well maybe harmless and amusing to him, but I can assure you being harassed in this manner is not harmless or amusing to me at all, I was not laughing at any point. And it's exactly this type of fun ‘yeah go ahead’ which also tells the community that, “yeah tricks, do it – and stealing small invaluable items, that’s a trick too, that will be really amusing – so sure go ahead”. It's bloody stupid behaviour on behalf of a landlord – let alone one fully gown adult male in his 40’s. So as far as I'm concerned, this is monumental arsehole behaviour. Thers no exceptions. 18. FAT SHAMING Now normally, I wouldn’t complain if a business sent me a wrong size, because I could just return it and get the right size, or they would issue me a refund, but this seller didn’t want to do that, for some strange reason. Therefore, they are dodgy seller. Their name is Undercover Hosiery & Lingerie AU, The Undercover Customer team Michelle and Safel. The problem is being that they have waist and hip measurements on their webpage listing, and so I measured myself accordingly and chose the size. Only their sizing was off, because it was too small, and as I had specifically measured myself, it should’ve been a perfect fit. Why they didn’t just send me a larger size or refund is beyond me, in this situation, as it wasn’t a change of mind situation, they were in the wrong. (I can only assume this company is run by little girls). So, I returned the item, at my expense, when infact they should’ve paid for return shipping because it was their fault, and in our conversations, they were not very nice, and still refused to refund me, or send me a larger size. So, when I explained to Amazon customer care what happened, they gave me a refund straightaway. I don’t know whether amazon charges the company the refund amount, or pays for it through profits, I just don’t know. But as I am on a personal mission to stop thieving, and, retailers, at present, are coming in at the NUMBER 1, for biggest thieves in Australia, I am going to the effort of writing my grievance down. {All retailers try to steal, they push faulty products on to me, they short change me, and they overcharge. Plus, a lot of them are selling clothes that are 1 or 2 sizes too small, and if I manage to find one in the right size, instore, then they swap it over, after checkout, (sneakily) for smaller size! Why the hell would I want clothes that are too small for me you little girl idiots? ARE you trying to dress all women as little girls? Grow the hell up.} Update in 2025, retailers are now stooping to a new low by photoshopping and enhancing online product photos, so that when you receive them, they are quite different and YUK. So, international online have been doing this for some years, Pinterest, but this year I noted local Australians are doing it (copycats): Lincraft, Mr Fothergills and Australian Plants Online, although I suspect those companies are not actually Australian. I strongly feel Asian maybe Korean (?) online retailers, on ebay and Temu, are stealing from their customers if the customers returns and item or demands a refund due to faulty product (a network here). I can confidently say the retail industry is made up of some really stupid people; the kind of people that want to sell you something that doesn’t work, at full price, and then when you take it back and demand a refund because it doesn’t bloody work; they’ll give you your money back, as by what the law states, but then they’ll follow you home and steal from you so they feel like they DIDN’T LOSE even if it was their fault with faulty product. It’s a stupid mentality brought about by nazi parents instilling in to their child NEVER TO LOSE – and the irony, it’s often straight A students who later have this problems (not used to failing, can’t handle it at all). I personally believe because they are in the wrong, but still STEAL do recoup their loss, they cannot see the situation for what it is, not due to mental illness, but due to stupidity. Stupid. Just because you passed the exams does not mean you are smart! By the way, they did claim that they never received the item, which is a possibility, maybe somebody stole it at Australia Post (It has happened before), but due to the way that they talked to me, and treated me, I am more inclined to think they are the guilty ones, who just said they didn’t receive it when in fact, they did. BUT, as well, somebody computer savvy, hacked my computer, and stole the photograph that I had taken of the stamped parcel with the senders address. So, somebody went to a lot of effort to try to cover their arses, and get out of refunding me; all to no avail, because I have been refunded, although this does suggest that the person who stole it actually got away with stealing it, and as well, as I got the refund. But the person who stole it, is a bloody idiot, because retailers and Australia Post are a huge network, and they will know exactly who stole it, if it was stolen via Australia Post; you’ve got to be a total bimbo to steal in this manner. Mind you, I find a lot of times when I report stolen items, they go ahead and investigate, and they discover who stole it, (this includes the police as well as retailers and Australia Post ), but after discovering who stole it, they still don’t do anything about it. They just know who stole it, and seem to be quite content about the situation so long as they know who stole it, and give me a refund anyway. In fact, this has happened quite a few times, it’s like they personally know the person who stole it, and know she is a pretty bimbo, and young, so they give them a chance, and forget about it. It’s ridiculous, even pretty bimbos need to be held accountable, otherwise they just continue to do it. By the way I couldn’t find my bike shorts in the correct size anywhere in Australia so I had to purchase a man’s pair of black bikies, which, for some strange reason actually fit quite well, up the top part, although the thigh part was a little small. As I’m getting older and bigger, I’m finding it impossible to buy large size clothes. In fact, and as I know, the whole clothing industry in Australia is run by little girls, I suspect that they, are on their own personal mission of ‘punishing’ women (the bimbo dominatrix) who are overweight, or just plain big, by not stocking any size over size large (L) (size 16 or 18). And if retailers do stock them, then they only stock 2 items in larger size, when in fact they’ve got probably a market base of several hundred thousand women who fall into that larger size category. FAT SHAMING. Plus useless buyers in the retail clothing sector – either that or their target market are young skinny women, who are the only ones still stupid enough to constantly buy new clothes as per the trend dictates. 19. Women Throwing Tantrums If Someone Speaks to Them IN A RAISED VOICE. Obviously, these women I’m talking about, are not Greek or Italian. The Greeks and Italians are infamous for yelling at each other. Dealing with their problems, and emotions, especially within family units, through loud verbal communication. It is a part of normal healthy life. In fact, this is a page from a book, that a typical Australian could learn from. Now there’s probably been a few people in my life who have taken revenge on me somehow without me knowing it, but since I don’t know about it, I can’t write about it or therefore have any idea of any offence that I have may have caused. But these two instances here, of irrational overreaction behaviour, (possibly hysterical), have had a long-term lasting effect on my life. And it is much to their misfortune, as well as mine, unbeknownst to them. One of them was a retired schoolteacher, and the other one was a policewoman. Shirly Urquhart and Sharon Morgan. This absurd behaviour, I feel would come about from the women being spoiled little brats. But I mean possibly after ‘lauding’ over, so many people, such as a teacher and a policewoman would do, this intern could build up their ego, and so they have fancy tickets on themselves and therefore would be overly offended if somebody yelled at them. You know when most people get yelled at, the person just yells right back at them. You have a yelling conversation, then it ends. You get on with your life, or rectifying the yelling situation. Which does not involve seeking spiteful vindictive revenge. But these two women were so offended by my raised voice, one of them incarcerated me for seven days to see if I was “crazy”, and the other stole an item of mine; an expensive cooler and water bottle. Now, considering how many items of mine have been stolen; I can’t remember having any raised conversations with anyone else, but given the above ridiculous scenario, it wouldn’t surprise me if there was something just as trivial, that has triggered other Bimbo women to steal from me?? Yes, that is correct, this behaviour is bimbo. I am not really sure how I can possibly deal with this kind of dysfunction, other than writing about it, so those big ego heads, can hear about their bizarre nature, of their very own personal dysfunction, in the “collective consciousness”. And maybe, they can step back from their power tripping ways, possibly humble themselves, just a little, so they can keep a grasp on reality, and not turn into monstrous, bully bitches. WAKE UP. And by the way, the reason why I was yelling at the Gin Gin Chief Constable in the first place, was because I was advised previously; when dealing with the Gunnedah Police, at a previous address, if I wanted the police to do anything, I literally have to yell at them, so to get them off their arse to do something about, which, by the way did work to a certain extent, I had a few items returned in a very strange mysterious manner, after yelling at the local police! (But can’t you just imagine some older wiser cheekyars, whispering to me “go on yell at them, yell at the police” – and I’m like OK I will!) – how was I to know they are anally retarded about yelling? BTW, the cops in Gunnedah have to be on rotation, like they can’t have the same police working in Gunnedah for too long, as there’s too much comradery and mateship, then crimes are overlooked, and there is corruption. I feel this policy ought to be applied to Gladstone and Bundaberg police. And the reason why I was yelling at Shirly Urquhart, was because the admin at Gunnedah council, specifically the arts council Admin; were stealing from me via my cards, only giving me 40% of the agreed profit margin. And Shirly Urquhart, not an admin person, but very much involved in the gallery, would have known about it, everyone knew about (even my jobs provider knew about it, who later paid for card replacements! J). And she was the person there at the time, when I called about my cards. So, it was her I yelled at her for stealing my card money. Actions=Consequences. I need to add a special paragraph about “knowing about something and not doing anything about it” I see this a lot, especially when it comes to petty theft. Its like, other trivial matters, like “well she said such such about you and called you this name” – they have NO problems telling. But when it comes to lawful matters, like theft, arial poising, deliberate nighttime noise makers, and domestic man/wife matters, they suddenly go quiet, fearful. SUCH COWARDS most people are. {Mary Lung, you belong in jail – this reference was from a docu I watched – can’t even remember what it was about now, or who Mary Lung is, but I made a note about it at the time!! J } Note all those vector images above ; I could not find any free female ones, which is worth commenting about, because I suspect those 2 above mentioned women, in particular, do not except things that are different from the social norm; the social norm being women should act like ladies at all times, and being a lady doesn’t involve yelling! This is a ridiculous concept. We have a wide and varied vocal ability. It’s there to be used when we see fit, it’s not there to be oppressed. 20. Cure for Seasickness on Great Barrier Reef Snorkelling Day Trips In November I did something to my back, as I was lifting a box skewiff. It was quite painful and after a 2 weeks, had only partly heeled, so I knew I would have to drive up to Mackay and see a Chiro. Now, as I still had my sore foot – Collapsed Arch, and had extreme general moping feelings, about not being able to walk anywhere or do anything for the last 5 years; so, I thought I should treat myself to a snorkelling day trip just off Mackay coast, hoping the swimming would help with my back pain too, aswell as uplifting my spirits. Plus, as I have recently only moved here, I wanted to discover a bit more about the oceans in the area, (locals are tight lipped about things like stingers and crocs – actually I suspect the majority of people who live in QLD, are ‘new’! as in everyone has moved here from NSW over the last 20 years). So, at a total cost for the day incl chiro and petrol, of $300, I set off, the drive there was very painful. But the chiro was wonderful, and helped straight away. The boat trip out to the island reef was horrendous, 10minutes in, I was suddenly dazed, stupefied, nauseated, then sick, for the rest of the 40minute trip – it was awful. Ginger does not work. We got there, then we all snorkelled. In the water I slowly recouped. I love snorkelling. 2 hrs after, when we were meant to be on the boat eating lunch, I just stayed in the water for that hour, where I was happy and ‘sickfree’, I did get fairly cold, it was only November. My whole body was kind of stiff with the cold, but I figured it would be better to be a bit cold, than to be seasick. As it turned out, that cold helped tremendously with my back, and my foot. I awoke the following day to no pain at all – TOTAL CURE for my back, plus my foot seemed not to be hurting as usual. So that cure was not only from the Chiro, but it would be from that cold water – I was in there for 3 hours. So, worth it then. But the seasick does ruin the overall memory of the day. The host of the day, said he had never seen a croc on any beach at Mackay, and there were none on the beautiful Scawfell Island we stopped at. One of the others, said apparently there was 1 croc spotted in the Mackay marina since it was built. I have since read about the stingers, and there is a chance you will be stung in the ocean over summer, especially after big rains. So, I feel a stinger suit is necessary if you want to swim in the ocean. I have already purchased one, it is on its way from the UK, (none available in Australia), just in case I get the chance to swim again, maybe wishfully thinking…. BUT I have come up with a solution for seasickness on the ‘Wildcat’. The Wildcat crew, could easily rig up a (I think they’re called a parasail), with multiple hang-seats. I’m thinking you could get at least 16 across the back of a Wildcat, possibly 2 rows, so 32! I’m not sure whether anyone else would want to sit up there for the whole journey, 40 minutes or so, but I for one, would be delighted to, not only would I love the view of the ocean, and the sea breeze, but it would be a totally seasickness free stretch, saving a whole heap of nausea, vomiting and generally feeling like you are going to die. So, worth doing this crew? I did send this image to Wildcat, suggesting their Mackay team do it, but I didn’t hear back from them; such hesitancy to try something new…. Quick mention also, seems a lot of dangers about QLD ocean waters are ignored by tourist brochures (especially those brochures), and operators. Not saying that Wildcat fit this bill, as we were all given ‘Stinger Suits’, but a lot of operators are really quite irresponsible when it comes to describing anything NEGATIVE, they only want to encourage ‘bimbo happiness’, and don’t want anyone to know that there are DEADLY encounters up here; in the hopes of not deterring any paying customers. It pays to watch those documentaries on sea creatures. Above image is an old add plus parasail edits, from Wildcat Brisbane 21. Cruel Farming Tradition – Barbed Wire That artwork above ; as it was evolving in illustrator, I liked it because of the little curls on the striped outlines that emerged, it slightly reminded me of Barbed Wire and my childhood freedom wandering down the back paddocks... Living on farms, pretty much most of my life. There’s always been a lot of Barbed Wire lying around, most of the fences were done with Barbed Wire. I’m sure most people are familiar with Barbed Wire; it is a long wire with wire knots every 20cm or so, ‘barbs’, they are very sharp, so if you get too close to a Barbed Wire fence, it will catch you, cut you, rip you, and you will start bleeding for sure. They are very sharp and painful. The original point of the Barbed Wire, was to deter animals from crossing the fence, but I can assure you, it doesn’t have that affect it all, instead what it does, if an animal gets too close, or wants to go next door for some odd reason, they feel the pricks, then panic and struggle, and keep pushing, sometimes they get completely torn up and develop a major injuries, possibly resulting in infection, then death. And of course, there’s so much Barbed Wire lying around on most well-established farms, and often their fences are falling apart, so there are loops and tangles, and giant balls of Barbed Wire lying around all over pretty much every farm I’ve ever encountered, especially down the fence lines, so stock like horses and cattle get cuts regularly and sometimes it’s very bad, as I have witnessed it. Some farmers, most, tend to be a little lazy when it comes to fencing. It’s a total hazard. You know, maybe in the past when people weren’t quite as savvy or evolved as they are now, it would be acceptable, but by today’s standards, it is not acceptable to be cruel to stock or wild animals, and use Barbed Wire, there are by far, better fencing options available today, it appears some farmers are very slow to give up their old bad ways. And in my experience with daughters of farmers at school, this streak of cruelty has been inherited, and it really shows and shines through. And actually, I find it a little strange how farmers in Australia are pretty much highly revered, and they get a lot of political privileges, well, in Gunnedah, they did. But it is an industry that is wrought with dysfunction; social dysfunctions, family dysfunctions, sadistic dysfunctions and class/ ’airs and graces’ snobbery dysfunctions, particularly with the women/wives, who tend to turn a blind eye to their husbands and sons ways. I believe it is up to those wives to do something about their lazy husbands. 22. Umbrella stolen from my car by bimbo I had 5 umbrellas, I am now down to one bad one, see blue/white one below – with the other 4 all STOLEN. Actually, that green checked umbrella was given to me by a friend back in 1993, (Rachael) and she had got it from the shop where she worked in North Sydney because, she said, dozens and dozens of umbrellas got left there constantly, and they were forever having to throw umbrellas out. She basically had an unlimited supply to umbrellas. So, she gave me this green one, actually I’m not even sure why she gave me an umbrella, it’s not like I asked her for an umbrella, she just handed it to me and said here you go. And when this green checked one was stolen, at that particular time, back in about 2016(?), (I think I used it once in that whole time), but, who did I see presenting themselves to me on the street (in the typical fashion that I have seen girls present themselves usually from afar), but Rachael’s little sister, Sarah Wainberg. So, I’m thinking someone thought it would be funny upon hearing that my umbrella stollen, to suggest that it was probably Rachels little sister who stole it, as she thought Rachel should’ve given it to her, (!) or it actually was Rachels little sister who stole it (?) no convictions, or, it was Rachael’s older sister who stole it, wanting to blame her younger sister, thinking it would be funny (?) {family of 4 girls}. Who really knows about what these silly blonde women get up to - that whole family is German, dad was a Doctor in Gunnedah (I think they moved?), I bet Rachels older sister (not the very eldest one – as if she would have done anything like this), but the 2nd born one, I bet she had something to do with it (the one that I can’t remember her name for some strange reason, who looks like my current landlord, who btw, has a completely different name, Cate Rogers). I did actually check before I moved into this house with Council, if the person who told me owned this house, actually was the person who owned it, (been on a wild goose chase before by stupid bitchy women), and Council confirmed that it was true. So, either my landlord is who she says she is (from SA), or my landlord is completely a different person, who has changed her name!! who knows! But I think she had something to do with the theft of my big black golf umbrella at kookaburra Park; this umbrella had been painted with a very dark green paint in order to hide the advertisement that was on the umbrella, as at the time, when I was purchasing this, (it was a gift for my golfing father), there were no golf umbrellas that didn’t have any ads on them - it was very disappointing. Anyway, after my dad died, I inherited this umbrella, and so I painted it. It was in fairly good condition and it is now recognisable, if you see someone with a slightly dark green umbrella, if you look closely, you’ll be able to see the ads still on 4 of the sides. I want you to go and rip it off them, and hit them over the head with it, and tell them shame on them for stealing an umbrella from an old lady. They will be going to hell. And so, if it was not my landlord or her sister possibly Sarah Wainberg who took this, it was my neighbour there; Every time my neighbours come up here to stay (because that was not their permanent house; anyway, whenever they come, something gets stolen when they leave, and this time it was that umbrella, it was stolen off the back Veranda which is where I put it, has earlier it had rained (drought breaking rain) and I had been wandering around the garden with that big umbrella, especially over the side, of that neighbours, where they could peer down at me from their Kitchen window. Actually, I kept it on that back veranda always, it had been there for the last 3 years. The neighbour who owned that house is named Stella, (looks like Niki Barret), and her son, it was her son who had been there doing chain sawing, and sometimes he has a girl around, I think she may be a prostitute? Short blonde girl. 3 times over the last 3 years I have seen her, sometimes she acts weirdly, and talks to me on a pretend phone (I am not talking to her – she is nuts). That’s all the information I have on them, I don’t know anything else about them. Aside from the fact that the son is in his 30’s, who possibly steals from single women, and his mum is slightly zombie, as she told me she was selling her house, when infact she was not and did not. Liars and stupidity go hand in hand. See major problems with my neighbours wherever I go – they are all like that. Stupid and Nuts. So, their ‘seeing’ me or my landlords history with possible stolen umbrella and identity issue, I am not sure which one stole it. I do know there are certain characteristics which make people look the same, and it can be confusing for me, not being too good at recognising faces. I always thought, if I was a school teacher, who had year after year, a new group of kids, I would kind of flip out; because there are certain characters, who look the same (on first glance), and develop similar personality traits, because of their appearance. I’m not sure if I am explaining this correctly, but in a class full of kids, you’ll see different personalities emerge, and your mind will match the personality to their faces, to help recognize them. But when the next year comes along, with all new kids, you actually will observe similar personality traits, as the previous class, and what’s more these personality traits, will actually match in appearance too (on first glance) it is a little weird - but I’ve noticed and observed that this is a real phenomenon. I believe this comes about, because; peoples personalities are shaped by their appearance, because people react to someone’s appearance in a certain same way. An obvious example is if someone is pretty or not pretty, they get different reactions from others, but I think it is even more complicated than just that (like height, weight, neck shape/voice….weighing in to shape peoples reactions to a person). So, after people react to someone, continuously the same way, that person develops a certain response, and thus a personality trait, the same as another similar looking other person. mmm, basically, there are too many people! (Slow down the breeding!) Someone told me that a girl stole my above theory and used it for her university thesis!! (Whatever a thesis is, I did not go to uni, and have an opinion about some universities and uni graduates, that is not good – certainly not smart.) But I have no problems with people using any of my ideas, facts or opinions on my blog, and talking about them; that’s what raises peoples consciousness. (Although if you could actually leave the photostory were I put it, and not delete it off my blog or PC, that would be great.) I looked it up; thesis: a statement or theory that is put forward as a premise to be maintained or proved. – hey guess what, my Blog is full of them! So, of my 5 umbrellas, that I hardly ever used, living in Gunnedah, where it hardly ever rained, that blue/white golf umbrella below , is my last remaining one. The others were taken from my locked car, mostly when I was parked in town, in Gunnedah and Tamworth, one was taken when parked at Gin Gin or Bundaberg. As you can see below, it has had better days, but I am reluctant to replace it, as not only has most of my budget been taken by others before I have even receive it, but being in such a bad state, all my neighbours who see me walking around the garden when it rains – which is a lot now, being in the subtropics, they will NOT to be tempted to steal it, like my last neighbours. It’s like I have to be poor, or else my neighbours will steal everything. The older I get, the more I realize who this whole country is; Stupid repressive thieving Australians – all of them, no exceptions so far. 23. This is a Warning I have a water-skiing story, and as there are a few dogs in my unit complex who could do with a warning. I’m going to do a Photostory for it; Our family used to regularly go on picnics with other families in Gunnedah, out to Keepit Dam, every summer. We were often there every weekend. One time we were there, a family had a speedboat, and they were doing water-skiing trips around. So, I got to try water-skiing! Fun! I think I might of been 10 or 11? Water-skiing is a little difficult when you first try it. Most people usually can’t just stand up and go, they fall over; there’s a knack to it, I think maybe after a couple of tries I got it, and it was great fun albeit probably better suited to someone who does not have ‘Chicken Arms’. I think also it depends on your driver, there’s also a knack to driving at just the right speed to get up, for that person? Anyway, a couple of years later, on a school excursion, we were given the opportunity to go water-skiing. So, all the girls were divided up, when it was our turn, I was ready, but again on the first go I fell over. And one of the other girls, was just, bitchy about it “as if Emily will be able to do it”. You know this kind of thing was quite typical at that school, I was constantly underestimated by all of them. I usually just ignore such comments, and never have the desire to stand up for myself, but in this particular instance, I had a very clear memory of the previous time I went water-skiing, and I turned her sharply and said “no, thank you very much, I can do this, I’ve done it before”. And, on the next go, I did get up and had more fun. So, after me, was that particular b girl, and this girl crashed badly into a tree on her exit, and I believe, it’s because she had a go at me, AND, I had bothered to turn around and contradict her. So, bearing this in mind, I always wonder why girls try to have a go at me like that, (still), it’s like I can turn around and say one sharp sentence to them, and their whole life would come crashing down. Yet still, they try. Looking at it like this, you know, I have saved probably thousands of b girls now, from crashing. I have other stories I can tell you, but I think you might get a little bit too scared if I go ahead with them all. I know there are a lot of people who are aware of this ‘plain fact’ of life, and are scared of me, and hence part of the problem of, why I have nasty dogs who follow me around wherever I go. And also, see how it’s important to do activities like this in childhood. Not to mention the importance of family fun and love. 24. Texting Dog Nuisance Beeping Network My neighbours in communication with other neighbours via texts. I think she maybe texting them to beep their car horn - she likes to time it at key times – halfwit in the head. HARRASMENT. For the sake of keeping the peace, could someone please go and put a bullet in her ear. Little girls who bully on the playground, go on, to live in their own places, but still carry on the tradition of female bullying, but often with new and creative passive aggressive techniques. Like this. At the moment she has discovered she can scrape the back of her chair on the floor, to sound just like a car horn. So she’s being beeping all week long. And most likely scratching the wooden floor too! Bloody Beepers. Those beepers are thieves. Car thieves. Btw, what she does is actually unlawful. And considered a crime - being a total nuisance is a crime, there have been laws written about it. But I was advised it’s up to me to sweet talk police into doing something about it, because if they choose not to, they don’t have to. {omg lol} Also, I mentioned in one of my sewing YouTube videos that the dogs do signs if say, make a mistake in my sewing (completely annoying and also harassment) but I have noticed they mostly do it if I do something better than the stupid bitch next door or whoever, (fucked if I know who those stupid bitches are), so if according to their little game, I ‘beat’ them. So, she throws a tantrum and gets the neighbouring cars to beep, and therefore be a nuisance for me. Like a sore looser. Spoilt brat. This behaviour, especially when I was not trying to ‘beat’ or not ‘beat’ anyone, is absurd. You now, a sore loser is the epitome of someone who is of low character, has had bad breeding with incompetent parents, are love depraved, who are unconfident due to their inferiority, (not imagined inferiority), and are morally inept. So, I suggest if you don’t want to give away these characteristics about yourself, you may wish to stop throwing tantrums whenever you think I have done something better than you. You may not be aware, but life is actually NOT a competition, underneath it all. Also, since I wrote and posted this, the chair beeping has not stopped. I do not care what you have to say, or what you are trying to say in such a disrespectful manner, so fuck off fuck off fuck off. Photo: small house next door at Sarina with old man idiot beach chair car beeper I'm updating this because I want to add a photo of the house next door. So if it wasn't the girl next door fake beeping me with her chair, it was some arsehole in this holiday house: he used to sit outside in a beach chair and reach across to his car and beep his car horn; I went out there one day when he was doing it and I saw him doing it literally {for some reason not sitting in his car? Maybe there was someone else there hiding, who knows, I was down the driveway so I couldn't see 100%. I did advise the police of this nuisance behaviour, also because I suspected that person was stealing from me (possibly from Gin Gin?). The police advised me not to go around they, will go around there! And I described it as a holiday house because nobody actually lived there permanently, it was only built after I moved in next door, like I know it was specifically built for someone to go there and annoy the crap out of me with a car horn. But as if the police would actually even believe that notion, let alone be able to do something about it. I have since relocated, at my new address when I first moved in here, that beeping and the “little boy” started up next door; I immediately kicked up a huge big stink, called the police, because there's no way I was going to live here with what I had just injured at Sarina for those 2 yrs. With that stupid little boy harassing me, and car beeping idiots. And it worked somewhat, stopped for the most part, although occasionally like, not sewing this time, but when I do woodworking, cause I'm doing it outside, and of course pervert neighbours are wanting to spy and see what I'm doing. I think, they think, that they're an “overse-er” of some sort - so they're telling me if I'm doing it right or wrong, winning or losing: they're such fucking dick heads I can't stand them. its pure harassment, pure power tripping fuck off fuck off fuck off. 25. Telstra Antics re Lymph Problems A woman called me on Saturday 10am, stating she was from Centrelink’s National Customer Service Centre (as I had the day before put in a complaint about their website and jobs provider creating 2 initial appointments for me – 2 – no common sense), anyway, the woman I spoke with was unhelpful. However, she pretended to be helpful in a long and tedious way. I realized some hrs later that the woman was the same person I had spoken to 2 years prior about a lymphatic drainage massage – I wanted to know whether it would help my plantar fasciitis, we spoke for some time, in the end I opted to see a physio. Although recently I have discovered it was the lymphatic drainage I should have had too, as I have lymph problems, and have had long term now. I believe that woman had been stalking me, trying to explain about lymph ever since? – as Dr’s are CLUELESS about lymph, all 4 of them failed to see the lymph build up. FAILED. So, while it is great to understand finally, I have lymph problems, I do not appreciate being stalked and lied to by crazy lymph knowledgeable person. By doing so, she appears to me, as a stupid dog. I guess no one thought my initial complaint to Centrelink was important. (Although the face-to-face appointment did result in sickness, a contagion spread by medical people lurking down at the office- I guess no one believes me that this really happened.) Btw, ofcourse I can NOT afford lymphatic drainage therapy, and the government does not recognize this as a valid health problem on Medicare, but I discovered on you tube; Adam Thomas from Canada, who is a reflexologist, and did a series of videos about his trade during covid19. And what a GODSEND he was, he showed me how to remove all the lymph build up, which resulted in pretty much immediate relief from the pain that had accumulated in my left breast, aswell as removed all the swelling on the top of my foot, so much so in fact that I could see the fluid still in the other foot, and had to apply the same technique to my other hand (he shows reflexology on hands too, apparently they have the same affect as reflexology on the foot!) Australians have to turn to Canadians for youtube health, as all the money and knowhow in the health sector, in this country, is devoured by greedy thieving woman. You know, everything I do, is in an attempt to save myself. Stop and Help 26. Washing Dramas at Sarina Just noticing one of the males in my unit complex at Sarina, he reminded me of one of the little boys in my class at Gunnedah primary school, look wise, I actually never met him. That boy back in primary school would fall under the ‘socially retarded category’. Many mother’s and teachers in Gunnedah back then, had no idea how to raise a child in a functional manner, probably still don’t. I was advised by a press birdy, that this is why it’s such a big deal in Sydney sending your child to the right school in the right area. It’s a total competition amongst mothers, and a bitch area, she says, because some schools have a reputation for having teachers of a certain standard, others, no standards at all. And, she said, it’s not a matter of private and public down there either, she says, it just depends on where you live; some suburbs are more desirable for a teacher than others. As I heard this, at the time I thought; jeez, my parents wouldn’t have given any thought to the ‘standard’ of teachers, when I was in primary school - it’s just whatever school was closest was the school it was going to be. No thoughts at all to psychological impact that a good teacher versus a bad teacher has, no thoughts at all about the psychological advantage of being empowered at school. No thoughts about power tripping motivated child care workers/teachers. No thoughts the competition amongst peers, in absolutely everything, which all accumulates, in getting the right job and career. Anyway, I mention this guy, (he would be the same age as me, 50 this year,) because of the 13 units in this complex, he has the STINKIEST CAR; big, old, noisy, and it bloody stinks from toxic petrol fumes. I think I am allergic! Oh, he participates in some sort of strange and weird behaviour on Sunday mornings, involving driving his big stinky car out, passing my unit on the way and putting all the stinky fumes in my unit if the door is open {mad race to the door to shut it whenever I hear those revs}. But then he returns 5 minutes later, only to depart, and return again, then depart and return, depart and return, depart and return - all morning, every weekend. I mean, dare I ask, what strange little boys get up to. I certainly don’t want to encourage him in any way - I have discovered in life, and it’s unfortunate, but just talking to some guy, or even a friendly nod or wave of acknowledgment- they can interpret that completely the wrong way, and for some reason, possibly thinks it’s an invitation of some sort (some nuts). So, I just have to guess his activities. He doesn’t appear to work? And I know bored little shitheads, get up to mischief, plain and simple. A birdie later advised me he was doing his washing!! Lol! There's no laundry in each of the units here, and he didn't have a washing machine out in his carport, like I did, or a few other of the neighbours do. So, he was taking his washing either to the laundromat in town or who knows, to someone's place. There is actually a laundry in the basement here, when I arrived, the 2 coin washing machines weren't working, they did fix them eventually, and one time I used the coin dryer, (no wind at all there) I had to spend $12 trying to dry my doona, $12 it still wasn't dry, but that was all the change I had - so I mean, what a scam! No wonder nobody uses them - that real estate and landlord should be totally ashamed of themselves for not providing a laundry in a residential area, it's just disgusting greed on the part of whoever collects that laundry money. When I was 20 and moved into the flat at Pendle Hill, I had to hand-wash my clothes, I didn’t have a washing machine. After 12 months, my grandmothers friend (Richard’s mother), heard, I didn’t have a washing machine, and so she donated me her old twin tub! Very thoughtful of her wasn’t it. But if you’re not familiar with using twin tubs, they’re not good, better than nothing, but, they consist of two basins in the machine, one that fills with water and moves about to agitate, the other basin just spins and drains- so you’ve got a move clothes from one to the other, by hand. It wasn’t for another 10 years, when I paid my car off, that I decided it was time to purchase my dream Fisher and Paykel washing machine, since I was still used to making my car repayments, I would continue to make washing machine repayments. $800, when you’re unemployed, and back then, it’s a lot. (20 yrs later washing machines are still the same price!! -bout the only thing). So now that I finally have my washing machine (ended up with a LG) - there’s not a chance in hell that I’m giving it up. I didn’t know before moving here at Sarina, that my washing machine might be an issue, because actually I didn’t know that this place was an old hotel/motel converted into units before I moved in – sight unseen, no choice, this was the ONLY place available, in the whole of North Queensland. {By converted, I mean they’ve just taken the sign down, and now advertise residential rentals}, so people live here permanently, as their home. Even though this place is not designed to be people’s homes. I did actually arrange with the then Real Estate that I would connect my washing machine in the carport, and also use the hose to water my ferns. It was no problem. The real estate owners changed hands, but really there hasn’t been an issue, as there is quite a lot of water up here in the subtropics, especially that year, drought breaking rains, and compared to Gunnedah, although I suspect some of the other Tenants maybe jealous (?) I know two of them at least have put in their own washing machine in their carports, since they saw me doing my washing. So, the only people I would say that may have a problem with it, is the local laundromat, because she misses out on my business, or possibly the tubby young girl who collects change from the washing machines every month, in the shared laundry downstairs. But those are not valid concerns as far as I’m concerned; it’s a case of tough titties. Ofcourse, there was the stupid little child next door harassing me at washing times “washing nazi” dysfunction…. And I want to add, you know; wake up tenants. This is an old budget hotel/motel, it’s like, there is no place for you here in Australia, so much so that you have to live in an old crumbly hotel, so if you want to put a bloody washing machine in, DO IT, you have been screwed enough. I will include the “washing nazi” dysfunction….story; Full Load Monitoring - by Child The child next door at number 108 is monitoring my washing, to make sure I have a full load each time, and I don’t waste any water. I think he is maybe 10? Could his mother, please go and take care of her “little mess of nazi dysfunction”. Actually, I realise after all my little diti’s, on this blog, I haven’t actually mentioned the “washing nazi” before. This whole “washing nazi” situation is not something new to me. It started when I was living at Rangari, on the farm 17 years ago. Even though I lived out there in that somewhat remote location, and on my own, (as a lucky, single lady), there seemed to be people in the area, who not only got “antsy” if I forgot a load of washing in the machine, or I hadn’t taken it off the line as yet; But they managed to come up with ways to show their annoyance. Mainly it was, with aeroplanes; They would fly back-and-forth over my house in a really annoying manner, with that really annoying sound that those little planes have. It took some years before I cottoned onto the fact, that it was about the washing! As soon as I got the washing off the line, no more planes! Reactionary dogs. I definitely found this strange. I mean, who cares whether I get the washing in at 4 o’clock or 5 o’clock, or even the following day! It really didn’t matter to me, as long as I eventually got round to doing it, which I always did. I mean, the washing cycle in the machine must finish; I hear that it finishes because my washing machine has a little loud annoying tune that it plays, and if I’m in the middle of doing something I’ll just not worry about it, until I finished doing what I’m doing. But that whole time that I’m not worrying about it, it’s like there’s somebody else out there, who is greatly disturbed by the fact that there are damp clean clothes just sitting in MY washing machine, Tik Tik Tik time is going by, and the whole time that I’m simply not concerned about it, someone else is! And they are getting more and more antsy, as each minute goes by. Reactionary dogs. Lol! And well I have to say, HOW ABSURD and; mind your own business and get your own life. I’ll do my washing when I dam well please. And by the way, these people showing their annoyance in the form of planes, (don’t ask me who they are, or how pilots are connected to me in this strange house-chore way, because I don’t know any pilots or anyone that can fly a plane for that matter). Even though I seem to have had planes following me around for many years, one time they even followed me down to the central coast at my grandmothers funeral. As far as I know, it wouldn’t be children flying the planes, concerning themselves about my washing routines, like at this address here; it is most definite a child who seems to be taking upon himself to be annoyed if I don’t have a full load. (Someone told me, it is his mother, using her child as a puppet, to scold me! – talk about a fucked-up mother – what right does she have, having kids?). So, again, I need to say; mind your own business, you stupid little dog. But, my washing habit problems, does not end with the dog family and child across the way; my 72-year-old next-door neighbour in the units here, has also developed an unhealthy obsession with my washing ritual. He also ropes in another older woman down the way too, an old lady, both of them now seemingly have an obsession with when I do laundry. It seems there are so many people who want to play “washing nazi”. You know, being an obsessed “washing nazis”, is a definite dysfunction. A mentally flawed person. Unhealthy. Inferior. So, DO NOT BE A WASHING NAZI. Hey little idiots, don’t put your dysfunction on me thanks very much. I don’t get hung up on trivial things like being ‘lapse’ about my washing, WHY SHOULD YOU. BTW when I went to get an image of a full washing machine, there were absolutely no free images. What is going on with all the images on Google? There seems to be a big thing on online images atm, with powers that be wanted to control ALL the images. And removing any free images that people upload (or hiding them from searches), so there are only images available that you have to pay a Royality for – SUCH GREED. AND, hey you big ego heads, if you offer your image for free, but then say you want attrition - this is just ridiculous! I mean, some images, I can see why you would want credit, but for a lot of images, such as a full load of washing, only someone with a big ego would want attrition for it. Now I have to wait for my next load, to get a photo... 27. To Confront or To Not Confront, Your Criminal Perpetrator - Restorative Justice Just been hearing about “restorative justice”, as in perpetrators being held face to face to their victim, so the victim can tell them exactly what they think of them (bare in mind, this is done in a public situation!). Maybe this will work. I don’t have any experience in criminal convictions, I have mentioned before if you point out to a bully what they have done, they will just laugh at you, but if you add, if I had a baseball bat, I would smash your head in, they may start to understand the impact they have had. I suspect if you further start talking about your feelings, this would also drive them a bit insanely guilty. BUT, from my experience being chased by bullies, especially when I was young, it was always the attention they wanted from me, that was ultimately what they were looking for. {Obviously not knowing how to go about to get what they ultimately want; stupid}. And so, if I ignored them, and did not give them what they desired, the bully takes a hike, not even fully realizing why they are feeling lost, but feel like there’s no point in chasing me. Sometimes they may even think they won because they were ‘bully’ – clueless as to what they are really after. I suspect there will be many criminals just like this too, in which case there’s no such thing as “restorative justice” - it’ll just be an opportunity for the criminal to feel like he won, because he was able to victimise you and then rub it in your face, with him/her getting all that extra attention. And, as I was physically assaulted twice as a child, by other children, actually make that 3 times, now, I just remembered a third encounter down at Perisher (Stupid other bimbo mothers) (And this does not include other horrendous non physical assaults either); I don’t believe that people can change, like if you encounter a young adult teenager, who is violent and a bully, they still will be so when they’re older, they just might have learnt to curb themselves for social purposes, but fundamentally that’s who they are. That ‘fight’ has been instilled in them, when they were a child, and it will always remain with them. Hate to tell you….. 28. People Change Over the Years On my previous story before this on my Blog, I mentioned how people fundamentally don’t change, they are who they are, as soon as they are born. But I have found an exception, well, physically, at any rate; When I moved back up to Gunnedah, from Sydney (working the previous 10 years in this fashion industry), I really noticed how more relaxed and slower people in the country were, compared to the pace of the fashion industry, at least. The most notable thing being, the way people spoke; they spoke way more slowly, as in people really took their time to say whatever they had to say. Now you would think this would be a good thing when it comes to communicating, that is, speaking slowly and clearly, but definitely do not mistake what I’m saying here, as people in the country are by no means, good communicators, they’re not, they’re bloody hopeless, in general. Anyway, after 15 years living back in Gunnedah, one day I was checking my security cameras, as I wanted to check something in the garden (I had eight security cameras, and three of them were in the garden). I noticed as I worked in the garden, moving around from garden bed to garden bed, apart from the fact that I had a little cat who also followed me around from garden bed to garden bed! but when I did move, I moved really slowly. And then I thought about my conversations, and I noted that I too, are now one of those slow and relaxed country persons! I was quite surprised, because in general I know the women in our family always were fast paced walkers, especially when it came to walking around the streets shopping. And I was also a very fast talker; when I went to Hong Kong with my friend Iris from fashion school, it created problems with people trying to translate, because I was too fast. If YOU look at people walking in the city, you’ll see it too, they do look ‘brisk’ when they all move around in mass hordes. People in Gunnedah just kind of waddle down the street! Just a slower paced walk! 29. Dogs on Phones This is a terrible shot , but I had to put it up, as I have had problems for many years, with women standing infront of me, presenting themselves to me in such a manner out in public, talking on a phone – sometimes they don’t even have a phone, they just pretend they are talking on a phone. When you are faced with literally 1000’s of these bizarre girls, at some point they become a nuisance, a monumental harassment nuisance, so now I just call them “Dogs on Phones”. And after I took a shot of one, at my last address, and uploaded it; that was it, I had no more problems with “Dogs on Phones” at GinGin. Woohoo So, at my new address, after just 6mnths, suddenly there was one in the car park infront of my car. So, I got her, and am uploading today, as after I saw this one that day, there were 2 more over at Armstrong Beach a little later, so, I know now, that I ought to have uploaded it straight away, to deter other Dogs on Phones. I was planning on doing a collage, as there have been so many Dogs on Phones, but it is a bit of a nuisance to try and capture them on camera. I should add, it was suggested I have Dogs on Phones, to deter arshole seedy men from following me. A case of the good and the bad is both bad. I am sure there is an expression for that, but could not think of it….it’s probably German. 30. Highway Construction at its Best I had to include photo of ‘government works’ architecture, which is of course, a Highway in America; this one surpasses all other highways w orldwide. With all the native wildlife being left in peace to romp around without any danger of being hit by a car. Not to mention the ease of getting from A to B in a straight line, by simply going over all obstacles. BRILLIANT. (I have since seen YouTube videos of China’s new roads, and they too especially have a vast amount of amazing raised, extended bridges). Life Stories P18 NEXT About P1 , About P2, Life Stories P! 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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 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) 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; that family does not deserve that house.) 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 tiny 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! It was like listening to Michael Bublé “Feeling Good” song then 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. 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 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 tanins 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 to 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. It was known as a ‘kit’ house, just like the one shown here - 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 - the standard aluminium sliding windows with fly-screens that actually most houses have. Not only do the flyscreens come easily out (by thieves), but the windows too, if they are not fully shut, so people break and enter all the time, they come and go as they please, they have no sense of privacy or ownership rights – 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) 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, 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 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 wanna quick, cheap, house selling feature, then put a window seat in. A house with a window seat will beat any other house of similar characteristics at point of sale. Aswell as flagstone floor, (a little pricier). 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. WE WANT EASY Super Dream WIP House Clever Privacy architecture 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 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. 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 Shark and Ellie’s house at Chatswood, (no dogs! Only the real killer canine’s!) 1992 North Sydney unit next to Wenona junior school, 1993 Pendle Hill unit above Charcoal Chicken Shop, 1994 Dulwich Hill house with bad flat mate, little boy 1995 Petersham crap house with psychodog short blonde stalker thief, major dogs in that neighbourhood 1996 Grandmas at Pretty Beach and Kilcare! half little girl landlord 1997 Michael and Janice’s house -room, 1998 Hornsby Unit (soundproof walls, indoor heated Swimming pool, sauna and now spa!) 1998 Rowan Leigh farm, Dietrich Rd, heavenly, 1999 Cull farm with extreme fertile soil, 2000 Melbourne - Preston house with bad flatmate who is friends with psychodog short blonde stalker thief, 2004 Tulcumbah farm with little girl landlord, (and box room – room just for empty boxes!), 2006 Rangari farm with excellent garden but possible thieving landlord little boy, 2008 Long cottage at bloodthirsty lawyers place, 2018 Builyan house, next door to bad man, and half little girl landlord 2018 Colosseum farm with evil folklore fairy scoundrel landlords, 2018 Kookaburra Park house with evil little girl landlord, 2019 current unit with non-sound proof walls, 2022 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 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. 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,

Those women who used to run ‘girl guides’ in Tamworth, should be DESTROYED. There’s no question in my mind about it. Absolutely despicable memories of girl guides: with women encouraging and teaching little girls to gang up and bully other girls who aren’t like them and don’t fit to the social norms YOU DISGUST ME. DISGUSTING. And hay you stupid NEGS Staff dogs -you have no right to go through girls’ dormitories and their personal belongings, who the fuck do you think you are? I know there’s so Life Stories P21 - I will be later editing to fit all on only 20 pages 1. Wannabe Jealous Nazi Idiot Woman Pretending To Be Jealous Husband I just came by this story today again, as I was doing a search for something else, and I realised that I had deleted it off my blog, it was in my old folder with things I don't use, but have done. But I thought well, this is actually relevant to my life, this describes clearly the “angst” that these thieves and harasses are causing me, so I'm going to put it back. I just skim re-read it, as I went on and on, but that very thing, as far as I'm concerned, that's exactly the problem of what these thieves and harasses have done; they have caused a whole ‘change mindset’, of being content to now having to concern myself about these stupid things. By the way, this "angst", is what those thieves and harasses are going to have to pay for later, in karma. But they don't realise it, they think they're just stealing something small and trivial, and it doesn't really matter. Okay today my iPhone has gone missing. FIND MY PHONE, says it is at my current address, but when I play the tune, it doesn’t work, I can’t hear it, telling me that it is not in my unit. Plus, when I called it, it went straight to voice mail, when it should have rung. Today the fire alarm guy came to my unit to check the fire alarm, I know he didn’t take it as I was watching him the whole time, as at a previous address, when the fire alarms were checked, the girl who did it, - the skinny blonde girl, stole one of my bathroom shower butterfly hooks while she was in the loo; disgusting. This was by the way was arranged by Elders, in Gladstone. I did go out after he left for an hour, it may have been taken then by another neighbour in the unit, which is why FIND MY PHONE, says at this address???? APPLE……. But I have noticed every time I talk to somebody, it doesn’t matter who, any complete stranger will do, something goes missing, and I believe this is because there is some little idiot trying to play jealous husband. And I believe it is a woman doing it, as I heard her once at Ivan Williamsons spare house across from Dads house, in Henry st – the dogs came and stayed there, to yell out at me while I was at Dads house (fucked if I know what they were doing? who has that much spare time??) but I believe they are from the ABC’s agony aunt team – they are fucking idiots, and are seriously deluded, and need help, and by help, I mean police intervention, and put into jail, not into a mental health unit. The police are too fucking stupid to work out who is stealing from me and so they continue to steal from me, then wonder why I am angry – idiots. I am a free and single woman, have been for many years, and will be for many years more to come. I am free to talk to whoever I choose, whenever I choose. And in fact, I did actually propose marriage to a foot reflexologist last month, when he relieved my lymph problems, via YouTube. If I get married or have any kind of relationship with anybody, the only person it would be, would be that guy, who lives in Canada, and can massage feet. Nobody else stands any chance at all, by the way his name is Adam Thomas, he is justifiably brilliant. My phone is iPhone 7, it’s not an expensive new one, it’s a really old one, doesn’t have much value, and I suspect after posting this it might turn up, just the same as when I posted my bandage story below, it miraculously turned up as well. In fact, I’m going to put the bandage story back online and here it is below: Bandage Stolen by jealousy of my foresight capable independence Someone has broken into my unit while I slept last night, and have taken a used bandage. I know this sounds very strange, but it is definitely nowhere to be seen in my unit. I took it off before my shower and flung it onto the floor, it was used, but not dirty. It was a really good bandage that I found in my mums nursing kit, it kind of stretches out and you can adjust the tension depending on how much you stretch it, I haven’t seen anything quite like it, it’s a clever product. I believe this is the reason why it was stolen. Aside also from the fact that: I do believe there came a time when I injured myself, and I needed a bandage. So, I got one from my first aid kit, and used it; now, this very simple act, is something that drives a stupid jealous girl NUTS! Because, I didn’t have to go anywhere, I didn’t have to spend any money, I didn’t have to go down to the chemist, I didn’t have to go to the doctor or the hospital, this is exactly the kind of foresight capable independence, that the jealous pervert girl resents, and so she just took my bandage out of jealous spite; - stupid little dog. It may have been taken while I was in the shower? {if I forgot to deadlock the door?} this may have happened, but I can’t be certain about that, since a couple of other things have disappeared, and I hardly ever go anywhere, I suspect that is the time they can do it with a simple card swipe to delatch the old lock, or use a key, as I have seen the person who has a key, sniffing around, along with one of my neighbours. So, it was about 50 or 60cm long, as I had it wrapped around my toe, which has a cut on it, over a dressing, and then back around my ankle, so it won’t fall off during the night - worked a treat. There was a little bit left on the roll for today, that I could use, see photo, {luckily}, but I would like my 50 to 60cm length of bandage back thanks very much, you stupid bimbo thief. It belongs to me it does not belong to you. Btw, my mother was a nurse. A private nurse, as in she tended patients in their homes and had her own business. She liked her job and cared for her patients. I recommend to all women; do not have kids unless you have a caring nature, so you don’t turn out to be thieving jealous bimbos like the one who stole my bandage. The world would be 50million times better without the bimbos. A couple of years ago, I felt I should try and do something about the bimbo mothers. I mean, I had so much clarity about why there are bimbo women who steal, and it’s because of bimbo mothers. I thought there just must be so many stupid mothers in Australia, producing these stupid thieving bimbo daughters, that I decided to find a mothers group online and post my story of what I had to say. -It did not go down very well! I was banned again from Flickr, and one of the mothers used her DOG contacts to track me down, and she, along with her son, stole my necklace. And this situation of jealous dog, reminds me of the time when I needed some new pants, some years ago now, (yesterday when I went out – you could plain as day see, I need some new pants again), anyway, back then I remembered I had ended up with some clothes of mums after she died, and I went through them, and I saw some olive-green pants, I thought I’d try them on - and talk about perfect! They fit me perfectly, they were this lovely thick cotton jersey, and a designer brand. I was thrilled to pieces that something so hard to achieve (finding a good quality pair of fitted pants is really hard, you can’t just walk in to your local Target, and buy a pair), so these fit me perfectly and looked great. I was so thrilled! But I could literally hear a dog whingeing and being pissed off, because of how well it worked out for me; jealous pervert. (Items went missing at that time, can’t quite remember exact time, if something was taken?) So now there’s two stories with a similar theme, and it reminds me of a third story, also with a jealous pervert theme: if you remember on my About page, on my blog, I talk about the tile that I purchased in Sydney, I was so thrilled about this tile, and this stupid little jealous dog, followed me in to the store, off the street, and started chastising me for being basically, thrilled – she was jealous at me being happy. (Actually, she was tall). This bandage is exactly the same thing. I suggest the only way to combat this: is if many people, strangers, give me really great things, all the time, to completely incense the girl off her rocker, and then in the hopes that she commits suicide, I will finally be able to feel happy and thrilled, without some stupid dog stealing from me or chastising me in some way. Leave me the hell alone, you stupid DOG. It is not my fault that you are STUPID. BTW, I AM STILL NOT GAY - this example of women following me around just shows how stupid they are, and cannot figure out how to live their intended life and not concern themselves with someone else’s. Women – so stupid I cannot believe it. I want to add here, actually, I’m a pretty happy person, this comes from my happy and loving childhood, which I’ve talked about. But I don’t have, like, an overly friendly face, which is why I think I don’t have this issue as a constant, because my inner personal thoughts are usually positive ones and I’m pretty much happy when I am out and about. So, I seem to only have this extreme jealous reaction from female dogs when I’m overly happy about something, it seems just generally being happy, doesn’t really get their attention. Just an observation. Oh, plus I think sometimes, if something works out, like I get all five green lights in a row - just little things like that, that make life easier, I do believe I have the same jealous female dogs (who seem to follow me always) who then try to piss me off by doing something nasty and vindictive - it’s like you don’t have to do anything bad to them, like you know, steal their husband, or steal something from them, to invoke a reaction of vengeance - you just have to be minding your own business and be happy!! THEY ARE INSANE, and truly they should be HUNG. Unfortunatly, they are real. I am guessing they are also unemployed, and have nothing better to do than follow me, and obsess about me. My single white female next door neighbour, just got a job yesterday, so they signed (actually she does not work, well unless she is being paid to stay in her unit all day long, possibly maybe)). So, whether it was her and she used blackmail to the powers that be to get a good job (read my “harassment for money, from employment provider in Gin Gin, massive Road works, street beautification”, photo story.) or just a coincidence, or, maybe she realized if she had a job, she too could have her own personal supply, of her own bandages. Who knows? Anyway, after being there constantly after I left that morning to heal my cut in the salt water, she disappeared for 2 days NOT A COINCIDENCE This is my new neighbour, she says her name is Danielle, but I suspect she is lying, as I have a weird problem of people lying to me about their name and calling themselves Danielle, read my About page. I have no idea what her story is but I suspect she is working for the dogs. She comes out and does scenes with the handyman who would have the key, THEY THINK STEALING LITTLE ITEMS LIKE THIS IS FUNNY. possibly friends with the landlord? Who knows. She is possibly being paid to be their next door to me? And as a result, was able to buy herself a new car, this is exactly the type of dog behaviour that goes on in my life, and she also talks on the phone to me sometimes in the morning, so, like I’m not actually speaking with her, but she speaks to me, or she speaks to someone that I have talked about on my blog? she’s one of dogs that harasses me from afar. Maybe she is used by the dogs, who harass me from afar, and I think she may have arranged the dogs down at the river that time?? Nip it in the bud. See a falling dog, and put in your pocket, save it for a rainy day…. I think I should mention, the local chemist, that I did not have to go to, to purchase a bandage, steals from people by overcharging items that are on the PBS list. I had been there recently, aswell as seen the nurses on doctors at the local hospital for an infected tick bite So, it may have had something to do with them? Mums bandage, I can assure you, was not stolen in the first place. Nor was it stolen from the hospital when I went there! Btw, lately I have been unable to sleep well – I can hear my old man neighbour when he turns the tap on in his kitchen, at all hrs of the night. My plantar fasciitis in the (same foot) is very sore, my Jobs provider has been on my back, my lease is ending, the stupid neighbours on the other side of the trees have discovered how to make kookaburra sounds with a recording device, plus my period is due – so all culminating in RAGE. Wednesday, 24 August 2022 2. Body shape, starved as a baby, cause of slight mental retardation I have removed the girls name and blurred her identity because this is not personal for me, the message is important. It's just a perfect example of nutrition and how it's fundamentally important from before you were born. As that girls behaviour was very disrespectful at the time, and for the duration of my tenancy (and just 1 girl in a long line of girls), I feel like I should definitely write a photo story about it. The correlation between her behaviour, (and many) and my nutritionally starved little kitten, is exactly the same, in my opinion. I write on my blog about the correlation between the kittens I observed, and multiple babies born by women. I noticed with the kittens, the first one to be born was robust, strong and healthy, whereas the last kitten in the litter, was a little runt who looked nutritionally depraved. (And unfortunatly was, as I did not know the mother was pregnant for some time). I feel it's the same with humans, which is why women ought to stop at 1 or 2 (or none). Even with proper nutrition. I want to further add to that here, there was another thing I noticed; aside from the physical and highly attuned personality, the first-born cat was extremely respectful of me, hard to explain, but I did not need to say anything twice to him {he was just so good natured and gorgeous}, it was like he was a really “loving” and “caring” pussycat - in the very good sense. But the seventh born cat Violet, who was also a gorgeous and very sweet pussycat, I noticed she did not have the same level of respect, it's like she couldn't comprehend the meaning of others, other than herself, and ‘respect’. Quite different from first born. I feel as they were siblings, and raised exactly the same way, and treated all the same, it was not her fault if she was not as respectful - it's because she was starved when she was in the womb, and it has affected this ability somehow. I strongly feel it's the same in humans, there have been people I've encountered who are so disrespectful, and they are completely clueless about their behaviour at the time. Such as that rental girl. (Or should I say, aware of their bad behaviour, but lacking the connection in the moment, to think ahead, about repercussions, and who they want to be, as a person.) Also, after observing sibling kittens, and kittens who were not related, but half starved, I further believe, so many human health problems arise from that time in the womb, particularly problems you have in old age, like dementia; the number one cause in my opinion, would be a lack of nutrients in the womb. 3. Facebook has created a culture of BITCH BANNING people For some unknown reason, still unknown today, I was ban from a vet in Gunnedah. It was 2106 I think, at the time, I could not work it out, as to why I was ban. When I was at the vet all was fine; my cat was tested and diagnosed, the female vet was nice. I paid in full, and left with my cat. That was the end of it. However apparently it wasn't the end of it. I was contacted by email, from this vet, saying that I had not paid in full. I told them that I had, and I sent them a screenshot of my credit card statement, where it clearly shows that I had paid the said full amount. Paid what they asked for. But instead of an apology, I received a bitch email saying I was a terrible person and I had been ban from the vet. There was no other explanation, it was just like a bitchy email. I wondered what an earth was going on? I contacted them again but did not hear back from them. Some years later, when I created a Facebook account, I figured it out; on Facebook, there are multiple groups, and there are “monitors” of each group, who consist of bitchy little girls who ban people that they don't like. So, this is simply what this vet has done, most definatly discrimination. So basically, I'm writing a story about it, and calling them out on it, saying how disgusting these people are, what bullies they are, and how stupid they are. Here is a photo below of the owner Mark baker, his clinic is still there, and has been there as long as I can remember; I don't know if the owner was involved, or if it's just the stupid receptionists, or maybe he has stupid daughters? That would be typical. Btw the medical problem at the vet; when I spoke to the lovely young woman, who did a biopsy, said he had a terrible fatal cancer. My cat died shortly after. The cancer was a direct result of a Spot On Flea and Tick treatment that I had purchased on eBay from the Netherlands. {Later I was advised, they had apparently given it to me deliberately to kill my cat, they thought it would be funny, plus they would make some money too. ARSEHOLES ON EBAY too. } Actually, it is unclear to me whether they wanted to kill my cat in the same manner that they killed my brother Tomas's dog (for “no animal care, only human care” attitude - idiots), or whether they just wanted to make money from their faulty product. But either way, they knew it would give my cat cancer and kill it. Such evil in this world {No animal care, only human care is evil}. And note they deliberatley caused cancer – murder. Don’t think it does not happen amongst humans. Such evil on Facebook. Stupid little girls. Just like back in the day “The Witches of Salom” 4. Crap Mothers I have mentioned many times how I get harassed by my neighbours who live next door up the hill at number 108, so not by the neighbours in my unit complex, 13 of them. The child in particular was harassing me, at first after I wrote about it and complained about it to certain authorities, the mother realised what was going on, and so after that, I was harassed by the mother instead. I can’t actually see them they’re up about 20m from where I am down below, and there’s all plants. Although I’ve noticed they have just cut back all of their plants so they could peer down into my unit complex too, which I’m not too impressed about. Some people are just plain stupid, and it was possibly them who killed my plants (?), but I’m off topic because what I wanted to talk about today was the fact that I can hear a baby crying from their place like constantly, it’s always crying; she’s totally fucking up her child. I’m going to mention when a mother is upset, then the child will cry. This is a very common thing amongst children, because children aren’t fully aware and developed like they’re meant to be as adults however I’ve mentioned before my blogs at this happens with adults as well. Trauma related dysfunction (by bimbo mothers). Anyway, so the child is crying because the mother is pissed off, and the mother is pissed off, you know, for various reasons, mainly she can’t control her emotions around a newborn child - this is fully the mother’s fault; she needs to go into ‘mothering mode’ which requires not being pissed off, and anyway, so this child is screaming her head off because the mothers pissed off, so the child is innocent, even though it’s making the most annoying sound ever; and so the father comes along, sees the situation, and smacks the little baby to shut up. Which works, it is stunned into silence. Plus the mother, selfishly feels a little bit of vindication, like someone at least has been punished for all the problems that she has to deal with, for her bad mood, - it's a subconscious thing and she is secretly glad her husband smacked her child - it's very sick. So this is how parents fuck up their kids, the child was innocent, but chastised quite badly for no reason. And this very situation is why I have such a problem with bimbos who follow me and steal from me, and generally carry on in this pathetic childish manner, because they’ve been fucked up as babies, just like the child next-door. So while this kind of thing is hard to explain to a young naive mother, this is why Australia needs to implement a compulsory parenting program for mothers. I’ve had it up to here with all the ‘saving of stupid bimbos’ who steal from me, particularly in Australia. I mean I’ve never lived overseas so I wouldn’t possibly know what goes on overseas, but I suspect it is a huge problem specific to unaware Australian Bogans. And you know what, while I am on this subject, there’s another important area, that so many parents neglect. This was brought to my attention when on my blog, I was describing a pervert, a teenager, who was spying on the naked teenage girls in the camp shower, back in 1989 or thereabouts. Someone saw what I was writing and suggested I am now humiliating this guy and possibly ruining his life. Well, I certainly don’t agree with that theory at all. I thought about; was I being too harsh? But after careful thought, I decided I most definitely was not, he is a pervert, so naming and shaming is essential, as far as I’m concerned. (Obviously if it wasn’t true, it would be very heinous and worthy of grave punishment) but I, for one would certainly not make up such a story about anyone, not even a thief. So, then, this reminded me of another kid pervert when I was 10 or so, and then another one at 9 or so, and I realised this is a problem. Young boys are total pervert‘s, and I don’t think ANY of the parents of those boys, had attempted AT ALL, to teach their kids, not to be a pervert. It seems they have to learn how not to be a pervert. They have some sort of instinct to be one. This means parents have to physically make an effort, to guide your young child in this area. You literally have to talk about sex with your child. You can’t ignore this topic. Otherwise, young girls, such as myself get, victimised by those stupid little boys. STUPID Stuart Brady, Nicholas Hallam, John Burke and the Carter boys; Matt and or Steve; your parents were crap, hopeless, and naive. There were others, but I don’t know their names. And there’s also other ways men could be pervert‘s in a non-sexual way, the same as women can be. And what I’m talking about here “pervert” - this is kind of like the minimum amount of bad behaviour that boys get up to when it comes to little girls and sex. I know from listening to various court podcasts, little boys can do much worse to little girls; all as a result of naïve bimbo parents. I hear them debating what they should do about these kids, and not once ever is, it mentioned that their parents should be held accountable. Well, BINGO! they should be; BIG FINES. Also, I heard from the police, that they’re not going to press charges against anyone caught shoplifting from me, because they don’t want to “ruin their life”, by creating a bad reputation for the thief. Can you believe that? This is why thieves still continue to steal from me today in 2024, and I am forced to write this blog, and in the process, scare off a lot of stupid mothers. Stupid police. I want to mention about the neighbour next door with the baby, for a while I thought she didn't actually have a baby, (I mean she already could not handle the child she had, so she would have to be stupid to have another), I actually thought she just had app playing baby noises, crying and being a nuisance, like deliberately - some people do this, it's a thing. Many people do it in fact, I think it's a third born thing, wanting to be a nuisance as it reminds them of their childhood, annoying the crap out of their older siblings. Anyway, I thought this also because I saw her two weeks before the baby noises started and she didn't look pregnant, but in retrospect I think she was one of those mothers that didn't have a very big belly, some women are like that, and this as far as I am concerned, is totally related - she didn't have a big belly because she didn't have a big baby, because the baby wasn't getting enough nutrients. I've spoken about this before, not enough nutrients in the womb, results in physical problems, physical handicaps, brain development problems, immune problems….. Coasting along, happy with mediocrity. Mediocrity is not ok – you are retarding your children. Think, research and learn. 5 Jobs Providers Deliberately Handing Out Viruses I have mentioned this before on my blog, but I couldn't find it, goodness knows where it is, so I thought I'll have to do a whole new Photo story about it, and I want to update it as well. I previously mentioned back in Gunnedah at one point Centrelink or should I say Jobs providers, wanted to put all the unemployed people in one room one day for a few hrs, God knows why, I think they were calling it a ‘workshop’ don't ask me what they were workshopping, but in fact I suspect the reason is for sickness, because there wasn't one single person in that room that day, that wasn't sick (except me until I got home, then I too, sick as a dog). It was the middle of winter. There was a highly suspect girl who had manoeuvred herself directly behind me, and was coughing all over me. I am very clear and certain that the whole point of that girl and that meeting was to spread sickness. And then it happened again at Sarina jobs providers when I was forced to attend an appointment when it should've been a phone appointment, (so I wouldn't get sick) it was around COVID time, she insisted I attend face to face. I did get sick with a sore throat. So, it has happened about 4 times, and then again it happened in 2024, when I didn't even have an appointment, but Centrelink said a couple of weeks before, that if I want, I can contact the local jobs providers for an appointment! -which I didn't, but I think they were stalking me when I went down to Sarina Beach daily to post my seed letters and go for a swim, there are suspect girls and the same car with signage on it, “Selectability ”. It’s like they are waiting for me down there. When I got home I got sick with sore throat. So, I'm thinking they somehow contaminated the car (?). But I always thought it was a virus related, I am thinking now that it's actually bacteria, because it's the same symptoms I get when exposed to bacteria in Aircon filters if they're not cleaned, and also if I smell septic, I get a sore throat. I also get a sore throat if I'm exposed to smoke, and wind, or if I am cold, particularly my feet or neck (because I have a damaged throat, it was damaged with hydrochloric acid back in 2006 from cleaning someone’s else’s bathroom in exchange for a month’s free rent. Big mistake. HUGE. And because I have seen Dodgy girls at the jobs providers office when I get sick I'm thinking they know that it's bacteria, and they're spreading bacteria around, I touch any contaminated surface (like a steering wheel or a door handle), then don't wash my hands constantly all day long, (just in case), inevitably I'm going to touch my face and maybe my nose my mouth my eyes, and so it's easy to contact bacteria in this manner. {Before I damaged my throat, I never got sick. Cough all you want – you can’t get me! Not anymore}. Mainly, I only get sore throat if I venture out, my home is safe (and clean). I still feel jobs providers are in on this sickness factor, maybe Centrelink are naïve or maybe they are in cahoots with science medical girls who want to spread sickness, an in attempt to try and build up peoples immune (and their experimenting with unemployed?) it seems to me that that's what's happening. I don't think I'm being paranoid about this. So, who am I meant to put in a complaint to about this? I've done so with Centrelink and they've done nothing about it. And pretty much anyone else will say “don't be stupid, you're crazy, of course they're not doing that”. Well wake up they are doing it. 6 The disrespectful cunts are back at Centrelin k This is exactly the nazi behaviour I'm talking about ; they have just stopped my payments, and for no reason, nothing that I did, but they have arranged an appointment for me, personally, and have not contacted me about it, instead, they've just cut my payment, so that I see onscreen, that I have to call the number to arrange the appointment. What fucking nazi cunts. I have a telephone, they have my number, why didn't they call me and leave a message rather than stopping my payments? Are they fucking incompetent morons - oh, yes they are. This lack of respect from them is exactly why when your phone Centrelink they have to put on a little special automated message saying “we expect everyone to act courtesy and calmly and we won't tolerate bad behaviour”. YOU CENTERLINK are the ones who are disrespectful, you encourage people to swear at you because you piss them off with your lack of respect. You are truly evil and disgusting, and I can see there's an imbalance there; totally run by women, as this is such bitch behaviour. Note, couple weeks back I was complaining about being sick and stalked by girls down at the mail box – this is them, jobsproviders still handing out sickness. Btw, I checked centerlink website a few days ago – there was no message to call anyone. 7. Shining the Light on Narcissistic Families for End Goal of Peace and Quiet Well, in all this time of writing my blog, explaining about the nuisances in my life, I’ve realised today, I have not written about the “fake family phenomenon”. This situation simply involves families harassing me in the morning. There seems to be a specific time where I get harassed by families, seemingly from 830 to 930 in the morning. Not every morning, just sometimes. And usually this involves me going out in a public area, and a family presenting themselves, like crossing my path but not actually coming up to me or approaching me directly or talking to me, but putting themselves in my path, and often they talk to the person I’m going to see, like shop staff, and then as soon as I do, they leave kind of in a condescending “handover gesture” way - it’s incredibly strange, and I can’t believe how narcissistic some families are. But the most annoying thing they do, is beep at me when leaving, like we are friends. This has been going on for many many years. I remember they used to do it frequently when I went over to Tamworth, but again today, when I went down to post my seed sales and go for a swim. It is always different families, never the same twice, different cars, so I cannot report them to the police. They are truly evil and they know perfectly well how evil they are and how to escape retribution. So, you know, here is the light shining on fucked people, so fuck off you STUPID FAMILIES. They all need a bullet to the ear. Someone suggested to me that with these particular problems, I should tell Oprah, as Oprah understands situations like this, whereas the police would not, and Oprah has the means to do something about it. Which I thought was kind of funny, and probably true, but I definitely don’t want to pester Oprah! 8. Old Man Games It seems old man are a problem, and so I have to write about it. There's nothing like shining the light on an arsehole {yuk, the fact that I have to write about this proves how totally disgusting they are.} I have found over the years that there's several things they do repeatedly: mail hoarding. This was especially prevalent when I was living at the units at Sarina, when the mailman delivered my mail, an old man neighbour would break into my letterbox (showing off his break and enter skills), take my mail, not throw it out, but they would just keep it (goodness knows where they put it, maybe they left it on their kitchen table?) but they kept it until they deemed, that it is was time to deliver it, days, weeks, months later. FULLY SICK. I'm guessing this control issue is a trait of the narcissistic mental health disorder? Somewhere along those lines at any rate. Actually, sometimes I even thought, as the postman was an old man, maybe he was delivering my mail to his old man mate? Deliberatley? I have found there's a network of old men, just like there is a network of dogs, a network of women in the workplace, a network of healthcare workers…. And so, there is a network of old men, and they're in cahoots with Council, and all the council male staff. This was definitely a problem at Sarina but also when I lived at Builyan, particularly with poisoning any trees that I plant out, but they also do weird rubbish things, like do the rubbish extra early if I forget to put it out the night before, so instead of the usual 730 pick-up, they would do it at 6am so I would miss it. I'm pretty sure all the problems I have with planes flying over my head and following me around, that's possibly old man related. I mean there could be female bimbo dogs up there flying around, like they do down the street, but I suspect it's more of an old man thing, and it's old man who have money to waste on petrol, flying planes. So, I've written about my problems with the old man who lives next door at Sarina and his abilities at determining full female bladders. I suspect, he is not the only one, and this is a typical old man thing, because I've had problems with it at Gin Gin, and now it's Sarina, oh and plus a little bit towards the end of living at Rangari (who knows who was living in that house at that time). And actually, all the food theft at Sarina, I'm pretty sure that that was old man related; can't be too certain because there are so many thieving bloody women, but some of the old man, like, they're pretty useless at looking after themselves, and feeding themselves, and think they're entitled to steal from a woman who's capable – in kind of a jealous manner. A capabilities jealous theft. There is another weird thing, that I think is old man related, and that's some sort of weird antics that happened from 11pm to 3am nightly, when I'm asleep. As I'm asleep I'm not actually entirely aware of what's going on! So it's a little hard to explain but it's some sort of weird metaphysical world stuff where single ladies are taken advantage of by wandering LOOSER arseholes who nobody wants, and often pretends to be a child, a little boy who latches on like a leach to single ladies. And, it's not good for single ladies. They have no respect a lot of the times. I have vaguely mentioned it before on my blog about the fact that I would frequently get woken up at 3am at various times in my life. Last night was another one of these times, as I'm writing this story about old men. I believe it's related to the reason why single ladies ought not be allowed to teach in schools. There is such naivety in this area people (women) are still questioning me about this and think that I'm old-fashioned and backwards, and 'wake up sweeties' this is not the case at all. It's also related to that story I wrote about when I figured out that it was cheaper to rent rather than purchase a house, back in 2006; and channel 7 put the story on the news the following morning. Thieves, do you see, they are thieves, they steal EVERYTHING. I have so many examples of this, you could not believe it. They never pay. Not sure if this is related, but lately I've been contacted by people pretending not to be local people, to purchase or acquire Facebook marketplace items. 2 days in a row! They seem to be doing a weird council rate thing – fuck off and leave me out of your stupid marketing aims. The image above is relevant ; this happens all the time in movie / TV world. As I've mentioned, I no longer watch live television, I just can't, as they are to disrespectful. So I have a YouTube subscription now, so they've started to get onto YouTube too. They have changed this movie, it's called “A life lived” and the opening scene was a girl with a yellow convertible. She was showing off her car. The scene has been removed now. Go and check; no yellow convertible. I written extensively about how girls come up to me with their new cars and show off their car to me - it's really annoying. I have to constantly explain that: you're not going to make me jealous with a new car. I like my car. Thanks very much. So they are doing it on movie and tv shows instead. It happens all the time. Just weird. So I'm shining the light on the arsehole who keeps putting girls in my path with new cars: fuck off you stupid degenerate. Infact, it reminds me of Ellen Degenerets, who offers to give free things to her audience, it's up that alley. I am not a fan, I don’t watch. And also yesterday Microsoft refused to send me my emails; so it's all of these things are related, they all happen at the same time, just fuck off and leave me alone you stupid little monkeys. And take a hike, Tom Hanks. 9. The Weird Phenon of People behaving as Territorial Rabies Infected Dogs on FB Before I was ban from Facebook in 2020, I joined the Gladstone police group for reporting crimes, this was 2018-19 (I stupidly thought the police may be able to do something about all the 100’s of items that were being taken from me at that time.) I started to list all the items that had been stolen from me. But then I was suddenly messaged by what appeared to be some sort of territorial rabies infected dog, suspected female, group member, but I guess you never know when it’s anonymous. She was antagonistic, threatening; threatening to come down to my place and beat me up, just been totally vulgar-trashy. She was an idiot, obviously trying to fearmonger, and scare, and victimise. I don’t know if these tactics work on some people, but it certainly wasn’t working on me, I just ignored her. Sometimes, and infact often in life, one can only stand back and look at the disaster unfurl, such as this girl. Not entirely sure what she wanted anyway? I suspect nothing, she was literally being a territorial dog and was simply scared she had no control over her group anymore, as I was posting all these weird thefts? She did not understand them (not alone there I guess). But her reaction was pure retarded behaviour. I mean maybe my standards in human behaviour are set too high, but since we are meant to be human now, most of us have evolved, I don’t think so. Even a child could behave more appropriately than that person. And what’s even more odd, I got the feeling her attitude was like “at last, hooray, finally, I get to behave in this rude disrespectful way – like it was blessed thing for her (!) Talk about stupidity. But because this person then deleted all my posts, this person was possibly FB admin, but even worse, maybe she was a police officer from Miriam Vale?? Maybe it was her who ban me from FB later? Aswell as Ebay, spnflwr, flickr and Wikipedia? {What idiot would give that retarded person a position of authority??} Australia, wake up. I guess maybe I should’ve literally said to her “fuck off - I don’t have territorial stupid dogs in my life”. So, talk frankly! lol Perhaps I should’ve said “you need to go and find an arsehole, because arseholes love territorial stupid dogs, they can easily have their way with them and fight constantly - and that’s what arseholes love to do. Many marriages are based around this dance. Anyway, people are very strange, especially on Facebook. I have noted today still, there are heaps of ‘stupids’, aswell as heaps of ‘smarts’. But FB is still highly controlled and edited, possibly even more. And there are still dogs playing sides, all the time. And there are still female dogs stalking me; fuck off irresponsible mother Cassandra, don’t use your child as an excuse to dog attack me. 11. An Anti Religious Shopping Experience: Tessuti Fabrics (formerly Fantasy Fabrics) When I shopped there, back when it was Fantasy Fabrics, 30 odd years ago, there were some major dog problems with the female staff. One of them accusing me of chopping up their instore fabrics with scissors! Stupid (I later saw that woman on Australia ABC telly – who the ABC, for some reason was either protecting or rewarding? Who knows what they were doing with her. But, do they, or do they not, shoot dogs that bite people?? Because that was just what it was like, a stray dog biting me in that shop. AH GO AWAY – again, this problem of total bimbos following me around and climbing on my back, and tormenting me; FUCK OFF - do I need to purchase a hat, maybe a T shirt with these words????? Does this happen in other countries or is it just an Australian bimbo thing? You would think as a young single woman, that my biggest problem would be stray horny men following me around - but NO, this is not the case (I put this down to my other secret weapon of being gifted with a somewhat undesirable face and body). But so instead I get these bloody stupid women following me around. Just weird! You know I think this very thing, this situation involving these stupid women, and they’re non thinking ‘blind as bats’ behaviour, (such irony), is the main reason why I have been banned - it's like the powers that be (whoever they are, I suspect, not the government), does not want to make it public that this is what women are like; nobody wants to make it public that some women are completely stupid and non-thinkers. Nobody wants to acknowledge this stupid human factor - WELL shame on you, because you can't fix something that you're not aware of – AND THIS BEHAVIOR CAN BE FIXED, ITS JUST A MATTER OF AWARENENSS. SO, anyone trying to oppress me by banning me, (and there's been a lot) you are completely WRONG. So, one day I was wondering why sometimes I go to places and there's no problems; everything gets sorted out the way it should, everyone's pleasant, I was able to do what I intended to do there. And then other places I go to; it's a disaster, like the above, like the staff are horrible, they can't do anything, they're completely rude and disrespectful, there are problems. So, someone suggested that it's a religious thing; so, people who are not religious, are places where I experience problems stemming from stupidity, the ones who are horrible and ‘dog attack’ me, the sinners so to speak. And it's the ones who have faith, and a believe in God, are the ones who can do it right, and I have no problems, everyone is NORMAL - the saints so to speak. Not 100% sure if this is true, but I suspect definite possibility. Now I do a pretty good job of keeping tally of my life on my blog, so I'm not sure, but it FEELS LIKE most of the places I go to are places who do not have faith {unfortunately}. I'm guessing this is due to church not being the Sunday norm anymore. (I would say due to problems in church with bad ministers and priests, not to mention other bad members of the congregation, like in my experience.)? And so, when I go somewhere and that is NORMAL, I find it extraordinary and amazing, and nothing short of a miracle! And, this theory, changes everything - should I be putting in the word “Christian” when I do a Google search for a business like a dentist? Dr Deane – you ought to be sued. After I wrote this, I went out and did some gardening, as it had finally started to rain (hooray). As I was gardening, planting out my flower seedlings (mental note: l can't do this anymore, my back is way too shot), anyway, I thought about something else and I believe it's related, so here is the next part of the story; At one point in my life, I had moved in to the bottom flat of my grandmother's house at Pretty Beach. I used to listen to triple j all the time back then, I was also reading a book by Carl Yung, it belonged to my aunt, she stored her books in the flat. So, Carl Yung was a psychologist from the 50s maybe? He's kind of a famous one. He would've covered many different topics in this book, I read it from cover to cover, but you know the only thing really that I got from it, or remember about it, was his theory of the collective consciousness, which I talk about on my blog sometimes. It interested me. However, I suspect there was another topic that I read, but didn't really pay much attention to, and this was the collective psychosis, of a mass of people. So, a group of people doing things that are stupid, and non-thinking. {I personally believe spurred on by rebellion from stupid bimbo parents power tripping over their kids. “we don’t have to be good, we don’t have to be perfect”.} I think he talked about it, as it did not interest me, as I wouldn’t have thought it was relevant (this is something that certainly I would not be affected from (I have way too much personal awareness), but I believe there was someone on triple j at that time who was being a pervert, and basically this theory resonated with her - she has set herself about to try and bring on public psychosis through manipulations (I call this ‘dogs playing sides’ - so I've had problems with her trying to manipulate a lot of people on mass, in public, for her amusement. And it's like the only thing she could think to do with mass amount of people, was to torment somebody else, with somebody else being me - so this may explain why I have so many stupid bimbo Dr receptionists on my back, and it also could explain why I was poisoned at Mitre 10 - because I could hear radio dogs in the background. There were also radio dogs at the fruit shop when they were stealing potatoes from me with the wrong label. MANY other instances. So, all of these things are not a coincidence, they're all being organised by some stupid bitch who's trying to stroke her own ego with being able to manipulate mass amount of people into doing these revolting bitchy things. I bet she has blonde hair. By the way ‘psychosis’ is fancy talk for being stupid. Now I'm not entirely sure about this next bit, and I know there is a lot of truth behind the events of COVID-19, because viruses are a problem today way more than they have been at any other point in history, so any attempts to do something about viruses is GOOD. But I'm thinking maybe it has something to do with these radio dogs trying to manipulate the public on mass. They are competing amongst themselves in the industry. 12. More about Acceptable Areas where it’s OK to be Nazi Personality As I seem to be constantly complaining about the “nazis” in my life; ones that go on anal power tripping lord-over missions, and seemingly making up rules for the sake of it, and not because they are valid, needed or better rules (it’s called ‘power tripping’, and women are notorious for doing this; look at the health sector rules). I wrote on, I think it was my About page, or Life Stories (?), that there's one area where I think it's okay to be completely nazi and that is in the area of Food Labelling. And I suspect the only way to combat incorrect or misleading labels is to start making money with hefty fines. Along the same lines of how police make money from speeding tickets. Money making revenue – a whole new industry could be established to watch/regulate and cash in on people’s labelling fraud. Who says I don’t know how to “job create!” I would like to add further to food labels, and that, any labelling, like textile labelling, content labelling, ingredient labelling. I'd even take it further, and state anyone suffering from OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) this is a perfect area for you! Or become a chef! Just be involved with food, because it's an area where hygiene is extremely important. And possibly somewhat lacking; Of course I'm a firm believer of cleanliness in the kitchen; making sure the workspace is clean before you begin. Washing hands before handling food (including nails). Washing fruits, vegetables and anything that's been manhandled thoroughly. Cleaning up as you go along, and making sure you don't scratch yourself, your arms or your face around the food area. And of course, no sneezing or coughing around the food (quick mad dash exit of the room should you need to sneeze!). And if you've read my blog, you'll see that people do signs, they've done this for quite some years, (even though I find it really annoying) they still do it, (even if I scream about how I hate it), still do it. One of the signs that they do, is if I go to some food area, that has been prepared or run by someone who is not clean, then they tell me, as you often cannot see unhygienic practices in a shop front. And it's really disgusting. So, if you think no-one is watching, think again. Always make sure you wash your hands. There are other areas in life where it is perfectly acceptable to be nazi; the rubbish and recycling industry! There is a major lacking in this area with lackadaisical staff stemming all the way down from Council who just don’t really give a shit about rubbish (or the planet). Following the statistics of rubbish over the future years; this area is going to be so big, all the little council people that wanted to turn a blind eye will be forced to have to deal with it. Another perfect opportunity for the OCD’S! you will need to sort out many types of materials, and see the difference between plastics. I can’t even imagine that they would even bother doing what is fully required at the moment, in any of the sorting centres, because there are at least six different types of plastics, and you can’t possibly tell, unless you look at the fine print on the bottom of the bottle, or on the packaging, which might’ve even fallen off or be faded. And that is, even if plastic grading had been done in the first place when manufactured. A total lacking in this area. And do they expect rubbish sorters ono those conveyers to have a magnifying glass for the fine print? Animal practices. So, while I have a vague interest in psychology, and due to encountering a whole heap of dysfunctionals, have learnt a lot about different peoples personality types. I am not 100% sure of the root cause of OCD. I mean I'm guessing it's probably people who had narcissistic parents. (You would have to have some pretty bad karma to be born into a family with narcissistic parents, because they are truly the worst, horrible kind of people, in fact probably the cause of all psychological problems, narcissistic parents.) But it seems to me that there needs to be a redirection for all of those OCD’s, because I know there's a lot of them, I encounter many of them, all the time. Instead of redirecting your unhealthy nazi behaviour towards other people (like me), redirect into the fine print - like labels, redirect it into your work. As far as I can see, this would be a really simple solution to a huge problem. When in doubt, work. You know I've heard of people following the theory, that partaking in arts and crafts, as a good cathartic outlet. Many house wives do this. But, as I have had many different experiences in life, I get the strong sense that some of those women painting that I have encounted, did it with such restraint and tightness, that it was obvious that they were the nazi type of women, and those women probably ought not to be painting, instead those women ought to be working in food labelling departments! Total areas that need strict rules and regulations. Painting is probably an area that you especially don’t want to be nazi personality. 13. Rude Nosy Neighbours in The Name of Fake Neighbourhood Watch Out Every time I collect seed from a house at Armstrong Beach, (with the owner’s permission of course, who were never home as they work during the day), I have absurd neighbours across the road staring at me and making strange noises, trying to catch my attention making themselves heard. Last time, they were out front in their driveway, the whole time I was there, which was about half an hour as I was picking all the pods - just staring at me and pissing about, like they were just totally being rude disrespectful nosy neighbours. I mean if you were concerned about a stranger in at your neighbours place, like why wouldn’t you just go up and ask them what they were doing, rather than just sit there and stare and be rude. Maybe their crap parents never taught them ITS RUDE TO STARE. Some people have no common sense or no manners at all. So, I took that photo and put it here online. If you’re one of these ridiculous nosy neighbours you should bugger, off mind your own business, and get a life. 14. 2022 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. No discrimination between the ‘alive now’, or the dead! And a (so far) ‘spiritually’ given award! I am trying to ‘will’ a lotto win to make it a $50 monthly award  December 2022 Adrian from Hervey Bay for being a focused honest tradie, and personable, in a nondiscriminative way; unusual for typical Australians. November 2022 Ellen Mary Stack who saved all the injured cyclone victims in Darwin back in the day, plus became Mayor so as to introduce mandatory ‘strong and sturdy’ building codes! October 2022 Veena Sahajwalla - OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT in Australian recycling; above and beyond. Albeit she is fully recognized and awarded already. September 2022 2 Bridge engineers: Li Chun, who built a stone Bridge 1400 years ago, still standing today good as new. Caius Julius Lacer, designed the Trajan's Bridge at Alcantara, Spain; 2500yrs old, good as new! There are 3 unknown engineers; aquaduct bridge in Provence, France, 2500yrs old, good as new! And 2 in Italy 2000+yrs old, good as new. Plus 1 in Turkey that is 3000yrs old in same original working condition! August 2022 Charles Wilber, for his 28 foot sky high (8.5m) tomato plants! July 2022 Macquarie Island management for reducing the devastating pesty rabbit population, to, 0! Well done to them, if only the rest of the country could be as motivated as the Macquarie Island team. June 2022 Kerrie Ellison for her bravery in ‘setting the bar’ when it comes to sexual harassment and hostile environments in the workplace, in the 80’s, to push lawsuits to stop it. May 2022 Was going to award Henry Flagler for ‘inventing’ Miami (with his transport system), BUT he also ‘invented’ the well copied law where a husband can have his wife declared “insane” and committed to an asylum, thus ending in divorce. So, he gets the ‘anti-brilliance’ award; this law has negatively affected many women, and STILL does. Instead, this month’s award goes to Queensland Health for at least attempting to make changes to the mental health act in 2016 for the better. (Although the whole thing is a scam, with money making being the number 1 goal, led by pharmaceutical companies). April 2022 The person who came up with the reusable half twist airtight screw bottle lids – you are sheer genius! March 2022 Anthony Robles state champion wrestle (with more challenges than most, only 1 leg) February 2022 Garry, Sam and Kelly Bencheghib for their clean up strategy in Touristy Indonesia January 2022 People responsible for 2015 tall building of the year; Milan's Vertical Forest Building, especially people responsible for plant health. Truly amazing, fantastic & brilliant. 15. Naming and shaming thieves was one of the main reasons I created my FB group , (Amongst other reasons like being able to whinge /moan, and express personal grievances about community issues, or personal injustices. Big fish little fish stuff. When I named and shamed this particular thief below, on a different community group, I was ban from the group by coward admin. Most unfairly, especially since I was not the criminal/ the thief - they were. Don't shoot the Messenger. So as much as you would prefer I be silent on this issue I AM NOT. Find some other small frame person to steal from or suffer my talking consequences! Car industry thieves in SARINA: Master Mechanical When I went there, the owner muttered under his breath to me, that he was going to steal from me, and then he did, $72.50 plus he wanted me to bring my car back for $700+ “looking” for problem. But I had told him what the problem was – the dashcam. I just wanted him to fix it – but did he – NO. He and his receptionists (woman with child under knee), infact the whole crew down there are thieves. How is this business still in business? Car thieves. {I am new in town, perhaps he thought he could get away with it with a new person?} The CBA did try to recoup my money with a dispute, but they failed. Although later, several months later, I suddenly get a bank message saying that they were able to recoup the money and it has been refunded. So that was a little weird. Now, I left a review for this business on Google Maps, because as far as I'm concerned it's unacceptable behaviour, and this business, as they are thieves, they should be closed down. They should no longer be in operation. Now, the thing is, as far as I know, I'm the only one that can actually see my Google reviews when I'm logged in. Because if I'm not logged in, I can't see them, so I'm pretty sure no one else can see my reviews (?). But one day on Facebook, I had problems from some girl who was stalking me on Facebook, and out of the blue, on a different subject, she started talking about my review for this Car shop, which was very weird. She seemed to have the major shits that I left a bad review, even though they are thieves. This girl must've been a bimbo because she thinks stealing is ok, and you're not allowed to talk about it! {Not addressing problems:bimbo behaviour}. So this got me thinking, as I'd been having problems with someone putting sugar in my fuel tank when I park at the IGA carpark, so I'm thinking it was this girl who seemed to be so irate about my honest review. Maybe she worked for master mechanical? maybe she was his wife? or the blonde receptionist? or his daughter? She obviously decided to seek spite-revenge by putting sugar in my fuel tank. Happened every time I went to IGA car park, about five times in a row. {The side affect of sugar in your fuel tank is ‘put put’ as soon as I start my engine, then for the next several km’s, plus along with terrible smoke coming out of exhaust.} So then I mentioned the sugar on Facebook too, and it suddenly stopped. It was the owner plus in public forum that I had mentioned it to, so I suspect it WAS someone who worked for him? Yet another reason that business ought to be closed down. So I certainly standby my review and my words. I am not going to be intimidated by some silly sugar yielding bimbo. I believe that business should be closed down I know I might be asking a lot to close down businesses who steal from people, there might not be any businesses left (in Gunnedah and half of Sarina this would be definitely be true). I believe there is some serious retardation going on in Sarina; when I went into the pet shop and said hello to the woman behind the counter, she just stared at me and then got back to doing what she was doing. Such eeeexcellent retail manners from Shopgirls. Actually I think I remember a place in Tamworth doing that same thing, only she didn’t go back to her work. She just stared at me the whole time I was in the shop without saying anything. Guess what, she had blonde hair too! Starting to see a pattern in my life. Just an observation. You know what, now I remember, when I went to the Pet Shop that day, I was wearing my black shirt that was later that day stolen - you know a woman who obviously is so rude and disrespectful to a new customer, is certainly not beyond stealing my good top in my opinion. I included a screenshot of the bank letter with the dispute information. POLITICIANS, if you need examples of personality types to see which ones should be breeding, and which ones should not be; I have heaps of bimbo names I can give you. Start off with the woman at this mechanics, Rebecca, she said her name was. And, you may wonder why I bring up the Pet Shop and my stolen black silk shirt incident, into this story. I believe it's related; it goes back to Hong Kong; when I was 20, I saved up for 2 years at my first job on minimum wage, and went to Hong Kong with my friend whose parents lived there, I stayed there for 2 weeks. In Hong Kong, you're not allowed to keep a car that's older than three years, so everywhere you go, on all the streets, there are brand-new cars - it's like a total ‘revhead-heaven’ world in Hong Kong. I don't know if it's still the same today, I'm talking about 30 years ago now. But I mean the people who really are into cars, are young men mainly. So it is like a young man's world in Hong Kong. And the other thing that's big in Hong Kong was aquariums/ fishtanks, and again this is another industry that caters to a lot of young men. I was reminded of this when I was trying to sell my fish recently on FB marketplace, and I was unable to, it was like there was a monopoly on Facebook marketplace for aquarium shops only to sell their fish and hobbists, are not allowed to sell online, with the fake pretence that it goes against their policy - biggest load of bull I've ever heard; it's just another way that young boys have monopolised this industry, the same as they have in HongKong and their cars. So there were a lot of young boys in that Pet Shop when I was there that day, I'm thinking, not a coincidence. And what the? Bugger off you young non big picture thinking imbecils (and give me my shirt back. Plus probably all the usb cables that have been stolen from me). 16. 2024 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. No discrimination between the ‘alive now’, or the dead! And a (so far) ‘spiritually’ given award! I am trying to ‘will’ a lotto win to make it a $50 monthly award  December 2024 Colin Gladstone from Mayday Hills, Beechworth, Victoria. A gardener who planted out a significant amount of trees, one growing to be a sport of the beautiful Red River Gum, (Eucalyptus camaldulensis), featuring a weeping habit. Named "Blue Veil". November 2024 Garmin for reinventing the watch strap, with the end on the inside. October 2024 Omar Vazquez for his innovative idea of turning waste seaweed into bricks for homes, PLUS for his generosity of nature by donating and building houses for low income people in his community, PLUS employing 6 fulltime staff to make his bricks too. September 2024 The fearless captain Paul Watson and teams, for saving the whales August 2024 Pinterest; realised of all the Internet platforms, Pinterest is the only one that hasn't ban me or deleted any of my uploads! And Pinterest has had ALL my uploads, they've had every swearword, and every accusation, and still, I have not been ban - I can only assume it is because the people who run Pinterest, are superior in every way, than all other Internet companies (and of course they are not Nazis). July 2024 Lina Khan who took the cunts at Google to court over their monopoly and won June 2024 Curtis Shuck, due to his personal self financed mission, of capping leaking gas wells in Texas May 2024 Steve Brady my landlord for saving me housewise April 2024 James Gatlin for his enthusiasm in sharing his knowledge about the speed square! March 2024 Bruce from drain cleaning Australia who opportunistically drains clogged public gutters for free February 2024 Tom Corrigan, inventor of new honeycomb paper packaging, to replace plastic packaging. January 2024 The Iceland government for making thermal energy capture commercial in the 1970's. (Indonesia, who sits on the 'ring of fire', are still dependent on Coal! 😔) 17. Some of the People who Cross our Path are set in Stone At school, I became friends with this one girl, because we were in the same house, we had regimented timetable, and we both were always ready for breakfast before all the other girls, and before it was time to walk over to the food hall. So, we would sit down on my bed, maybe 5 minutes, maybe 20 minutes sometimes, before breakfast, and play cards together, we did it pretty much every morning for the whole year. Later when I was studying Fashion, we flatmate together. See now, a whole big point of that school, was to ensure all graduates, when they do graduate, they graduate ‘a lady’. So, after school, I actually noticed a slight rebellion of this, not from me, but from my friends, who did not go to my school (nor I believe went to church). At least 2 of them tried to encourage me to do something ‘bad’. So, one of my friends tried to persuade me to chew bubblegum! As she must have thought that would be very unlady like, and when I did she was tickled pink “I got her to rebel!”. And another one wanted me to "sin" – that was when I was flatting with my card playing friend, I met her friend from work, she was always coming around to our flat. Something happened to my card playing friend, as now, when she got ready for work in the morning, there was certainly no time for cards, she would spend two hours in front of the huge floor to ceiling mirror every morning putting on makeup. Not kidding, 2hrs, she would set her alarm for 5am, even though she was only 15 minutes commute from her work at 9. I found it quite absurd, I thought she must be extremely vain now! But I never said anything to her. Whatever. But, her new friend must have noticed my secret attitude, {some people can just sniff things out!} And then it was like she wanted me to be more vain too, like, 'go ahead and sin, sin, sin, sin! – not that I did! "Vanity" is considered a sin in a Christian religion. You know, it is not really possible for woman to be friends with another woman; just too jealous by nature (which by the way is also a sin!). Btw, promiscuity is NOT considered a sin in the Christian religion. Her friend in particular, associates being a ‘lady’ as being religious and virtuous. So, just not a vain person, hate to disappoint, (maybe if I was really attractive I might be!! Lol) And not really a sinner either, - I did not have nazi over controlling parents. Lucky me, – born to be rebel sin-free. Bad parenting is to blame for 90% of all sins. Will you consider compulsory parenting class now gov? I haven't really made a distinction yet between people who were raised with church and people who weren't - but you know, this could be a whole thing, it probably is. 18. Overcrowding in a Typical Suburban House This is the house opposite my unit complex , note, a typical evening with everyone home – 6 cars, that’s at least 6 adults under 1 roof, and looks like a small 3 bedroom. Now, I do not know their story, and why they would have so many people living in house designed for 2 parents and 2 kids (1.8kids). All I know, is that it’s the government’s fault, with too many immigrants too fast. And certainly, this is not a desirable way to live. It verges on the ‘high density’ life style that may cause suicides {read my Tenements story on the “Nuisance Neighbours with Every single place I rented since I left home at age 18” story.}. I feel this is becoming more and more typical, and it is up to the people to refuse such living conditions. The gov acts upon the peoples requests. So, for a start, stop breeding multiples, this will get them re-thinking their politics. Besides - stupid woman; why are you torturing yourself with multiples? 19. Collage of Stolen Hats; Stolen and Karmic Dept Story All these hats have been stolen from me. The blue garden hat was stolen once in Melbourne, and I purchased one exactly the same to replace it $22 - and it was stolen some years later at Gin Gin. The brim actually folds up, the picture doesn't really do it justice, but I couldn't find a proper picture. You know, it’s pretty easy to distract someone. I think thieves think that they’re really clever because they can manipulate someone through distraction, I turn my head for 15 seconds, turn back, and the items been stolen, like there is nothing clever or genius about distracting someone. In fact, it’s probably one of the most easiest things you can do, I don’t think they actually realise exactly how stupid they are. An attempt was made by the thief to return the pink one (due to drone pressure), but they failed in their attempt, and it was destroyed by council lawnmower man, friend of the thief. A socially retarded person. The bottom left one that you can't really tell is a hat, is actually a camouflage hat, so suspect it was stolen by someone in the army? I specifically made it to not blow off my head, it's made from stretch left over floral fabric. So, I was very annoyed that this one was taken, as it was a special fit, and it most likely will NOT fit that actual thief’s head. I think the green beanie was stolen by the brother of some girl that I mentioned on my blog in a slight (deserved) disparaging way. At the time I didn't think that they were related, but actually when I compare the size of both of them, they're both huge, suggesting possibly that they are related? ( I just thought he was some prancing peacock that used to strut around the complex). So, my hat disappeared, and so did he. The local pub has advised me they will keep a look out for it this winter, (I put a photo of it on Facebook, whereas before when it was stolen, and all the other times, I have not been able to do that, because I was ban from Facebook - and this is the main reason why, because I put photos of stolen items on Facebook - to do something about the 100's of thefts, so I don't feel like I'm surrounded by thieving morons, and that most Australians must be stupid have no common sense, no sense of morals, no sense of religion; and are basically drunken retards, probably from families that have 5 kids. On FB, an item will be recognized, and the thief can be held to justice. But of course, nobody wants the thief, (especially the thief), to be held to justice, because this is Australia, and it's pretty much a fucked bogan thieving country, where people think that will be funny to steal from me, and or funny to watch other people stealing from me. So, they just ban me instead, - to try and silence me. Later, the creator of Facebook tried to save himself by saying that Facebook wasn't designed for such purposes, it's only designed for "hooking up". Shortsighted. (And slut). You know I think this country is so wealthy, in Sydney especially, there's so many spoiled little brats who have been raised by bimbo mothers, and when they turn 18 they go through the cliche rebellious "drug and alcohol" problems, and live this pathetic life of crime and petty thievery, as they naïvely think that’s easier than actually doing work in a job, - even though they're fully educated and know better. This whole problem is because of unskilled mothers and teachers! We need compulsory parenting class for every single mother so they don't create these little spoiled shits that rebel against their over controlling, over disciplinarian, ill-educated / unskilled mothers and teachers who use kids to control so they can feel important. {Unskilled as in, without parenting skills, not unskilled as in without job skills – and no I am not pushing for paid parenting}. But this problem is so obvious, I can’t believe no one has brought it into consciousness, and there are no programs in place to rectify the situation. I mean the bloody government, well, really, bloody mental healthcare workers, (poor government), are pushing money for mental health, when w-r-o-n-g. This here is where the problem needs to be directed, not after the damage has already been done. It needs to be done in the family unit. I haven't even mentioned any of the other problems that arise from over controlling, over disciplinarian, ill-educated / unskilled mothers and teachers who use kids to control so they can feel important. Because there's way more issues aside from petty theft too. {As I was near finishing writing this, my electricity was switched off all day}. Whoever stole these hats; certainly does not have my approval or my permission to take (and break and enter, for that matter). And, I know the type of person who stole these hats, is a kind of "arrogant self entitled peacock" type of person, probably even someone who works in the television industry, at the ABC. So now at the age 51, I am going to match you, in my description below of what it's going to happen to you; If I knew who you were, well, I fantasize about blowing your head off with a shotgun. At any rate you are now in karmic debt to me. {Ha Ha}. I think I need to talk about karmic debt. I'm not sure all religions believe this. I don't think the Catholics do, the Catholics think they can just ask for Gods forgiveness and they will be forgiven; simple, and that's the end of it. (!) As if! I personally don't believe it works like that, at all. I mean you may be given help to ease your guilt, but the sin itself needs to be paid for, and in effect when you ask for Gods forgiveness, that’s what your asking for – to be used in some way to make up for what you have done. I believe you have to ‘pay’ for all the sins that you do, like stealing for instance; think you got away with it; THINK AGAIN. So, if you are a sinner, at any moment, when God needs help, a sinner will be called upon. And you'll have to make sacrifices - usually you won't even know about it, life happens. And it could happen in the next life. Sometimes a sinner will need to sacrifice their life, inorder to help in different ways, ways that don't involve being alive. I'm certainly not an expert on the afterlife or in any religion for that matter. But with my experience and observation, this is what I know is true. So, you might read that 'ha ha' bit, and think, oh she's making a joke, but I can assure you, being in karmic dept is nothing to joke about. You need to take life seriously, including choosing the good and the righteous. Every day decisions that people make, count. And if you want to feel like you have control of your life direction, you need to be good. Plain and simple. If those thieves decide they DO NOT want to be in karmic dept – you can always settle the dept now in this life (!); I cannot extract ‘Godly type of dept collection’ for obvious reasons, so I worked out a compensation formula for each stressful incident involving theft. Not only do I expect the stolen item to be returned or paid for as new again, but for each item taken, – I WANT COMPENSATION, for BREAK AND ENTER plus STRESS, at $5000 per incident. And with my list of stolen items tallying 606 items atm, that’s $2,795,000.00 - that those stupid dogs are in dept to me for - $2,795,000.00 And, bear in mind, there are heaps more I have not written down too, I’m sure, things that I have not even noticed, or have forgotten about, as I did not write down at the time. So possible more like $3million? I have peptic ulcers now, from stress (or well, they could be from the antacid…or simply fear of getting seasick.) 21. 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. What terrifies Aerial Spraying cushy job Pilots My fruit fly tunnel, well should I say ‘anti-fruitfly tunnel’, about 30m long, (and not shown in the photo is another one just as long nearby) stands out on the land. If you're in an aeroplane, you can see it, plain as day. I am absolutely certain that my fruit fly tunnels was the cause of not only one, of my wealthy farming neighbours, but also the flying school, well a flying business, a business of local aerial spraying, to be, ABSOLUTELY INCENSED. A trigger for bad behaviour. If everyone used nets for their agricultural endeavours, where practical, there would be no need for spraying poisonous chemicals. So, the owner of the aerial spraying company, was DEEPLY THREATENED by me. So, I had problems with planes spraying poisons over my house, and over me when I was down the paddock, after those nets appeared. I just know that this would be the reason, the men ‘on the land’ in Gunnedah have this mentality, where it's “destroy or be destroyed”, and they have no qualms spraying you or anyone with poison, even if it kills you; as long as their business is intact, then nothing else matters. Murder, who cares; “I need to work and send my kids to private school”. I have said it before on my blog: it is farmers who are destroying the planet, they have rules unto themselves, they're not regulated, like in a workplace. They do things the easiest way, and if it means spraying the whole land with toxic chemicals, they'll do it - especially the wealthy ones who are so arrogant that most people couldn't even possibly fathom their mentality. So it is of my opinion, in Australia, all fruit and berries need to be grown under these nets, so they can be classed as organic. This is not to please me - this is for pure health reasons. There are many science based research to back me up. By the way, that quality Nylon netting, from a place in Queensland, has a warranty for 10 years, so 10 years is the very minimum time frame - suggesting that it will last way longer than 10 years. That one tunnel in the photo cost about $600 to set up, back then, including delivery, the poly pipe, and the star pickets. So, it is affordable, considering it's only a onetime payment possibly per 20 years? Any fruit grower or berry grower that doesn't have nets, I would now classify them as ‘stoopid’, either that or, completely brainwashed by aerial spraying pilots who want to keep their cushy job of flying. (Either way still basically comes down to stupidity). So, get with the program, get nets, and go organic. Also, I'm not sure if it's related, but over the years I have problems with planes following me around. When I lived at Sarina for two years, in a unit complex, I had NO planes going over - it was a bloody miracle! But now, again, well, last night, I had no less than 5 planes going over my house between 5 and 8pm. Not even sure if it's the same plane, or plane traffic is being diverted over my house instead of their usual flight path? That loud hum drum sound a plane makes, is an annoying sound, it's the sound that a little boy would make playing with his toys. 25. Dogs at Woolworth Car Park I have to write about this in order for it to stop happening, (yeeeah great! Again, nothing better to do….) So occasionally, I do ‘click and collect’, because I can save $15 del fee if I happen to be in town like for a Doctors appointment. Even though I hate it, as this is what happens: (this has happened at least 90% out of 100% times I do a ‘click and collect’); The phenomenon of “dogs in the car park”. So, I noticed not many people get ‘click and collect’, still, they mostly prefer shopping instore, whereas, I like to shop online. Women in big SUV’s, park in all the 4 ‘click and collect’ car spots. They do this specifically in order to block me from picking up my groceries. It is not a coincidence like what you may be thinking. I'm not entirely sure why they do this, I assume it's just because they want to be facetious and a 3rd born nuisance, and to make things DIFFICULT for me. But I have noticed, and confirmed after this incident today, it's somehow related to my previous interaction with a shop (?), a pattern has emerged, in this instance, I'd just been to the petrol station to fill up, and the Doctors - so I don't know what they were so offended at, or at which one, but it was related, as some form of punishment – they do “rewards and punishment” signs – just like a total arshole would do, in a domestic situation. If they don't like what I did, instead of talking to me directly, they do passive aggressive signs -just like what a stupid woman would do in a domestic situation too. They are unknown to me, and are total narcissists, not to mention stupid S-T-U-P-I-D. I say above 3rd born nuisance, as such is the nature of 3rd borns in Australias (a direct result of non-thinking mothers having more than 2 kids - Although as I was watching a travel video on YouTube, this guy was talking about India, and he said in India things are as difficult as they can possibly be: every single little thing that you need to do on your itinerary: someone is going to try to make it as hard as possible. Like even just walking down the street, not possible in India without being harassed. But in India the harassment is from beggars, begging for money. This guy went on talking about his day, and all that happened, including the new phenomenon of ‘fucking things up’, so then hustler can come along and offer help, and then say pay up – a new form of theft. And oh my goodness, I was totally relating to it - it's just what the dogs do to me, as I described above, to make things difficult. Only in Australia they do it deliberately to be a nuisance, often for attention, whereas in India they do it for money, scams and hustlers - they're completely dishonest, I don't recommend going to India. So eventually the “dogs” leave, and of course it's back to normal with 4 completely vacant ‘click and collect’ bays once again. {ooooh, but no one put water in my fuel tank!! – I bet those dogs think I ought to be grateful! Ha!} They also did it last week when I was at Repco; the fat greedy girl behind the counter I didn't like my attitude (as I wanted the cheapest one), so it's like she sent the dogs in to annoy me, and they continued to harass me out side in the car park, until I had left – will not be going back there again – stupids. I should also mention: who designed that Woolworths car park? I mean they did a bad bad bad job, because Sarina is a rural area, most people who shop at Woolies, drive big SUVs and big dual cab utes - yet that car park is designed for small cars. It is most unacceptable, as there is way too much unnecessarily fiddling and manoeuvring big cars around. Possibly another reason why there's “dogs” blocking in the car park, is because they have specific instructions for ‘click and collect’, as you are to “reverse your car in so the boot is onto the footpath where the trolley can pull up” – however, my ute has a tray, so no point reversing in, no boot. Groceries sit in front or back seat. So, they could be doing a “obey my authority” thing? There's no way I'd reverse into that car park, it's just too tight. So instead of blaming me for all your car park problems, dogs get off your arse and do something about it yourself, stop expecting me to write about it and something to happen. Image from 345Projects 26. Compulsory Dancing Class for Every Year in Primary School and High School, with Proper Courtesies Incorporated I remember this boy in primary school, he had a thing for me. I remember doing our third class ‘folk dancing’, and he just came and stood next to me, like he wanted to dance with me, but he didn't say anything, he just stood right in front of me glancing away - maybe he was too scared. We did end up dancing together everyone had to be paired up. As I recall, he was quite “professional” – a good dancer for a sweaty 9-year-old. I would have said yes had he asked. He later saw me at the pool and “bombed” me. Mm You know, if you can't communicate, you have got absolutely no chance of getting the girl. Well, I can't speak for other girls, but you've got no chance of getting me. After I wrote that, I thought about it some more, I thought about how true this is of me: I don't have much tolerance for people who can't communicate, it's like if you're a “social retard” you're not welcome in my life, bad luck, see ya, have a nice life!! And then it has occurred to me the reason I have so many “social retard” problems in my life is because of this little attitude of mine - it's like they are rebelling against me {rebelling because of their way that they were raised, by their stupid bimbo mothers, and over controlling teachers: so now they just have an instinct to rebel against everything – attention all motorbikers, this is YOU too}. When they get a whiff of my secret anti-social retard attitude, they automatically rebel: I am tormented by so many people: but they never ever talk to me, they just do stupid things like yell out from afar, steal from me, stalk me, or do signs – just like what a socially retarded person would do! No wonder I get pissed off: the very opposite of would I would like: moth to flame situation, a magnet for social retards. I wonder if just writing about it, it will stop? Could I be that lucky? Lol! You know the whole reason I was single in my 20’s could be because all men are social retards who can’t communicate!! Lol. But, it would not be the reason any longer. I am fairly certain I have encounted some dam good male communicators in my time. Btw, I certainly am no genius at problem-solving. Dancing is just a fun idea that I thought of, but I know there are a lot of savvy people who could think of solutions to this problem, and they should, and they should implement them: because this is a huge problem, particularly I feel, in Australia. I don't think times have changed too much since when I was back at school. I know this because I still have socially retarded problems from young people on Facebook . I really hope that boy is married now. 27. {this one maybe else where, but was not listed in my index?} Child Rearing: Learning to remember - no more zombies please Learning to remember starts before school age, give your kids an advantage in life by special influence and proper guidance. Any little things you do with your infant, will be advantageous to them, over other kids (competition), later on in life. There are probably heaps of astute parents that may already know how to do this. But, like my parents, there’s probably a lot, that have no idea where to even begin with their young infant. (Not that I am complaining about my parents, my mum knew and did a lot of savvy things, but this area would not have been known to her). So, I will give you a quick example. Show a young child an example of 2 items, each made from 2 slightly different materials, like iron or aluminium, or say, parrots and eagles, or say, parsley and wormwood - there are endless possibilities you could use (like tree species, local insect/bird species, car models, whale posters, hobby specific items…….). Point out the differences so he/she can see the difference between each. Then shortly after that, show him other things that are also made from each material. Then shortly after that, quiz him/her about what he just learnt; so, he learns to think back to what you showed him and identifies it with the material. Not only is he learning to recall back using memory, but he’s learning to make connections between one situation and another. Plus there is the added bonus, that this is actually fun for the child -children like learning about all sorts of things, they like their parents (that is people that they love), guiding them in this manner, and giving them valuable attention, being happy and positive - not only nourishing their brain, but also providing all important emotional support, that they will carry well into adulthood. And they say in general, a lot of brain stimulation in early childhood days, makes for a smart academic thinking mind. So, no more zombies please! Photo above shows a door that I liked from a previous rental, removable decals available for under $10 28. 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 bimbo mothers?? Step up government, and make them do parenting class. Also, I want to talk about apologising, I thought I had written about this but I can't seem to find it .... And whilst writing this I had difficulties; speaking in the third person, or the first person! As I don't often make mistakes, it's usually always the other way around, I often find myself a victim. The worst thing I've ever done, I did to myself, unfortunately (the hydrochloric acid throat burn). Or if I do mess up, I find it pretty easy to apologise - it's not a big deal for me, like it seems to be for other people, it's like their worst fear, is to be wrong. Probably goes back to the class room; straight A students have this issue, whereas people who are used to failing on the exam, can handle life situations better! Lol. As a 52-year-old now, I'm fairly savvy as to human nature, and I know for a fact, that if you do the wrong thing by someone, or vice versa, they're not going to forgive you, unless you go through a whole process. (No matter what they say at face value – underneath it, they will be holding a grudge). So, obviously depending on what the mess-up was, who the person is, the whole situation - the process is going to involve different requirements. Like in some situations, a lot of grovelling maybe required, or a lot of gifts…. But always, a sincere apology is needed; you know, like face-to-face, looking them in the eye - as in, taking time out of your day to go and see the person that you have wronged, then acknowledging how you made them feel by your fuckup, - what it was like for them; completely empathising with their side of the situation, whilst expressing regret and possibly including why they did it in the first place and what they will learn from their mistakes, and not do it in the future. And, maybe repeatedly until the victim can see they are being genuine. If done properly, you will get forgiveness. Somewhere along those lines. Now I've been wronged pretty much a lot of times in my life and I can assure you at no point as anyone ever done this. As I mentioned on my blog I do get a lot of "air apologies" that is when I'm walking down the street people just verbally yell out "sorry", this has happened so much, that I have finally come to the realisation that they are actually talking to me, apologising to me in cowardly manner, too cowardly to confront me because the way that they have done the wrong thing by me, involves sneakiness, like they steal from me without me even knowing who they are, or when the interaction is etc etc and aside from stealing there are numerous other ways women attack for no reason, other than selfishness, women are particularly passive aggressive, due to being cowards. Btw, no, I still do not forgive you for stealing from me. Sometimes I feel some women deliberately continue to steal from me in order to ‘teach me a lesson’ - the really antagonistic ones, the lesson being: that I have to forgive them, and then they will stop. Well guess what, I’m not going to, ha ha, there’s not going to be any second chances if you steal from me, that’s it, I write you off - you have no more chances ever, and it serves you bloody right you bloody stupid little thief with bimbo mother. (So, this is my attitude, but I figure if some stupid bimbo comes to her senses and apologies in above explained manner, I probably would… but I would not do so just for the sake of keeping the peace. As I mentioned before – that would be like giving the thief permission and the ‘ok’ that its fine to steal from me or anyone. And actually, the fact that some idiot may be upset because I won’t forgive then for stealing from me – is quite frankly a little amusing – oh shucks, you poor thing. I have a story in regards to forgiving some young woman back in 1993 or something - I was going to put this next little story after my other story, where I mentioned women really should start paying more attention to what they're saying, because if they're not fully aware and in the present, they can say things that they don't mean, but more than that, they can say things that they're not even aware that they're saying, it's like they're being driven by somebody else because they're not paying attention - somebody else close to them, possibly a member of their family, father husband, lover, who knows .....So, recently I was reminded of this girl that I had encountered many years ago when I was living at Hornsby, we were doing some sort of course, she was in the class, I think it was essential oil (?) only vague memories of the where and when, but I remember the girl well, we had been chitchatting in class, and this girl suddenly said something really nasty to me, disrespectful (actually this happens a lot, infact, whenever I encounter anyone, it's a regular occurrence for me - people are disrespectful and mean, and I know now, are not worth it). But usually, most of them have no idea what they said to me, it's like they kind of turned into a zombie, and they're just rambling on, and then the process being really nasty. Anyway, this girl realised what she said, I probably gave her a dirty look, and she stopped, then realized what she had said. (I am known for my entertaining ‘disgust face’ tactics!) So, she then attempted to make it up for me, she said her husband is learning Shiatsu massage, she said he's quite good and would I like a free Shiatsu to help his Prac. So, I can assure you, this apology totally worked! I was all in for a massage. And followed through the next week with it. Although I was kind of young back then and I didn't really need a massage, but never mind, at least I have experienced a Shiatsu. I can tell you I certainly could use one now at age 52! Of all the zombie women l have encounted she's the only person that's attempted to make it up for me. Although I suspect there have been others who do nice things I do not know about – like the cold treatment on the wildcat. Passive apologetic manner! Now while I talk about situations that require apologies, I have noticed there are many situations which do not require an apology, but people still expect one, like their ego is so big: like if you just make an observation about them, an impersonal observation, even like in a business transaction, so not personal, - they'll go out of their way to try and find a problem with you in some way, so that they can retaliate, like they turn trivial things, into a major personal battle. It's really stupid. I would say mentally unwell reaction. I wrote this initially for FB Gunnedah group: Special story for the mothers of Gunnedah - some things are difficult to hear, sometimes, the truth is UGLY. But it applies to the mothers in all communities I have lived in. At my current address there is some mother cynt who has a child under age 10, and uses him to steal – she sends her child in to steal and yesterday to pierce my spa – women, are SO not worth anything and that was a woman I don’t even know. Total stranger, no connections, just common dog scum. The ones I know, and are good friends with, are just as bad; back in my early 20’s, my car (mums car actually), broke down in Tamworth on the Tamworth Road coming home. I had to hitchhike home!! 50km back to Gunnedah! Finally, after 15 minutes or so, some nice old lady stopped, (actually, not sure she was very nice, but she said it happened to her once, she knew what I was going through. I was certainly grateful to her). Anyway, my friend said to me later, her and her mother drove past me at Tamworth that day and saw me trying to hitchhike - and didn’t stop!! They just kept driving - a totally not very nice person. We are no longer friends. 29. Rental Girl Antics at Sarina unit Take months to fix an essential problem like ceiling fan. Replace broken front door lock with cheap easily breakable one. So not provide ANY security in crime area for 2 years. And not provide any sound proofing between units. Turn up every 3 months and take photos of all my stuff. Not provide ME access to power safety switch, then not bother switching a tripped switch back on, ALL DAY. Plus lying about when it will be done. So Ergon ought to have fixed that so I have access, but they did not. Thieves. – Apparently Said she’ll do something and then doesn’t actually do it, and you have to constantly remind her to do it. She is unbearable and condescending, such irony coming from a stupid blonde. Don’t get me started on the leaking greywater plumbing and mould and insect problem. Also stole part bond due to their shoddy construction. Btw after finally the new bad lock was put on the front door, the next morning, in my carport, all the boxes had been pushed over: I suspect whoever has been coming in and stealing my food on a nightly basis, has got the shits because suddenly they couldn’t get in, and so they’ve thrown a tantrum by picking up my boxes and throwing them around? It could be the old guy in number 10 or was that 9; he’s prone to throwing tantrums. At this point I realized this stupid rental girl does not realize all the problems that I have to endure, inregards to dogs and security (neighbourhood dogs and car hoon dogs, not to mention stalking shopgirl dogs). So, I wrote her a letter trying to explain it, whilst trying to sound as sane as I could. It was not long after that, that I was given notice, and then by chance found somewhere 50,000 times better, albeit another relocation. So I am not sure if she had something to do with this new spot, I suspect, out of guilt, it does. So I will not name her, because it really is 50,000 times better. 30. Rosey I wanted to check something in this story, when I went to look for it - it was gone. I spent two hours looking for it, on the computer, Microsoft, oh my god, search results are pathetic. But then I looked everywhere on all of my emails, which it would've been in my emails numerous times, it also would've been on Google Photos, and a few other places, but it was not there. GONE. STOLEN. So, I'm going to have to do the whole story again. It's about Rosey my cat who was kidnapped for 3 months and starved, while I was living in Melbourne. Rosey by the way, was a male cat, but he was named after my country bumpkin neighbour told me he was female! So, Rosey stuck. I said in my story ‘he was kidnapped by the will of a stupid vet’. I believe this was the offensive part and the reason why it was deleted (?). Believe it – it’s really true. No point in denying the truth computer hackers, it always reveals itself. I had taken Rosey to a vet to get a mandatory vaccination {to cut a long story short I was unable to put them in a cattery for the night when my sister's bloody flatmate said she was “allergic” to cats and refused to have my cats for the night. Lying bitch} And, on the table, the vet accused my cat of being fat and overweight (!). He clearly didn't understand my cat was a Mainecoon and Mainecoon cats are notoriously big -he was not overweight at all. Rosey was actually pretty small for Mainecoon, they can get huge, absolutely ginormous, a big build – not a fat build – complete BLIND VET. Really naïve. No idea about different cat breeds: young male idiot. However, at the time when he said it, I wasn't offended by his comment, I just said quietly to him "oh no, he's not, he’s part Mainecoon, they are big cats". I just said it in a soft voice. It wasn't condescending or antagonistic, but this guy must've had such a huge ego that ‘someone has contradicted what he says about something’ – {“well I’m the Dr and I know best”}, so it started the wheels of his evil will; I believe because of that sentence “fat”, my cat was kidnapped and STARVED by either that uneducated vet or neighbourhood stupid little people who worship “professionals” ?? One or the other? Or both?. Disgusting. I don’t remember the name of that vet in Melbourne, otherwise I would be naming and shaming them. ”Oh did you make a mistake?” Too bad!! Too late!! Can’t go back in time and THINK before you act STUPID!! Course, it may not have had anything to do with the vet after that comment….. I will include that whole story, so the following day, or the next, after the vet, Rosey, disappeared from the back yard. I put out flyers and contacted local council. And, I had a call from local council the next week, saying, ‘we know where your cat is’, they gave me an address. So, I went there, and there was a guy there, a man in his late 40’s/50’s I would say. He said that the cat had been hanging out next to his Avery. He had a large caged bird Avery in his messy unkept back yard, and he said he saw Rosey in the long grass nearby. He showed me where. Rosey must have given up trying to get the birds and slept nearby in the long knee high grass. But, he wasn't there at the moment. So, I said that I'll come back when he was there, could he could he call me? I can't actually remember the details now, as someone turned up in the middle of our conversation, and in retrospect, I think it was Cathy Goldman?? So, the whole situation was very weird, especially as the guy seemed to be one of those people that hates cats, and then when he met me, he would probably fall into the category of someone who hates women as well. I was not offensive to him, not disrespectful, but I DO NOT WORSHIP MEN, I believe he may have picked up on that and deeply resented it; most men I have discovered, like to be treated like they are some sort of God - which is really weird, because most men are complete fucking idiots – with exactly this behaviour as described below. {I guess most women like playing that game with them, indulging them, I however do not. Don't get me started how I feel about bloody women}. Anyway, I never heard from that guy, I went back up there again several times with no one home. That house was about 5km from where I was renting. So, I just don't know what happened to Rosie at all, whether he was still there, whether that guy had locked him up, or killed him. It was a very traumatic time for me. One day I was just furious about it, and I happen to be downtown, and there was a big traffic jam on road - I could see and hear people in their cars getting pissed off in the jam. And so, I'm standing there by the road watching them, all the cars pile up, and mad people, and I start to think: well, serves you right bloody Melbourne people for kidnapping my cat!! I was way more mad than how one feels in a mere traffic jam. So that night, about 730pm, I heard this loud car tyre screech out the front of my house, and about 5 seconds later, there at the back glass sliding door was Rosey! Plus, then the car could be heard hooning off. So, somebody found my cat and returned it to me. And poor Rosie was starving; he was skin and bones. He would've been gone 3 months of not eating except for what he could catch, he was a pretty good hunter, but Melbourne is full on ‘suburbia’, so hunting would be very limited. I was pleased to have him back. To say the least. But he was never quite the same, like he had been frightened whilst away. Terrorized. He had a fear response with a whistle noise, so someone was terrorizing him with whistling. That person deserves a bullet. So, I believe that guy in that house DID kidnap my cat and terrorized him. Seems to be the favourite thing for people to do; to terrorize anyone they can, and pick on animals if they have no person to pick on. An Australian stupid thing, and not restricted to men, I experience the same from women all the time, but not such an aggressive manner as this. Women are passive aggressive. But that guy was an arsehole bird keeper. He may have been in conjunction with Cathy Goldman? May or may not have? She may only have had something to do with finding out where my cat was; the dog network?? Or she was incahoots with the vet? Or incahoots with the young stupid people who were influenced by the vet?? Who knows, but there are some nasty types of people, with the common theme of stupidity. And I need to say: not all university graduates are smart, so-called professionals, may be or MAY NOT BE. As I rewrite this in 2025, I am reminded of an incident where a local doctor was disrespectful to me, and intern, later that week, I had a bunch of about 10 young people, I don't think they were kids, but young adults next door (I can give you the address if you contact me; I usually have no qualms about putting the address of perpetrators online, but in this particular case I will give away where I live if I give you my next door neighbour’s address!), so, they not only were verbally harassing me in the evenings, for about a week, by coming right down to my fense, - they had a fire going, but they turned up the heater on my veranda aquarium, and ‘cooked’ my fish – about 20 died. It's totally related to the disrespect from professional people. They copy them, or let them “set the bar” so to speak. I don't know why young people think that other people are so good? And why they think they should copy them? But ‘young and impressionable’ is more likely to be ‘young and stupid’. The whole thing is male related male stupidity. Seems women have more common sense in the area of pets. Well, that'll be something, isn't it? Life Stories 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, LSP21, LSP22,

Because I have started to name names (and more importantly photograph) the culture all the bitches that follow me around, verbally harass me and steal from me, there has been a movement of people (really more like pack of female dogs who hound me) to sabotage my internet listings. I’ve actually been banned from Google maps reviews, ebay marketplace (how communistic) Facebook, Ravelry, Flickr and Spnflwer, and Gumtree COWARDS. LIFE STORIES P1 View this spring 2017 from kitchen window I love My Garden I Love My Grden June 1982, Bones & Biemans at Holwood, Piallaway, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia Backyard flying trapeze set up to teach kids how to fly through life 3. June 1982, Bones & Biemans at Holwood, Piallaway, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia This is the house at Piallaway near Gunnedah, New South Wales, Australia, where I had my childhood. I absolutely loved this house and growing up on the farm (“Holwood”) We moved here from Tamworth, where we had our family house at Limbri, on the market, and we stayed in this Holwood house until that Limbri house sold -which was 5 years! 5 years, can you believe it - no one wanted to live on acreage at that point! And we rented this house from a wonderful family who lived next door across the paddocks, at “Clifton”. We were often over at their place playing with their kids and swimming in their salt water pool. They had horses! Occasionally the farmer would slaughter a beast and give our family plenty of cuts- can you believe that? What a landlord, they don’t make them like that anymore!! While we were living on that farm, in Australia we still had cracker night. A time when you lit a big bonfire, and set off fireworks. You could buy them at the local shops, the newsagency sold them if I recall, it was a long time ago. Apparently, too many careless Australian bogans were setting off firecrackers and injuring themselves, and so they ban it. But, it was awesome, every year for a couple of weeks prior, the farmer landlord would collect logs and branches with his tractor and pile them at least 4m high, in a big bonfire. (Now I've definitely written this story before goodness knows what happened to it - not on my PC). I loved watching all the fireworks go off, dad and Prue would buy heaps, my favourite was the little parachute one; after it went off, it dropped a parachute, and we'd all race and get the parachute.... Such happy memories. Oh and the sparklers, weren't they fun! Too bad about the careless Bogans, they ruin everything. In this photo our cousins were staying (the Bones), that’s me in the red parker standing next to dad. My room was on the very corner of the house, you can see my double doors on the veranda in the photo. By the way, both my parents were from Sydney. I was born in Sydney, at mum‘s hospital where she worked as a nurse, Sydney Royal North Shore Hospital. When I was 2yrs old, mum decided that she wanted to raise her family in the ‘clean country air’. Dad got a job with the Department of Education and so we packed up and moved to Limbri. When I was seven mum had met a lot of friends who were actually from Gunnedah, the next town over from Tamworth, so she asked dad to put in a transfer to move to Gunnedah Dep of Agriculture, he was successful, and we packed up and moved to Gunnedah, where they stayed for the remainder of their life, living happily, ever after so to speak. They both loved Gunnedah. 5. A childhood most people would kill for (and photo of Dad’s 1970’s Morris Mini Moke!) I didn’t know it at the time but I had a childhood that some people would kill for. Having a happy and carefree childhood, with both loving parents (yin/yang) sets you up for the rest of your life, in a positive mindset and with inner assurance, happiness and confidence. (Unfortunately, I had 3 or 4 rotten teachers along the way [home school is the way to go]) but all in all, the happy childhood shines through, to get you through life‘s trials and tribulations. There is a slight trade-off, of having a happy childhood; there’s a certain personality type who didn’t have a happy childhood, and, or, who had a power tripping father; and who can recognise it in you, and they immediately hate you, they hate seeing anyone happy or confident. They have chips on their shoulder. (Those people also hate seeing a pet well cared for too, it is instant subconscious jealousy). Men in particular have a problem with confident women, whereas I find a lot of women hate other women who are happy, especially if they’re not married. I’ve mentioned before that one thing that is needed to keep a marriage going well, is an effort to show respect towards your partner, I feel it’s the same with children too - we all had quite a lot of respect in our family, my parents were respectful towards me, for the most part, and vice versa. I will give you an example here, I’m pretty sure I’ve already written about this but it was deleted, so I’m writing it again. My dad used to collect our mail every day after he finished work from the letterbox at the front of the house, no one else really paid any attention to the mail (no such thing as online shopping back then) But if any of us did receive a letter, on the rare occasion, then dad would seek us out and personally hand-deliver the letter to us. I just thought this was normal behaviour, but as I have since lived in various situations and locations, and have come across various people, I have realised that this is an area where there is a fundamental lack of respect within families. Often one person dominates the family and opens any mail to anyone addressed within the household. GUESS WHAT if it’s not addressed to you then you shouldn’t be opening it, regardless of who you are, and by the way, it is actually a crime to open somebody else’s mail, this includes within the family, obviously unless you’re a carer for an incapacitated person. But more to the point it is just disrespectful and unempowering. This area also crosses over to phone messages, taking phone messages, and giving phone messages. I’ve noticed there are some people who just don’t know how to do this basic courtesy, and it all comes down to a lack of respect for somebody else, because they haven’t learnt how to be respectful in their family growing up. I guess lack of empathy too. Back to our family, Dad always cleaned up after himself too, but I don’t think I ever saw him with a vacuum, the traditional role of housewife and bread maker, prevailed, but he never left mess for her, and often cleaned the kitchen; as I wrote before (actually I think it was stolen, but, every night after mum cooked the family meal, he would do the washing up, even when I started to learn to cook, and left huge messes in the kitchen, he would still clean the kitchen up (what a dad!) – we all gave him the nickname of the dick-washer! (His name was a Richard, but everyone called him Dick! He liked doing it, as he could spend a couple of hrs every night on his own, and swoosh back half a bottle of wine. And honesty was big, there were no lies, no one had any need to lie, ever. I’ve actually been told most women were jealous of my father. I can only suppose it was because, you know, back in his day, in the 50s, he was a swing dancer, master of the Lindy hop!! Lol, plus, you know, he never ‘hooned’ while driving, not even a little bit at the lights when they change, very responsible. You know, he took out health insurance for the whole family (only since none of us were sickly it was never used, although, even after all the kids left home, and they were no longer listed on the health plan, dad kept it for himself and mum, but when dad got sick (pancreatic cancer in his early 70’s) - do you think the health provider took care of him? After what, 50yrs of paying regular health insurance, they did NOT look after him, it was not for a couple of weeks of waiting around in pain in Sydney, when finally, one of the nurses noted he had private health insurance, so then he was taken and operated on, with an operation extending his life, giving him another 6mnths or so to live (pancreatic cancer is fatal). Anyway, back to my father hero story, as I’m old and wise now I know a lot of men aren’t like this at all, they’re bullies who don’t know how to live and be happy and raise a child. I hate those fathers because it is their daughters that I encounter on a daily basis and that I have to take to combat because of their dysfunction. So, shape up Australian parents, you’ve got a long way to go. All the siblings have grown up and gone their separate ways - and have been somewhat disappointing in my opinion. I’m not sure how we can be so different but perhaps it was schooling, we each went to a different secondary school. I recall my sister being given a choice when she was 10, if she wanted to go to the same boarding school as me, she said, she noted a change in me, for the worse, and so DID NOT want to go to that school!! So, she went to the local Catholic school. {I believe I did change too; I went from a happy loving environment into a bitch environment; not good for anyone let alone 11-year-old little girl}. Then after Daniel had some difficulties at Tas, he did his final 2 yrs at the local high school where he was much happier, (mum and dad installed a small punching bag and a big boxing bag for him, so he too could learn to fight – I tell you, fairytale childhoods!) so Tomas followed suit at the local high school too. We have different morals and values. Some items were stolen when they were around, if it wasn’t them, it was someone trying to make it look like them. (Never underestimates DOGS) But I know they’re certainly very disrespectful towards me, they cannot handle the fact that I’m not married -just like them (a common theme in Australia, everyone wants to be the same as everyone else). Well not me! And they certainly can’t handle the dogs that follow me around. When Daniel and Sherry got married, I was excluded from wedding cake, and Daniels, big boob wife gave me dog soap for xmas - I do not have a dog. My sisters main aim was to play sides with everyone I encounted, and now, stupid dogs from TV, copy her, like popular American celebs who (don’t they have anything better to concern themselves with, other than my family and I). After dad died it was a bit of a case of ‘when the cats away the mice will play’. I certainly don’t want anything to do with them, it’s better for my health, not only my mental health, but physical health, you know when a sibling wants something they can be very wilful, even if they want you gone. Although mine are far more easily manipulated by other dogs who want to play sides too. Btw, all my siblings are considered ‘fully functioning’ and are “comfortable”, so when you read my blog and you see the photo of this Mini Moke, which represents ‘fun and freedom’ from the 70s, don’t get the wrong idea about my parents; parenting without an Ironfist, is the only way to parent as far as I am concerned. It’s just I am a little different than most, and society is not yet quite fully equipped for me. At least I have fond happy childhood memories of everyone. I remember the last Christmas we were all together, quite some time ago when dad was still alive and he paid for all the food. I specifically remember it because, as per usual I was doing all the cooking, and that year would've been the hottest day that I was aware of, I checked the temperature gauge, it was 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and it was 44°C - in the shade. My feet had swollen up from the heat so much so, that I could no longer wear my shoes, so I had been in the kitchen cooking with no shoes, by the end of that day I was in some pain, and that was the end for me, of any more hot Christmas lunches with the hot ovens going. {Albeit, I do remember the food that year was delicious!} – I also wrote about the hottest day, in 2020, on my blog, but could not find it – gone. The photo next to that one is another shot of the 6. Holwood house near Currabubula, with the car! Ford Falcon , the trusted family car. In 1983 dad won the lottery on the scratchies, (!!) what did he do; bought a ford falcon, and sent me to private boarding school. We rocked up to my school in that car, - not that I really was paying too much attention then, but later, so it seems, (I have the gift of seeing now what I couldn’t see back then) - then, I wasn’t into cars in anyway, nor was I into the monetary value of such things, but apparently some young 11yr old girls are (I hate to think what their family life was like, yuk and superficial). So those few year 7 girls noticed my car and assumed our family was really poor, (!) and I was there on some sort of charity case. Most of the cars that were parked in that year 7 carpark on the first day were Volvos, Mercedes, and new modern cars, none of them certainly had any dust on them from driving on muddy dirty roads like ours! (even though it was a school full of famers daughters!). Farmers had ‘town cars’. By the way, I enrolled to go horse riding, and spent 4 years horse riding, each term, I felt I was lucky to do this, although the cost of it wasn’t that great in my opinion, if I recall, about $120 a term and there were 3 terms a year. (Owning a horse would have worked out to be far greater) And I could really do as much horse riding as I wished after school and on the weekends, - I got my bang for my buck! And anyway, I put it down to my parents being able to afford horse riding, because they didn’t waste money on expensive cars. A lot of girls with expensive cars couldn’t afford to go horse riding, and were jealous. (I’m from a family who has common sense, well at least dad did anyway, that’s where I get it from!! Mum – 4 kids, actually she wanted 5 – total nutter!! I actually believe that fact that they could send me away was a bit of a relief for mum, as it was one less to look after, not that she would have agreed. But, as a sidebar, if it were not for mums 4th born, our family house would’ve burnt down back in 1986! You see when Tomas was born, as there was such a large gap between him and everyone else, everyone just loved him, everyone thought he was the cutest little toddler ever, he used to make everyone laugh with joy! He really had ‘carte blanche’, and did whatever he pleased - for example, mum had a rule that at dinner times, everyone was to sit at the kitchen table for the whole duration of the meal until everyone had finished – ‘family time’, she was really strict about it. But Tomas, well, this rule seemed not to apply to him, he could wander around and do as he felt needed! I guess in retrospect he may have been a little brat! Actually, I don't remember him being a brat when he was young - too cute, but when he was older, 18, he definitely was! Rude and disrespectful in my opinion! And, I am aware that this ‘carte blanche’ can cause mental health problems in some people when they're older, because they never learnt discipline, and how, not to “have their own way” all the time, when they were young. So, they were never given the chance to throw that tantrum when they were 2yrs old, as parents never wanted to see them cry. So, anyway, this one night he had wandered off, and he returned back to me at the table, and took my hand and said “come e-lily, come” (he could not yet pronounce Emily). He insisted, but as, I had not been giving the gift of ‘carte blanche’ I was somewhat reluctant, but he persisted. He took me into the living room that had a fire blazing, “look” he said “pretty e-lily, pretty” - and there I saw, a HUGE burning blazing red ember log, had rolled out onto mums thick woollen handmade rug below the fireplace and was smouldering away in that wool, getting ready to burn the whole timber federation house down. Tomas, must have remembered and knew about my loud scream, thus I suspect why I was chosen – not to mention the prettiness! I do like pretty things! And soon after my scream, dad was there to rescue the house and put the log back. I should mention that rug, was one of those long shag pile rugs that you make with a latch Hook and place each individual length of 12cm long wool yarn into the base rug. We would all tease mum about making it, because the rug was about 4m x 5m, and we didn't think there was any chance she would get it finished, and she used to give us each a latch Hook and ask us to help her! After about 40cm across, she realised it was too big, so she gave up and folded the unfinished rug bit under the part that was done, and put it in front of the fireplace! Lol. Also it would've been probably a few weeks before this incident, when I was going through a ‘Can-Can’ phase, I might've been 12 or 13, I can't exactly remember my age, but I was doing the Can-Can in the kitchen, I was seeing how high I could get my leg, and I got it so high, that I fell straight down on my butt, it bloody hurt, I let out a huge scream, and little Tomas was in the next room, and he would have heard just exactly how loud my screen is Lol! Actually, here's a good spot to mention; in our family, everyone was involved with their own situation, as in, their own individual lives, everyone was busy, and we all had friends, and a lot of ‘life’, going on outside the family unit. So, no one was really too preoccupied at any time, with what somebody else was doing. I mentioned that, because it seems that there are many people who don't know what this is like, they seem to be so far removed from themselves, that they can only concern themselves with what other people are doing. So, for those people that form obsessions with other people, (unhealthy obsessions), I blame their parents for not encouraging them to be active and involved in the community as kids. This is where all the leeches were! 7. The Leech Story - the above photo shows where t he leeches were! Cockburn River at Limbri - such happy memories of picnicking, well barbecuing, b y the river, as a young family. The house was about 500m up the road from that spot. I want to share a little story, as recently I was trapped by certain bullies of society and this story is for them. When I was a little girl I was fortunate enough to live on a farm that had a river running alongside it. One weekend we were down there as a family swimming -the thing with this river, is there were giant leeches all along the shoreline, and you had to swim out to where it was flowing quite fast if you didn’t want to get eaten by leeches. And me, being a little girl, wasn’t too pleased with this arrangement and one time when everyone was out the middle of the river swimming and I was still on the shoreline, I saw 2 of these huge big fat leeches (there about 12cm long) and so I kind of trapped them by building a little circle out of rocks and dirt, they couldn’t get out, they were just swimming round and round. So we left and that was the end of that, it was a distant memory, only some years later at school, on an outward bound excursion, we had been walking quite a lot, and we found ourselves sitting down in the forest resting, and all of a sudden this huge giant leach jumped onto the crotch of my jeans and was wriggling about in a very menacing manner - all the girls screamed, including me. Lucky one levelheaded girl emerged and removed it for me. So I believe this leach ‘leached’ onto me purely as a result of trapping those two leeches many years before. Such is life and the way it works. Watch out SM. The photo next to that is our Bieman family from 1988, we were in Sydney on holidays staying with Grandma Bieman; 8. Bieman Family 1988 with Story to try and Tackle ‘Quality Inhibited’ parenting in Australia The older I get, the more I figure how naive my family, and most families are, about certain fundamentals. (As savvy as my parents were). Countless times I’ve observed parents (actually not thinking of mine here) berating their child to me, because they might be embarrassed about them in front of someone else, and by berating, I mean, putting down, implying that their child is stupid or inadequate, and hopeless, behind the child’s back. They do it in the hopes that the other person (me) doesn’t think this, before they say so. This comes from a place of fear, basically their own personal fears of inadequacies (which they probably are anyway), and so this is inevitably projected onto their child. This is really wrong, I can’t believe so many Australian parents do it. Have some family pride, learn pride, teach pride to your kids. You have to try and raise kids that aren’t hopeless, that’s your aim as a parent. It’s your job to do so. Also, the importance of discussions (and I am thinking of my family here), discussions with your kids about ‘bad’ things that happen in life, is important – if it happened to you, chances are, it will happen to 1 of your kids, that’s how it works. Encourage discussions. If you get an opportunity to tell your child an ’honest-truth’, take it, relish it. Lying does not protect your child, get gritty and grimy. Also discuss money, how much money the family is earning, talk about the family budget, really teach kids about money from an early age, and personal finances, private family money matters, and why they can’t spend money on toys all the time, or talk about finances to their friends. Friend jealousy. One more family thing: just a thought, parents who raise their kids to be sent away, out of their childhood community, lose in my opinion. As there is more of a chance that launching their career within the community where they were raised, will result in happier souls with a sense of place and community. My parents sent 2 of my siblings off for 12 months on exchange in high school, one went to Finland the other went to Canada, and well, neither of them had anything negative to say about the experience, but I personally believe it’s not a good idea to send your child away anywhere - a child needs its family for various reasons one of those reasons is protection against unseen forces. The metaphysical world. The world that you can sometimes see portrayed in the art world. Those real human ‘forces’ can see someone that doesn’t have their family support around them, and will go on the passive aggressive attack, just because they can. I know as an adult I have experienced such situations, so I know the importance of keeping your child protected. Some people believe this is a religious thing, like if the child is “confirmed” then he she will be protected anyway. And, having now witnessed many different family situations. I can’t tell you how fortunate it was as a child, to not have a broken family, to have stability and not have people coming and going all the time, knowing that when I got home from school, mum would be there getting dinner underway, and dad would be home later. That kind of security I had growing up, enables a strong sense of self, and inner assurance. Also, if someone is attacking you (not a family member) but a bully, if they’re slandering you, telling you you’re crazy and or stupid, whatever, they are not only having a go at you, but they are having a go at your whole family, as you’re all related with the same DNA, you think similarly. My family and many families I’ve met, don’t get the whole concept of ‘you’re from the same place, therefore you’re on the same side, and you have to stick together, have one another’s back so to speak, in order to win FAIRLY in life. (Same with a childless couple - you’re on the same side). I put FAIRLY in capital letters, as unfortunatly I have seen many people try to win unfairly. Stupid thieves. Anyway, I’ve come to the conclusion that if you don’t get this, you’re UNWISE, and you need to rethink your whole thought process. Note in the photo in the bottom right corner, there, lying on the grass is a Listerine bottle, I had to laugh when I saw it – Dad used to rinse his mouth every day with Listerine, he never had to go to the dentist ever!! So much a part of daily life, it somehow got caught in the shot!!! Dad btw, worked as an accountant for the big mental institution in Sydney near Balmain (not sure of exact time, but probably around the 1960s) At the time he was there, there was a big political uproar as stories were coming to light of all of the atrocities and abuse of power that goes on in institutions, particularly a mental health one. {Its ALL about punishment (and still is – the Australian police cannot lock me up so the give me fake speeding tickets 3x$500 – punishment for “name calling” – idiots.)}. So, dad was the inadvertent fly on the wall – NOT a spy or informant. The Institute was closed down and my father found a job in the Department of Education, and then a few years later the Department of Agriculture. It's a little ironic, and reassuring that dad played a somewhat small but important role in the closing down of those disgusting mental health institutions. Our family just doesn't like them: they are cruel and unfair. Lol. And ha ha corrupt power tripping police in Queensland. I wanted to mention dad, because I've had major problems with people stealing from me as you know from reading this blog, and one thing I've noticed, these girls think that I'm really rich, "I'm repeatedly hearing it, especially between 2020 and 2023, and before at Rangari "oh you’re really rich" it's like a dog call, those bimbos on television the ones on Netflix who steal from me I believe, it's one of the main reasons they steal from me without any qualms, they think rich people deserve to be stolen from, since the bimbo dogs are poor, (obviously they're stupid). And it's a little bizarre why they would think I am rich, since I haven't been working full-time since 1999 (if you don't work you don't have any money - der fred!). So, then I thought these stupid dogs maybe thought dad was really rich? So, I want to mention what dad did for a living; he had a government job as an accountant. He was not a business tycoon. Lol. He used to collect stamps. He became the manager of his division after 20 years or so. He died with 1 house that still had a mortgage. The last photo across that row shows a 'roof' shot of my much loved front yard at Rangari, in 2017, with my HUGE vege patch and Fruit Tree strips; 9. Stolen Garden So, the farm where I had been living for 10 years, was tragically sold by my landlord, David and Brenda Heywood, to my neighbour Steve and Sophie Carter, who already owned a large station at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW. And I was asked to leave, as Sophie (formerly Sophie Powell – starting to see yet? - Well actually, no you probably can’t see - I’ve only just remembered that Sophie‘s maiden name is Powell (2021), she, and Charlotte Powell, and Amy Powell, would all be related. And Amy Powell was in my year, and if you read my “school bully” story, Amy has a starring role. I’m not going to repeat what I wrote, but to cut a long story short, the bullying had nothing to do with me. I didn’t know anything about the bullying that was going on. But Amy must have, I’m thinking, has gone and whinged to her older relatives Sophie and Charlotte, about me, and they possibly have been responsible for a lot of harassment, that I have encountered. I mean, I have no idea actually what Charlotte Powell looks like, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t of even known what Sophie Powell looked like had not seen her on that day when she came by and told me that she could fit a family in my house, (not that she had a family lined up) so there’s probably a whole heap of other revolting situations that this family has inflicted, that I do not know about - looks to me they are a whole bullying family. And I guess the only thing I have to say here is; get screwed, get a life, leave me the hell alone, you little dogs. (It was only a letter get a grip wussies, written by a little girl in yr 7, and involved mere name-calling, who cares, why would you follow someone around and hate on them for thinking they did it? You are ALL nuts) Anyway, back to the story; so, Sophie, said they wanted to put family in the house, (what a naive attitude, she is a blonde, a fake blonde) and Steve said he wanted a farmhand to live there. (The real reason was pure Shameful Australian Gardening Jealousy - There is a phenomenon called “Gold Star Dog Problem” I will explain - I finally put this together when I realized I had little dogs who are jealous of my clothes, my weight, even the way I speak. And they try to sabotage, (women are jealous of everything - they are disgusting) They also try to sabotage my fabric designs, and any other item of good quality, sometimes they even swap item over for poorer quality and don't think that I will notice like the quality cocoa from America and premium petrol for the mower. It's a “Gold Star Dog” problem, that is taught by primary school teachers who brainwash them into believing that if a person is not of a certain standard, then they are not deserving of anything good, like the gold star in 5th class - So these little girls apply the same principle in adult life, but substituting the gold stars for good quality items or lifestyle, they just love playing 'teacher'. They are completely STUPID. (My home and business that I had put 10yrs backbreaking work into was ‘stolen’ from me for this reason. 2018) - Related: This is what happens in my life: every time I walk in front of a crowded open street café, I would have some girl yell out in an abusive aggressive insulting manner at me, this happens every single time I walk past a café, every time, no matter what part of Australia – even in the café at Bunnings – just minding my own business shopping, walking past the café - DOGS !! Oh, I had some dog in Hollywood,(2025) try to tell me that it was just women laughing, as women do in a restaurant situation. And that I was, you know, reacting in a ‘mentally unhealthy’ way. So fuck you - you stupid dog. This is not the case at all, and who the hell do you think you are? If I say I have some girl yelling out at me in an “abusive and aggressive manner” then that's what happened. Take your “trying to save the stupid dogs” - embarrassing and shameful narcissism and shove it up your arse. And yes, for many years, you have been WRONG. At one point you will have to admit it. (stupids). Anyway, I was devastated, (still am several yrs later) as I had planted 1000’s of trees, shrubs, herbs, veges and fruit trees, possibly 10’s of 1000’s, I found a real passion for nature, especially the native flowers. I had planted so many native plants, that I was able to collect the seed and sell it online as a business “Farm Plants and Seeds” (today, if I were still there, I would be rich! all my hard work brought to fruition, there is a huge demand, especially for edible plants, covid19 times, everyone has cash to spend on gardening. I also put solar panels on the roof and built an above ground lap pool to sort out my 3 slipped discs in my back (not to mention exercise) And, not to mention the chook yard, sheds, fences, fruit fly tunnels, shade house, landscaping, etc., etc. I mean, I buried 3 of my cats under 3 orange trees. Just many hrs of hard work that was only possible for a genuine love of the land. (Btw, after I was asked to leave by David and Brenda, David told me, that he had tried to give me ‘hints’ that I would have to leave, as obviously if I had of known, I would not have spent $38000 on a pool and solar panels – David was still yet 15yrs away from retirement age, I did not know he was going to sell to Carters in 2018, and I did not know that he knew the Carters would want my house vacant. –I’m thinking to myself “what bloody hints?” what an idiot giving me “hints” YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY SAY IT. YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY SAY IT. I truly can’t believe how unthinking people are! So, my garden, my livelihood and most importantly, my food /good health has been stolen out of pure jealousy. So, in this little story, I am trying portray how angry I was back then, about being thrown out, and still somewhat are. All those people involved in my ‘casting out’ of Gunnedah ought to be truly ashamed of yourselves, and bad things will happen to you, you’d better be prepared. BTW, I watched Steve Carter, as he suddenly kept coming around to my house, this was before he purchased the farm, before I knew he was going to purchase it (but he knew) - and he knew deep down (somewhere in that brain of his), he could not just kick someone out of their home, so I watched him come up with all sorts of reasons why he should, picking fights with me over nothing. I listened to jealous dogs manipulate him, assuming the worst…...Olivia Newton-John, Maggie Bear and Bette Midler had something to do with the brainwashing too. Aswell as the show ‘Insight’ – For some reason I had dogs on SBS, they got all the farmers wives in Gunnedah to hurtle abuse at me, not really sure what the point was. I’m guessing jealousy, (that is the typical underlying issue that concerns other women when it comes to me); about where I was living, I struck gold. That women who hosts, is quite nice, a female with commonsense, but easily manipulated same as everyone else. I do feel there was a most deliberate push to get me kicked out of my home there at Rangari. Dogs brain washing Steve Carter. Stupid fucking dogs, how dare they not even ask me what I wanted. Stupid fucking women, so fucking hopeless I can’t believe it. I have come to the realization that it was Jessica White, responsible for that SBS thing, she is friends with some of the girls I saw on that show. Jessica is the one who helped turn my tooth black, along with Gina Burn - trying to convince people I was on drugs – Major bullying going on in Gunnedah. Btw, I do not really know Jessica White, I don’t believe we spoke ever at school, nor Gina Burn? Both their sisters were in my year, neither were enemies in any way. Stupid dogs. But I do feel there was a most deliberate push to get me kicked out of my home there at Rangari. Stupid dogs, how dare they not even ask me what I wanted. Stupid women, so fucking evil, I can’t believe it. So, Steve Carter reckons he was making all the decisions! Ha! The only positive part of my eviction was that I would not have the Carters as my landlord, as Steve Carter is a typical power tripping bully misogynist (that whole family is, and I have a NO BULLIES rule in my life, even though after I received the 3mnths notice letter from Heywood’s, I phoned Steve Carter to see if I could stay; all that work I had done, I was not about to give it up – I told him I was an excellent tenant who always paid my rent on due date, but he said no) I guess living somewhere slightly warmer is better too, because of my virus situation. Plus, I could leave the petty thievers behind -or so I thought, they are still stealing from me up here in QLD too (retailers follow me home). There was a mass thieving problem in Gunnedah, all retailers stealing from me, especially Bunnings (major petty theft criminal network working out of their stores, but goes back to Harvey Norman 15yrs ago who ripped me off $2200 on a Chair, I am pretty sure the sales girl was incahoots with my little sister Penny Bieman, - my family is fucked too) whenever there is a girl at the shop, I get ripped off by that shop. (Guess what, you cannot use me for your personal power tripping, having a bad day? DON’T TAKE IT OUT ON ME) I should mention – that ‘girl’ factor, that still happens now in 2021 at Gin Gin, if the ‘girl’ is there then they will not fix my sewing machine (had to throw it out ($1000 worth) will not treat me at the Dr’s (literally have to go elsewhere), heaps, 100’s now, of other examples I could mention. I do not know this evil girl – I do not know how those bimbo shop owners/receptionists could allow some evil girl in, to dictate what customers they can or cannot have? That girl needs to be severely fined. I think that girl must be from TV industry – those people are worshipped. And whenever I try to leave a review and mention this stupid blonde bimbo who has been “placed” in the shop to try and steal from me; my reviews get rejected from Google Maps. For some reason, staff on Google Maps do not want to admit that there is literally a blonde bimbo following me around stealing from me, they think it's “crazy”. I can assure you this stupid blonde bimbo is very very real (and yes, it is always a blonde – but not always the same one. The dogs are doing a “blonde” thing. They think they are funny. I'm trying to do something about their bullying ways, but Google are trying to pretend a part of life doesn't happen. (Could be organized by Google?? IT nerd problem?? – this would be something stupid they would do. "We want to talk about stupid blondes"} Admin people on Google Maps; you are stupid. {Apparently the one Google staff who is obsessed with me and deleting all my reviews, even if I create a different account, is black a “black bitch” I was in informed – yeeeah I’m sure.} I was also informed, they "insert" thieving stupid blondes, because they want me to "live in fear". Well you stupid little blondes, your plan has backfired. And how typical of a stupid blonde to come up with such a cockaninnie plan: you are stupid, you are thieves: go fuck yourselves. Oh, there’s that song stuck in my head again, it goes, “fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off…”. 10 Years of gardening in my Garden at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW 11. I spent a lot of time horseriding in my youth, I loved it. This is a photo of me on a horse at a riding school (if you could call it that) in Tamworth near Kootingal. It was more like ‘grab a horse and let’s go for a ride in the mountains’ !! it was great fun- that riding school knew how to live life. I miss riding. 12. Travelled twice in 30yrs - Travel sickness So basically, in the past 30 years I’ve only travelled twice, once to Port Douglas for my brother’s wedding, and once to Sydney, and both those times I got sick, and both of those times I believe it was a deliberate attack on me. In Cairns it was a girl outside my Thala hotel room where the air con was – pacing up and down for hrs, very suspicious {such stupidity outside?}. The other was in Sydney at Mount Annan gardens, those BOYS in black hanging around my car, again highly suspicious (read my Persecution at Australian Botanic Garden Mount Annan photo story). I feel it worth mentioning - there is truly an element of evil out there who know about the weakening affect that a virus has on a person’s immune, and it’s a big handicap if you have a virus in your body - it has to fight it, constantly weakening you. (Or stupid dogs who spit in peoples food do not know about the contamination factor (spitting in food is a problem in this country, after hearing many chef stories in my time, you would never eat out again, ever, if you knew). Other people are disgusting. I did travel to Melbourne in 2006 - I moved there for a very brief time for 3 months, and in that time, I did not get sick, so that’s something. It seems I have the stupid bimbos who are hung up on class, follow me around, if I travel for a holiday - I have them on my back, as they do not consider me worthy of having a holiday, and so follow me around and persecute me and try to make me sick, give me a virus – they can do it – BUT STILL STUPID, STUPID MENTALITY. Why I get picked on when I travel is an issue those perps will have to take up with God (seriously, take it up with God, it’s no good trying to exact revenge on someone when they don’t even know what you stupid issue is). Get a brain and start praying. Also, I have noted there are certain sectors of society who know what’s going on with me, and if those people are ever present whenever I go anywhere the dogs who hound me, skedaddle. I’m not entirely sure who those people are, maybe they’re just people of importance, in the right spot at the right time, because most dogs are revolting if they think no one is watching (they steal mainly). Newsflash, someone is always watching. BTW, one of the reasons I never go anywhere is because I have dogs that follow me around, and harass me, when I travel, again I think Cathy Goldman is behind it - rack off you stupid psycho dog (I think she rounds up anyone who has crossed my path, ever, and brings them along with herself to follow me on my trip, I am certain I saw her with at least 50 young girls when I was in Port Douglas, for my brother’s wedding). What is wrong with her? She belongs in jail. Thieving dogs. Go on your own goddam holiday. I’ve also noticed, if I go out for a day trip or a morning trip somewhere, like across to the nearest big city, or as I’ve moved to Queensland, I can drive over to the beach; I’m pretty sure I have seen my neighbours follow me, it’s very odd, they don’t actually approach or interact with me. They just follow me. When I visited Moore Park Beach once, instead of the typical empty beach, there were at least 20 people there, all just staring at me, one tried to steal a necklace from my bag, and one hissed at me. (! – that could have been a snake?) The last outing, to the local beach up here, I had at least 12 people follow me to this really remote and quiet alcove (on a Wednesday morning); it’s really unbearable to have people follow me like this wherever I go. Don’t they have anything better to do? Why would they think I would want their company - or at any rate, want someone watching me from afar? As they don’t usually bother interacting. Total perverts. I mean what’s wrong with them? Don’t they have any common sense in this area, or are they just so arrogant, that they think it’s fine, following some woman around? Someone told me it was politicians following me around, someone else told me it was just arseholes wanting to catch me in an unguarded moment, to try to humiliate me on camera. Someone else said it was Centrelink staff, or people who think anyone receiving any Centrelink payment, ought not be allowed to go anywhere. {Such stupid people; as if they have a say in where I go; so arrogant - anyone else who thinks that they have the right to tell me what to do in life, or where to go/ where not to go, is beyond stupid.} I have always thought it was the ‘dog network’. Anyway, who knows really what their motives, I have no idea why they would follow me around. But I hate it. It’s not like I’m famous or anything, maybe you would expect a famous actress or singer to be followed around. But even then, that behaviour is really quite absurd and certainly, I’m sure, it would be unwanted. It’s total uninvited, unsought, unasked for, uncalled for, unrequested, undemanded, not required, unprompted, unwelcome, condescending, antagonistic behaviour. After writing this, they still do it – everywhere I go. Also, I’ve noticed a pattern that goes on, hard to explain, but there’s a bit, then another bit, then there’s a big commotion! like a plane will go over, and cars hoon past. Or a boat and a plane and a helicopter, plus car revving….. car hooning, motorbikes hooning, sometimes verbal harassment. I am not going to explain anymore, it’s too tedious, plus I really usually have no idea why there is such a commotion. But stalker narcissism related. You know, if I do not do what you like, and since you never told me what you expected, then it you have only yourselves to blame. There is no point ‘sending in the dogs’. Repco, stop sending in the dogs. I don’t have extreme amounts of money to spend in your shop, deal with it. Such absurdity, and childish tantrums. What do they want, the perfect customer all the time – one who is a millionaire! It seems to me retailers have got some major control issues; why would you want to control me? We do not know each other, we’re not married, we have NO RELATIONSHIP at all – and as a result, you do not get a say in my life. (Just by the by, I would never tolerate such imbecile of childish nature in my life, – only a sucker would. You might want to stop after 2). It’s like I have to remember in the future to NOT start my day until 3PM, if I want to go out somewhere, in peace and quiet. When I was at cairns for my brother’s wedding, I went to a national park spot which was a creek with rapids and clear water – but it was so unbearable, because there were so many people, 100’s IF NOT 1000’S, in this beautiful pristine spot – RUINING IT. (I don’t believe related to me, just tourists, except for the dog there that yelled out at me as I walked past, quite typical at this point in my life – surprised there was no food – just water!!). There are too many people in this world already. Also, if there is no prospect of ever owing your own home (read below HOPE), or no prospect of travelling, then, what exactly is the point of working for some rich dick with a bunch of stupid bully bitches in the work place? Come on, tell me? {Since I put this in, they increased rents, so a home loan is now cheaper than the cheapest rent option, but TOO LATE.} Possibly older girls in that girl Wainberg’s year stalking me? (If this is true, talk about an unhealthy obsession. And, it’s not like I feed them! You know, like stray cats. This reminds me of this little story; I noticed when I think about myself, and conjure up an image in my mind, I often imagine myself as I once looked when I was 18, that is, in a slim trim and ‘the beauty of youth’ way, I no longer look like this at all, (approaching 50), but yet I still imagine that tight little butt, with hardly any fat!! Quite different to the reality of what my butt looks like now! J - It’s just a harmless, positive wishful thinking way of thinking, I guess! But I notice with women, like the above mentioned, this is what they do when they think of themselves, and their personality and their nature, they think they are someone really good and just, without any flaws, dysfunction or biases. They don’t know, they can’t see, their own dysfunction. Like these girls following me around trying to play God - this is a major dysfunction. WAKE UP. I am also fairly sure, those girls, not only steal from me literally, but they steal buying ‘opportunities’, like, things that I see advertised, like specials, at the supermarket, or eBay bids, they swoop in and buy before I get a chance, if there’s something I want I never win, there’s always some rich person who wants to beat me? {This was before when I was living at Rangari and not banned from ebay at that point}. But I think they still do it; aswell if I note some product is really good, or on sale, and has been for several months, as soon as I see it, suddenly it goes, again before I get a chance to purchase. ANNOYING Oh, I just remembered, I also drove over to Coffs Harbour in 2005, it’s only 4 hours from Gunnedah. I stayed in a shack holiday house in the forest. I took my four cats. I visited a Butterfly sanctuary and I went snorkelling, it was still tremendous - it was the middle of winter and the water was freezing, but I didn’t get sick (this was pre-initial virus). It was a memorable weekend. Rosey ran away into to forest (Norwegian Forest Cat) I had to stay another night! Well, if I must. I think the dogs tried to gain entrance with owner of shack holiday house, but failed (they don’t usually fail, hence my blog, so, this situation, I had a lovely time, no dogs no sabotages, nothing went wrong. AMAZING. More beeping outside as I write. Also, when I worked briefly as a live-in nanny, we all travelled to Port Douglas, no dogs there then (oh wait, there was, at the hotel restaurant, a girl stole my buffet dinner plate full of food while I was in the bathroom). Thieving dogs – that girl would have snuck in to the fancy hotel restaurant, and just helped herself to my food. Thieving scum. Those hotel people were happy to have her; she must have been pretty. I would have given her the boot. I find it extraordinary how pretty much All other people, think it's perfectly fine for thieving stupid skanky bimbos, to steal from me. Well, it's not, and you thinking it's okay, makes you guilty, just like the thief, and like that stupid thief; you’re going to have to pay eventually too.} Before 30 years ago, after I finished my Associate Diploma, worked a couple of years, I went to a friend’s house for a holiday who lived in Hongkong. Ofcourse there was no internet back then, and so travelling when so young is kind of wasted. But I do feel Travel in general is way overrated, (a lot of desperate people in the industry trying to push it, trying to get as much money out of you as possible). Better off spending money on some good house features. Actually, I don’t really recommend travel for anyone under the age of 40 either, particularly girls. Even if you’re not on your own and with a friend or a group you’re still going to have people steal from you, according to YouTube there are absolute professionals thieves out there now, there is a whole industry of people who steal from tourists. Pickpocketer are rife in Europe, particular France, because the police there take a ‘soft approach’ with pickpocketer, who are mainly young stupid girls. I have enough problems with people stealing from me in my own home town, so travelling would be a huge problem with me. I saw on YouTube, some Chinese guy travelling in Italy, he had a body cam on whilst travelling through the subway, and he caught a whole family working together to steal from him and his family, and he managed to break one of the thieving girls finger! So, hooray for him! 13. Typical neighbourhood scenario, 2 girls eavesdropping on family and friends No one tells you at school that there’s going to be girls who follow you around and try to eavesdrop on your conversations, with your friends and family. They are desperate for ideas, they want to know everything that young people are into, what their interests are, what they want to talk about. In fact, I would say it’s more about those two things, than even what they’re spending habits are. Which is why I think it’s radio related - people from the radio industry are desperate for ideas to talk about. Anything that comes out of your mouth, they grab hold off, like parasites. So, not only do you have to be mindful of people “purvin” on what you say, but you can actually be quite influential, so you have to be careful about that too. You have people watching you all the time, well, I did. I remember specifically on the train home from Fashion school, at Tafe, at Hornsby, all along the North Shore, against peak time, so there were not many people in the carriages, I frequently had youngish girls follow me, and if I were travelling with someone, like a friend from Tafe, then those girls would sit right next to us, in the empty carriage for the sole point of eavesdropping on our conversation – I mean they were totally obsessed with me. Very odd, you know, I am a normal healthy thinking person, surely, we are not that unique? I mean I know I have met my fair-share of bimbos in my life, but it can’t be that rare, that you would follow a seemingly interesting person and hang on every word they said? Then they copy everything, they copy everything, they have no common sense. They also don’t tell you at school, if the dogs steal from you, then later, after they have stolen from you, there are packs of people, (women) who work together, to come up with a plan to try and disrespect you, inorder to protect themselves against any accusations that you might make; so, you lose credibility. A plot against your credibility. (What do you think metal health units are for? – I can asure you, it is this sole point, of dicrediblity.) I am adding to this story; After my neighbour left today (April 2022) on his blue Superbike, a huge retrofitted Harley Davidson. When another neighbour down a bit, had someone turn up at her place, with a purple superbike Harley Davidson; it was like they were copping my neighbour – they wanted to show off their bike too!! Also, the blonde daughter in a show I am watching this easter (Start Up) looks like that “short blonde bimbo” I am always raving about who follows me around and steals from me. Just a feeling. (Excellent show) 14. Hope (actually this story pretty much sums up my life here in Australia) Hope (actually this story pretty much sums up my life here in Australia) When I was 18, I moved to Sydney to start my study then working career in the fashion industry. As a young single girl on minimum wage there was not much hope in actually being able to afford to buy a house. Housing was very expensive then, and still is. Banks are reluctant to give young single ladies any kind of loan, (I recall at 25yrs, CBA even rejected my small car loan, – but Nissan Finance saved me, but at twice the bank rate). So, after another 5 years, I realized buying a house was out of the question, and thus the whole point of working became a moot point. {This would have only been overcome by getting a home loan as soon as you got your first job.} So, with no hope of obtaining my own home, I packed up and moved to the country, where I was happy enough with not much money and renting a cheap old farmhouse. Which was easy to do back then, - there were plenty of farmhouses to choose from. Unfortunatly, due to all those farmers I knew growing up who had multiple quadruple quintuple kids, suddenly in 2018 there were no more farmhouses (not only farmhouses) but no houses left at all to rent in Gunnedah, NONE. Now, as I had worked out, as long as I took a cheap rental at no more than $150/week, then this would be a good alternative to buying a house, affordability wise, it would be cheaper to rent (mainly due to greedy over-priced council rates, who want all the money to spend on unnecessary road works, to keep young hopeless men employed, - never ending dog cycle). Unfortunately, life is different when you get older, you actually need a house for security, and freedom from stupid twit landlords. Times have slightly changed, (but banks still won't give single ladies a home loan) But, the gov will, under the First Home Loan Deposit Scheme, plus there is a Grant, (rules apply, but if you work full time, you’re in luck – you should do this if you have just started working at age 20 or so, no point wasting your money on rent. NONE; rent is for naive suckers, NO, rent is for VICTIMS). Personally, I am really not sure what my parents were thinking, when they sent me down to Sydney to start paying those high rents (perhaps not thinking at all). But. no hard feelings. As we have internet now with real estate sites, people can search and see housing prices across all of Australia. I was inspired to write this story because now even young people without any money or any hope can look at this app, especially when they are young to determine what kind of lifestyle they want, how much money will they need to buy a house, what’s the minimum amount they will need, this hope was unavailable when I was 18. (a lot of kids have parents who will put down a deposit for them (some buy them a house on their 18th) – you should pressure your parents, as they should not have had kids if they can’t afford at least a deposit for you, they have to provide hope, in my opinion. Too late for me at age 48, (too late gov, even though rental prices are more expensive than mortgage repayments). But not too late if you’re just starting out in the work place at 20. I encourage all young girls to get this app and start looking! It will give them hope and a goal. (You do have to be careful of outsource parties, who have application process onsite: if you’ve ever had a dispute with a landlord, then the application won’t go through on ANY other listings that you apply for - which is completely unfair, and basically discriminatory. This is why you need your own home, because you get discriminated against as a renter. IT’S THE MAIN REASON ACTUALLY. And Rental real estate girls are young, and the worst. Landlords are greedy arsholes, you will inevitably have problems with them if you’re a single lady – they can’t but help OVERSTEP the boundary. They are useless and weak. Note, in 2024 I had extreme problems using realestate.com, they refused all my 40 applications based on my income, “not enough” for even the cheapest rental in Australia. Can you believe that, and what a waste of time putting in applications with all their privacy abuses – wanting to know ALL my financial information, salaries, any other incomes… past residences up to 7yrs for one of them, acquaintances, landlords, references – they are truly tyrannically evil. Since I am low income, it is not too much for me to give up my financial information, all 40 real estates who requested it! (infact it has saved me several times from the stupid little bimbos who work there – see, I have little money, no point following me for the point of stealing….) anyway, but I imagine if you are wealthy, being forced to give them this info would be a total privacy outrage – I would encourage you to forge information if this is the case, - as it is NONE OF THEIR FUCKING BUSINESS – who do they think they are the tax office!! I resorted to putting a poster up at my local supermarket for ‘rental wanted’, lucky I got a reply, otherwise I would be sleeping on the beach. You cannot trust .com or real estates in Australia. Although I suspect the reason I have my new good place is not about me, it is about my landlord; there's something he needs to know, something along the lines of my "stolen pliers story" - in fact, exactly the same issue: old man over the age of 50 with certain types of personalities, they are completely blind. I'm not a man worshipper, I'm not going to worship you. I'm respectful, and polite. But that is the extent of my 'man worshipping' - you're just going have to deal with that old men, and stop taking your "I want to be God and worshipped" frustrations, out on single ladies. The ones in this area also use fear tactics. LOL! If you do not have a deposit for a home loan when you start working, you really have to live at home with your parents in order to save for at least that. And, I have heard about parents charging their young kids rent – OMG, only a total tight-fisted, stingy, selfish cretin would charge their kids rent. If your parents are charging you rent, you should probably move out anyway, as you would be better off without such anti-love in your life {fair enough if you all want to work out food bills, but rent, no way, those parents ought to be hung. The family home is meant to be a safe place, and as a parent if you have not given your child enough skills to be independent, you will have to endure them at home. YOUR FAULT. Not to mention any money for other accommodations.} Oh, and you can’t study at uni/Tafe if your home life isn’t happy, you need somewhere safe and comfortable, so you can concentrate on studying, and not have to worry about thieving flatmates, or high rents, and all the other problems associated with being a young single person with no money, I mean you really have to eliminate all other problems from your life, so you can take studying, and a career seriously. I know I did this when I started my first job, but really you have to start at college too! Parties are way over-rated, not that I was a party person, but study is not just ‘something to do’. And you certainly can’t be going through any medical situations either. Btw, a young 20-year-old girl just out of college on her own has got no chance of succeeding, you are way too much of an open book and you’ll be taken advantage of at every turn, and there are forces at play trying to stop you, they hate women in power. Apparently its ‘political’ and there are old men, in power, who drive around and try to muck things up for unmarried women, or women who are banded together, as there is a strength in women uniting, certain men can’t stand it – they can’t stand that strength. (All other issues about retarded (retarded as in socially inadequate) men who follow single ladies around too). Maybe I would suggest to find someone at college you can trust, team up and go into business together, but having said that, really the whole marketplace is organised already, it’s like one great big crime network, and the big players destroy the small players, so they can make more and more, and more…. the whole workplace is dominated by the biggest bullies on the block. So new starters really don’t have much of a chance, well, not unless you’re really savvy, and have a lot of savvy older help. So, if you are on your own, without friends and allies, you will not succeed. I wish someone had told me about all the obstacles. I felt it was a case of the blind leading the blind when I was younger. I attended Fashion School, and learnt the basics, but hands on experience by a competent mentor in the workplace, would have been good too (actually getting a competent person would be hard) BUT I recall one helpful teacher stating, young girls make plenty of common mistakes when they are starting out, and it is better to make those mistakes on someone else’s’ dime, rather than on your own in a new business!! Lol, it’s true, very true, plus it is so nice to get that first ever pay check at the end of the first week. And again, I will state here, they, as in high school and higher education, do not teach about pay/conditions/overtime/super/holiday/your rights/minimum wage/ salaries etc etc (SHAMEFUL). Managing money. Also btw, that first job I got after graduating from my Associate Diploma Course, was at Bonds. And, that company was the only one, of two employers who actually paid my super in that 10yr period of working in the Fashion Industry. But I was still very much underpaid at this job, as a 20-year-old girl compared to the young 20-year-old boys who worked there (they got an extra $200/week more than my wage, and they did not have a 2yr associate diploma). Also, I was a very conscientious worker, I worked quite hard, I didn’t ever stand around chitchatting like most of the other girls did. I was told I was the only one that actually got any work done in that Sample room! But actually, it was a little bit of a hindrance, being so diligent, because it is expected, in a workplace full of women, to undergo a specific amount of chitchat, it’s like a required social rule. (I have never been big on social norms, ‘norms’ are for coward sheep types) Just sidebar; I recall at school noticing how ‘sheep like’ all the girls were, it used to ‘incense me’,- you don’t all have to wear liberty shirts and do your hair in a big poofs (the ‘tucked pony tail!’) And when I started using Sydney Gregory’s, I noticed so many street names and towns were named after ones in England – it’s like back in the day, they were so fearful of being creative of any sort, like thinking up a new name! Or the Sydney Art Gallery, it was based on the famous Pushkin Museum in Moscow, practically identical front fascard! So, I can see, as I get older, that we’ve actually evolved along the way, compared to how we were back at the dawn of settlement time. But really this area is a total coward area. And if you read my “Designs to match Personalities”, you can see it is something that I also struggle with a bit. I felt I did everything right in order to make a career and money, but it wasn’t really the work that proved to be hard in the workplace, the impossible thing is dealing with bimbo bully dogs, actually they make it really difficult and impossible for my personality type. And it’s pointless staying in such a situation where bullying and female exclusion games exist (not to mention toilet attacks in the bathroom). In the end I felt for my own health, my mental health, and physical health, I would most definitely have to leave the workplace and I did. And it was the best decision I ever made. As I was able to start up a little business on my own which worked out well enough albeit short in the whole cash area. I’ve heard of stories of women escaping domestic violence situations or abusive situations in one form or the other by entering the workplace and becoming independent; For me it was kind of the opposite, to escape abusive situation, I had to leave the workplace. DOGS. {Someone mentioned to me that this is society’s motto (based on Darwin’s theory) of ‘survival of the fittest’ – she pointed out to me, if we allow this to be the case in society we would end up with a dog bully work place only, with no diversity, creativity or intelligence. So true. Update in 2022; the cost of rent has soared and it is now cheaper to pay a home loan repayment on a cheap house or unit, than the cheapest rentals on market – by half, which means I would have half my supposed rent left over at the end of the month, if I was paying a home loan instead (which would go towards rates). So, it is absurd to continue to pay rent. I found a cheap unit (seek and ye shall find), and contacted the bank. They said even though I have my own business, since I’m supplemented with a Centrelink payment, they would not give me the loan, they won’t even look at any other factors like my ability to pay rent of twice the price of home loan repayment. She said they think anyone who is on that payment, is irresponsible. Such irony, as the bloody bank call girl put me on hold for an hour and passed me back and forth from bank department to department. Who’s irresponsible? CBA female staffers. So, a young girl needs to know, if she has a job secured, she should be able to secure a low home loan, under $150,000, well that’s how it is now, but when I was young it was NOT this way, and who knows what it will be like in the future, but buying even a really crappy house under $100,000, beats renting/moving/renting/moving/renting/moving/renting/moving…….. It is worth securing yourself a job when you’re 18 and securing a home loan, even if you become unemployed later, you will still be able to pay the monthly repayments, but you will not be able to secure a home loan then. It will probably help if you parents go guarantor for you if your only 18. It is worth knowing this and acting on it, renting has HUGE social and physical negative impacts, I believe renting is actually life debilitating, as in, you will have a reduced life, if you're not a homeowner. You might think that's a bit extreme, but I have many examples to proof my point, from mouldy rentals, smoky rentals, asbestos rentals, toxic poison rentals, bad neighbourhood rentals; I have talked on my blog about them all, but I can give you a quick example here; medical researchers believe that 4x 20-minute saunas per week, will actually prolong your life by 66%! But if you rent, you cannot get a sauna, -so expect to die before all the home owners! For me personally, I feel basically there was no hope when I was 18, and still no hope nearing age 50 for proper home. Least at this latest address I find myself at, it is a good one finally – it has a new floor, and plenty of water and privacy, albeit, still there is thieving, and I have to be totally nazi about locking everything all the time. {in 2025 they have come up with portable steam tents, I have fashioned my own relaxi sauna:} 15. 3 bimbos who shoplifted from me when I worked at Grave Attire in Enmore. They had; one girl to distract the shopkeeper (which was me) one girl to keep a look out at the door for any oncoming customers, and the other girl would do the actual stealing with a big bag, this is how they worked, all 3 girls in cahoots together, all 3 girls were relatively tall (not petite either), pretty and blonde, and they had their routine down to a tee, specifically targeting young retailers who don’t know about the girls who shoplift together like this, as a pack. Which is another reason why I’m putting it here; all young girls who work in the retail sector should be advised that people will try and steal from you, and this is how they do it (one of the ways, plus you need to discuss a plan with the manager of what do to in such a situation). Although I believe I was specifically targeted in this situation because they were under the impression that a girl from my school was in cahoots with me to shoplift (of course this is completely untrue, but I am of the understanding that the other girl did shoplift on a regular basis and she used me (as well as other girls she befriended), used as a distraction, so she could steal. I just I didn’t know about it and I wasn’t in on her little evil plan. Or, it could just have been a coincidence, but I don’t think so, knowing the way women work – their stupidity (it could have been monkeys on my back, trying to “teach me a lesson” ? So those 3 tall blonde girls, are a part of a bigger network of petty crime in Australia, acting in ‘return retaliation’ under their bizarre philosophy of what goes around comes around, and want to take matters into their own hands by playing God, and trying to recreate justice and to teach their victims a lesson (power tripping) and that’s why I called them bimbos, especially because anyone who steals is a bimbo. But stealing to teach someone a lesson for stealing, when that person was not the guilty party, (because the perpetrators had jumped to conclusions or listen to bitchy bimbo rumour and gossip) is just stupid. STUPID WOMEN. The older I get, the more unbelievable it is, to see how stupid a typical woman really is. Btw, I don’t know whether other young girls were as naive as me when it comes to petty theft. I mean I grew up in the country, on a farm, and there was no stealing in our rural life ever, nor in Gunnedah; we never experienced theft, we never talked about it, we never witnessed theft, we never heard about theft in the community, our friends never stole anything when they came round, or at large parties or social gatherings in the neighbourhood/community. We could leave our windows open all night, all day, not lock the doors either. It just wasn’t an issue AT ALL. Can you believe that? Here I am at age 48, trying to tell people about the biggest bane in my life, and you know what, its theft - petty theft by petty small minded petty (stupid) people, mostly women. Maybe girls in the city are used to this kind of behaviour. Maybe it’s the norm for girls and their friends to steal from each other, or for everyone who lives in Sydney, when they see an opportunity to steal, DO IT? It’s like they have no morals - no moral compass. I strongly suspect after I moved to Sydney when I was 18, I had women who stole from me then, and who proceeded to follow me around for, so far, the rest of my life, and have stolen from me, on a regular basis - it’s what they do, a full time for a job of petty theft. And I don’t think it’s just me they steal from, they see who I speak to, when they follow me, my family my friends, and they try to steal from them as well. I believe Tomas’s, (little brother), bike may have been stolen by exactly one of those female dogs. Actually, I recall now, as a child, I noticed this; our family, our friends, all the other young kids I knew, well, we were a certain way, with one another. Our behaviour was respectful, and this attitude was across the board, as in across all of our peers, all the varying socio-economic factors in Gunnedah. But when we got together with my cousin, who went to school in Sydney, - the inner-city suburbs, he had different standard of behaviour and respect. I really noticed it. While we got on very well, he was generally good natured, we spent many hrs together playing, and he was a smart little kid. But he had this kind of streak, kind of a bit like a ‘street tough bitch’, with that bitchyness really coming across, the older we got, the bitchier there was. It was like he had been hanging out with a lot of bitches. The kids in the country, were, way more ‘laid-back’ and good-natured. Less fight. Which proved to be a HUGE problem when I moved to Pendle Hill in Western Sydney and worked at Bonds when I was 19. Not just Sydney bullies, but Western Suburbs bullies, whole other class unto themselves of bullies. I make no apologies for having been respectful and nice. Just an observation. And you know, if a young girl notices something like this, then you can be sure it’s actually going to be even a bigger issue in Australia. Although I was later advised via telly, that my cousin played water polo, and that’s where he learnt ‘street tough bitch’ – apparently, they are quite sneaky and violent under the water, out of the public view. Lol. Actually I think I've mentioned this somewhere before, but gone; my cousin wanted to be a lawyer, all the while, while we were growing up he said he's going to grow up and be a rich lawyer. When he did the HSC, he got 99.7%, so he's pretty smart. But that wasn't smart enough to get into law school. He could either wait 3 years and apply as mature age student, or do something else. I don't know what the cut-off % for a lawyer is, but I'm thinking now, like 99.7: I'm pretty sure that would be smart enough to be a lawyer. I'm thinking, the cut-off rule, was just made up - it just smells like a dog rule to me, a personal one for him, because the powers that be did not want him to be a lawyer? At first I thought this is probably because he is “good natured”, and ultimately to be a lawyer you really need to have a more of a killer instinct - the lawyers that I have encountered have been truly revolting people, so it's definitely true. Lol But then of course, no, the real real real reason was because dogs don't want me to have a lawyer in my family; because I could do some serious damage with a lawyer! Oh, Seb met, oh, no, didn't even meet him, he just heard of one of dad's friends who worked in advertising (?) when we were at school, and it just kind of stuck in his head that he could go down that path - so he did. I have since moved away from the Gunnedah community, and have lived in a few different places in Queensland. One of them in particular was quite remote, those parents have chosen to raise their kids in a situation that is well out of mainstream society, and after my encounters with them, I really wonder how those parents can expect their kids to leave home at 18 and survive in mainstream society, with so much competition, and better understanding of how the world works, out there? I can understand why there are so many problems and dysfunctions for people in their 20’s, but it is an easy one to prevent, rather than try to fix the dysfunctions afterwards. I guess it comes down to “bumbling parents”. After writing this, I felt I could definitely relate. This is kind of the way my parents raised us all, and I was expected to thrive in Sydney, after such a pleasant easy childhood. But I had a few advantages that kids in those other areas don’t have. You know, it is a little strange that those thieving bimbos, have chosen someone who doesn’t really have much money, or much in value - you would think if you’re going to all the bother of stealing from someone, they would actually choose a wealthy victim, so as to have something worthy to steal. I mean all the crap that they’ve stolen from me - crap crap crap, that’s what it’s been, crap. (That would come down to stupidity). So, the reason why thieves are thieves, is because of their bimbo mother. It is only their mother who is to blame for someone who steals. The way they have been raised, without any morals or ethics. Hopeless Australian Bimbo mothers. Btw, there comes a point in a thief’s life where they can continue to disparage their mothers name by continuing to steal, or they realize they can choose – so if you see someone in their 30’s or even 40’s who is still stealing – well, they should be shot for sure, STUPID. Btw, I did see Heath Barwick in Gunnedah, when I was 18 steal from one of the Carr boys, then in retaliation one of them tried to steal his plants. But that’s it, no stealing growing up. Heath Barwick belongs in jail. I do not believe he has been convicted of any crime yet. And, I have to add, when it comes to retailers now, 20 years after I witnessed those 3 blonde bimbos, is it is now the opposite, with retailers stealing from me, not just 1 or 2, like it started off, but ALL - if there is a woman working behind the counter – then they steal, try to, all of them – such untrustworthy nature most women have – they are disgusting, I feel like I am living on an alien planet. 16. The bizarre, dirty phenomena of following other people I have come to the realisation that a LOT OF PEOPLE think it’s okay to just follow someone without their knowledge. Not only as an adult, but as a child I was followed too, (well once, that I was aware of as a child – Mr Brown – but if I saw one person, who’s to say they weren’t others that I did not see.) And followed often not only all day, but for several days, and no matter where I went; out to friends, up to a different country town, into the supermarket, just wherever I went. A lot were NOT following me as a sexual predator but as a NOSY CONTROL FREAK, wanting to know exactly what was going on in my life, who I spoke with, who were my friends and family. I find it really bizarre how people think that this behaviour is okay, people of all sorts too, not only young people in their 20’s, but I once saw a father of 2, where I nannied, and plenty of young girls in their 20’s – I don’t know what to call them, dogs or sheep? so strange; because it was so prevalent in my young adult hood, and has been so prevalent all my adult life - and still is so prevalent even in middle age, not so much now, but still. It’s not okay for you to follow me you idiots; mind your own goddam business, you do not need to know everything about me, and who I speak with. Show some restraint. Show some dignity. (Allways bare in mind - I took to very important people!). I know I would never follow someone around. I have never followed someone around, ever. Not a friend nor a complete stranger. It’s just a ridiculous concept, you may as well be declaring to the world “well I don’t like my life, I have nothing else better to do, I can’t think for myself, I have such low self-esteem and I’m such a weak person, and this person doesn’t know I’m watching so that that makes me feel powerful, special and important; to perve on their life, without their permission." It is as dirty as a toilet. Could it be toilet related? Read my Life Stories bit, you’ll see what I’m referring to! Bidet from eBay (I had a photo of my charming ‘loo’ with wooden seat and Bidet, but I will refrain from putting here, especially as I am trying to reduce file size! It was $30 – so clean! Go Australia, get one!! -and no tree cut downs NO toilet paper (can also use a handheld bidet on a Compost Loo, saving water). Quick Bidet Review! Should I choose handheld or should I choose underseat bidet? Well at first I opted for the underseat bidet, and for five years, I used that quite happily. I wanted to put another one on, at my next address, but was unable to, because it was a compost loo. So I opted for a handheld. Only a little bit of plumbing skills required for connection to under sink coldwater pipe. When I have to relocate again, I wouldn’t go back to the underseat, because the handheld has a lot more pressure, and control. Plus the underseat one is a little more complicated to clean, taking a little bit more time and effort. And that’s my expert opinion! First photo; 17. Me, off to beach xmas 2021 - I love the beach, Moore Park Beach, whilst living at Gin Gin Next photo is of the Gin Gin Bakery, along the lines of NAME AND SHAME; 18. The “RobinHood Game” This has happened to me a few times; (as in 100’s) other customers in the shop getting free food or items -they don’t have to pay, and when I check my receipts, I can see my bill has been overcharged, they do it deliberately to give their friends free food. So, it’s not exactly the traditional RobinHood story, it’s a warped female interpretation of that story {actually turning out to be the opposite of the RobinHood story} -it’s a little girl retailer game, ABC radio encourages it – as it amuses them. I feel those stupid girls need to be told what would happen if it were up to me. Now I’m just going to tell you what happened, I don’t know any of the names at bakery, so I’m not going to name names. I believe if I did name names, I would have to also add “this is my suspicion, it’s not a conviction” just making my statement legal and not slander. I have looked into it, because I have received 6 complaints via my landlord; for some reason she says she is getting complaints against me, (turns out she was a liar), rather than myself receiving any - I certainly haven’t received any complaints. I’m not sure what’s wrong with my landlord and why she doesn’t tell those possibly imaginary people to bugger off, or take it up with me - but that’s her business. {So, it is pointless taking me to court to try and get me to remove this, because I will not be removing it, it’s essential to doing something about it - if you didn’t want me to write this up you shouldn’t have stolen from me. (It has been deleted several times, then I reupload it – other people tell me if it’s been stolen J)} So, in the above photo, the sales girl in pink gave that girl with the tawny long hair/blue jeans a free coffee, and the sales girl in black overcharged me. I was forced to purchase from here due to a new credit card - bank needs atm or eftpos first transaction, otherwise I would purchase these at supermarket, as basically all retailer boutique shops do it, well, a lot. I try to avoid them – they all need a whipping. BTW, that girl in blue jeans is really rich. Bimbo thieves. It is a ‘opposite interpretation’ of the RobinHood fairy tale. (In the fairy tale, the blue jeans would be poor, not the other way around). The old man butcher at Gunnedah Butcher did it too, (no conviction), the girls at mitre 10 Bundaberg did it, (no conviction), Bundaberg Northsides Produce Agricultural service, tried to do it - heaps of other shops have done it, including medical business – they steal my appointments from my care plan, then charge me, when it should be free - Bundaberg Physio (Crofton St - Cody Amos) Bundaberg Podiatry – Taylor Tatarelli, Gin Gin Chiro, Sarina family clinic……. Anyway, there is not too much I can do regarding the medical ones, and I’ve never really paid too much attention instore, only note later, I have been over charged. But since I now wear a camera, I can see what goes on, -see the DOG NETWORK in action, plus I am low income, I do not have spare money for fake bimbo charity cases. Goddamn thieves; I recommend buying everything from the supermarkets. (Since I starting wearing a body came to shops, I have caught 2 people stealing from and I have caught 2 people behaving oddly, and that was only in the first 2 mnths of me wearing a camera). Such a big problem, is retailers stealing from customers. I’m happy to sacrifice not ever going to this bakery again, even though it’s the only bakery within a 50km radius - in order to expose the little thief network. And by the way, before I was banned from Facebook, I was on a public forum, and I was blowing the whistle on certain companies who do dodgy things, can’t remember exactly what I was talking about now, maybe it was the so-called volunteer scheme, where they ask volunteers to work for them - it’s a scam - you shouldn’t volunteer for anyone, your time is more valuable than nothing, and those employers know that you’re a sucker with a good nature. Anyway, basically the conversations that proceeded that was about me implying, “that girl is never going to get a job in Bundaberg ever”, implying that most businesses in Bundaberg are dodgy and do dodgy things just like that business I was referring to. So, it seems to me that most people are too cowardly to name and shame these injustices, for fear of being unemployed, such is the bully nature of Australia. So, it is important for people who can stand up to those bullies to do so, as they are numbered. My duty. By the way that girl in the photo, totally looks like my cousin Stephanie Bone. Although I am pretty sure it is not, as Stephanie has shorter hair; {“we can see what those retailer bitchy girl thieves do, and we’ll help show you” – there are some women who do this.} But I have noticed if I’m ever out and about in the quiet, of about 6 o’clock in the morning, I often see someone from my past or someone who is the current ‘flavour of the month’, or someone I have been wanting to call, or just someone I have been thinking about lately. It’s like someone goes and gets them from their life, in whatever state or town, picks them up and drops them down to ‘present’ them in front of me in this kind of manner, ‘people smuggling’ - so I might recognise them or I might not! They NEVER speak to me. And usually, I am bad at recognizing anyone, my facial recognition skills are near non-existant, but in retrospect, later I might see them, as I think about the day and my encounters. I have a bodycam now! So, I suspect whoever is going and getting those people, on such a regular basis, and over many years now; this is a paid job for her, it is her livelihood. So, whoever is sabotaging and stealing from me, I suspect, is most likely this person, because they can make money from it. And who’s paying for this transport? why would they be paying and wasting money in travel? I feel like this is an intrusion of my life, of my privacy. And I feel the people they go and get, just want to play judge and jury. I suspect those people have been transported by plane, as I’ve stated before I have planes harassing me quite regularly, especially at Rangari, but now a little again up here in QLD. I have a message for that people smuggler, if I wanted to see someone, I would contact them and ask them to come up here. If I don’t do that, then it means that I pretty much don’t want to see anyone. And since I’ve previously stated I find most people disrespectful, rude and threatened by me, this means that I don’t want to see anyone, at all times (even the good ones). Comprehende (stop getting famous people too; what exactly do they want?). You know, not everybody wants to meet and greet their favourite celebrities! And btw, just because we don’t want to, does not mean we secretly hate you – it’s not personal J! And btw, I haven’t spoken to any of my family in over 20 years, except my uncle, and Stephanie / Gwenda. I sometimes call and email Chris, because I need a reference for rentals, and he’s a retired magistrate with common-sense (very smart), he should be a good ref (you would think) {Btw, I really find the whole reference thing completely pointless, you can never possibly get an understanding of someone from someone else’s bias reference. I’m a little outraged by rental girls demanding up to 5 references, for low-income housing, who the hell do they think they are?}. I suggest to them if they want to know anything about me, they should speak to me directly (or read my blog!). Actually, I have a wild theory about why they wanted 5, I think that one rental girl demanded 5, specifically so someone could go and ‘people smuggle’ 5 people?? The Real Estate was Nutrien Harcourts McCathies Ayr real-estate. She wanted to give a free holiday to 5 people, she wanted to be some sort of ‘free hero holiday giver’. I certainly never spoke to those 5 people, and infact only 1 of them bothered to reply to me. They are all busy people, too busy to bother about young rental girls and references. I can’t believe how disrespectful rental real estate girls are. Possibly Telstra putting my calls through to other people again? The reason I have come up with this wild theory, is I spoke to that rental girl Louise Aguirre, twice, both times I was told it was the same person, Louise Aguirre, but I can assure you, it was not. I spoke to 2 different people, with 2 very different voices. So really, I can only speculate what’s going on. The first girl I spoke to was REVOLTING, I suspect she was from Telstra? See, evil plot to make me appear nuts. I assure you I am not. Btw, my sister Penny, who I have had no contact with since Dad died, (when the cats away the mice will play” thing (she went to a catholic school), did email me out of the blue a few years ago, because someone from Facebook had contacted her and tried to manipulate her, stating “your sister needs serious help”, that person was a bully from Agnes Water, and most likely the guilty person who was stealing from me and sabotaging me (Der, how can she be so easily manipulated? So easily fooled by the dogs?) And so, I did email her back and tell her she was a manipulated fool. That’s it with my family, little contact. Quite typical for adult families, so I have been told. The last image above, is not uploaded yet. I did have a photo of my jack , but again, not neccessary; 19. Car Jack stolen out of my car that was parked at the mechanics - stolen by a jackass JACKASS JACKASS This was stolen after I had just visited Tamworth and been to Decorama. 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?? My next little story has been deleted numerous times, and I have had to rewrite it again, and again!; 20. Hay bimbo Nazi heads This is also along the lines of “saying it like it is”, in the hopes that it will stop (seems to work for some unknown reason) Okay so this is sometimes what happens, it’s been happening for some years in retrospect. I have these girls that follow me around when I am out and about. And when I stop at someone’s place (probably happens everywhere I go, but I only started to noticed it when I’m at somewhere remote like on a farm, - and as I leave there’s always some girls waiting in a car just down the road, with engine running, and I suspect what they do is go in and see the person after I’ve left. (in fact sometimes, they come in before and interrupt me -that’s happened a few times, come to think of it) and they kind of like ‘play sides’ I call them “the dogs that play sides”, so that the next time I speak to the farmer/person, they suddenly are really rude and disrespectful in some way, like for instance, I went to collect some Hay from Scott Warren, the guy was nice and friendly, we had a chat, the neighbour was burning his cane, we were looking at it -quite spectacular, he gave me an extra bale of Hay; 4 for the price of 3. And that was it, I left. – I saw as I was leaving, just parked down the road from his farm, on the dirt road, guess what, a car with girls in it, just sitting there, engine running. So, the following year I was looking for his Hay sign that he puts out, finally I saw the sign, so I drove down there, he’s about 10k’s out of Gin Gin, and I get there and there’s no Hay at all - he wasted my time, and my petrol. And it would have been because of those dogs in that white car that previous time. BTW, I have no idea who those dogs are, I don’t know them, I don’t recognise any, they never speak to me, I have absolutely no association with them, they’re not friends they’re not enemies, they’re just nobodies (I guess they would be enemies now, to be behaving like stupid stalking harassing dogs - they could be NEGS girls, or most likely prostitutes?? - anyway, they have no business following me around, it’s a disgraceful form of bullying). So yeah, this is what happens to me frequently, it’s like deliberate sabotage, just because I’m ‘me’. Oh, I have mentioned before problems with an obsessed house mistress from school, harassing and stalking me, this is just the same thing, isn’t it, so it could be her Cathy Goldman – I have reported her to the police. And, BTW, last time I drove to Bundaberg I had some bimbo following me around in a ute with hay piled in it. This happened every so often in Gunnedah too, only it was a big truck piled high then. A hey sign. I’ve come up with a way to deal with these dogs and that’s by taking photos of them, they will run and scream if there’s a chance, they’ll be caught on camera it’s quite amazing how it works (that’s the dog’s gift – an uncanny sense of the moment before being caught in the act of harassment or bullying) btw, I have stated before if I catch a dog on camera behaving as a bully, I will instantly upload it to YouTube. I uploaded a phone conversation, where the girl was harassing me with multiple calls, and she sounded totally sly, a week later I listened to it on you Tube, and it had been edited, so she just sounded normal – that girl was anything but normal. (They change all the good movies too) there are editing geeks who want to save the ‘fair’ bimbo. I’m sure now that I’m fully conscious of what these dogs do, I‘ll remember many more incidents. I carry my camera with me at all times, but it is actually quite hard taking photos when your out and about (and busy) so often I use my phone to video what is going on, I wear it around my neck. One of my favourite plants is the Pig Face above in my garden at Rangari; 21. You’re not the Boss of Me – combating nazis So, I’ve just discovered another piece of writing that has been stolen, and that’s where I describe what condescending cocky people (bored twits) do when I go downtown. This problem I describe below is HUGE, a monumental issue for me that has an incredibly large impact on my life – reducing the quality of it significantly. Before I start with this bizarre little story; I’ve heard counsellors winge of the same phenomenon. They frequently get men in to see them, because their main anger/issue in life, is that they don’t have a girl/partner/wife, somebody, that they can boss around – So the fact of not having a girlfriend or wife, is NOT the issue, the issue is that they don’t have somebody that they can boss around AND CONTROL. (!!) (btw, I expect that’s the reason a lot of mothers have kids too, WRONG REASON) Plus, this particular female councillor said, they will actually try to ‘boss’ her around during the session, as like in, wishfully thinking she was a bimbo wife, or dogsbody. I might say to such person, hey start gardening, you can control that plus reward yourself with a good garden and food!! Or get a dog! – but I have seen those woman who put their ‘trained dogs’ on show, you know, have them jumping through hoops and the like -MAN THOSE WOMEN ARE SICK – fully dysfunctional, but they and anyone paying money to see such a show, would have NO IDEA exactly how mentally retarded they are. Having said that, I have encounted a lot of bimbo women in my life, I have talked about it - the dogs go and get them deliberatley, so they can use them to manipulate while they ‘sleepy’, they show off. Like how I mentioned the Wainberg girl (dog), manipulated her sister that day in the park, same thing. I don’t know if they are getting these bims for her, so she can use them to have a go at me, or perhaps there is a whole spate of dogs in rotation? But I have encounted a lot of really clueless women in my time as a result of their trying to impress (impress someone?) with their manipulation tactics. So those men who are so adamant in trying to control a woman – go and find one of those bim types, they will need help in everything they do, if only for just keeping the dogs away who want to use them to manipulate other people. SAVE ME!! Lol you can save me in this manner by marrying all the bims! Lol! Lol (I see Casey Chambers is married now, thank goodness). Anyway, so, I have people in the street, total strangers to me – perhaps they are neighbours? Perhaps they are bored council workers? Perhaps they are old school girls? Perhaps they are all the sister/brothers of my friends?; who try to control me, as I am single. STUPID MORONS. And I say stupid morons, because that’s what it comes down to; an absolute total lack of respect for anyone else, thinking they are superior and can make the best decisions for somebody else. AS IF, AND SO OFFENSIVE, so condescending. And thinking that they know better than everyone, and therefore are entitled to boss around other people. The whole thing is vile and disgusting. Bimbo related, only someone who is stupid would do this to someone else. No compassion, no empathy, no morals - stupid. This is exactly where the whole nazi problem in Australia stems from, this exact phenomena, and it’s not just single men who do it, there are plenty of women to, married ones especially - honestly most women have no idea how stupid they are. Plus, I believe it is even an issue that kids too, they suffer from this phenomenon, due to their own nazi parents, they too, look for someone to try and control. So, a lot of people looking for someone to control, rather than looking for someone to love. So mixed up and dysfunctional, it is BIZARRE. BTW, wanting to have control is not a bad thing, but trying to control someone else, is the issue, especially a complete stranger, someone that does not ask you to interfere in their life at all – or gives you permission. NOT WITHOUT MY PERMSISSION. So, this is how they ‘passively aggressively’ try to control me. I’ve mentioned before I have people on phones doing signs (read my story about flash mobs pre flash mobs just below). So, if I go into a shop where they don’t think I should go, then they verbally shout out at me from across the street (out of sight) - harass me, or do something like start banging something really loudly, as in, like what a child would do throwing a tantrum. But if I go into a shop where they think it’s okay, like if I go into Vinnies, then that would be okay - going into Vinnies is ok, because I’m really poor, so I belong in Vinnies, and they don’t harass me. (Vinnies - it’s got to be a woman doing it) But if I try to go in a hardware shop, forget about it. And you wouldn’t believe what happens if I go to a doctor for some sort of medical problem (I did describe what happened one time when I was at Gin Gin medical Centre - stupid dogs, read my “Red Rubber fulcrum for physio” photo story) and I have written about it before when I walk past a restaurant or coffee shop – I always get verbally shouted at by unknown people if I venture to near the food place. Apparently, I am NOT allowed to eat out. ? {That would go back to when I was living in Hornsby; I felt like having some Chinese beef and onion stir fry one night. I went down to the Chinese take-out, and there was a family, husband, wife and a little boy sitting in the cafe. And they started talking about me and how I shouldn’t be there ordering food, it was quite strange. They all three were total strangers, I’ve never seen them before. I do not know them, I do not believe they knew me, why they were questioning where I was eating, I can only imagine it was because I was on my own. When most people when you see them out at a restaurant they’re not usually on their own - so this whole family couldn’t handle the fact that I was there ordering (not even eating) on my own. STUPID PEOPLE STUPID FAMILY. (There is the possibility that they are dogs from entertainment industry, knew I would be there, and so arranged an attack – a personal attack on me?? – like a coward) But, really and truly, this is the kind of bullshit that I have to live with every day, it has been this way ever since I can remember in my adult life. You might not think it's that bad; hearing someone just yell out verbally, out in public. But I can assure you, it is! It is akin to a dog barking at me out in public area, like obviously that person thinks that I shouldn't be there, and starts barking, like a territorial dog. It's REALLY OFFENSIVE, and it doesn't just happen at once or twice, it happens every single time I go near a food place! And if I say that that's what they're doing; being verbally aggressive and yelling out obscenities, then that's what they're doing!! Someone suggested that it's just because there's girls in the food places, laughing at me as I walk by, and I just think they're laughing at me, as in, a psychological problem! WELL NO, wrong completely. I'm aware of normal typical restaurant sounds thank you very much, I have no delusions about anything, and can see quite plainly what it is going on. If I say they're yelling out to me in aggressive manner like a dog, then that's what they're bloody doing -if you too offended just by hearing me describe what they do, imagine what it’s like for me at the time. (After I wrote this, I happened to have to walk by a food court, banking related, and there where about 6 old men standing around, ‘placed’ ! – trying to curb all the stupid dogs!!! Lol). So, but, as you can imagine by now at this point in my life, 52, I don't really go anywhere near food places, try not to. Drive-through Maccas is my favourite place to go because it's relatively peaceful (although I frequently have someone in a sleek black car following me there??). Like, even when I used to shop at bunnings, and walked past the bunnings cafeteria; abusive dog yelling out obscenities – most of the time it is not legible, but like aggressive grunts/yells, reprimands. So in 2025, I have a theory as to why women yell out at me in this aggressive dogbark manner: (aside from the fact that they are non-thinking dogs), it relates to me and my “immense liking and enjoyment” of food. So just my personal thoughts of some foods, can evoke a thought reaction that may sound sensual, mmmm - to A DOG. And so out in public, if some stupid dog thinks she hears something sensual, she without thinking, like, in a confused state, gets angry, because “you can't have sex on the street, that's wrong, so clear off” (!) - without fully thinking the whole thing through - DUMB DOG. Fucking wake up. Btw, when I was younger, say in my 20’s - it didn’t start off like this, they were more like ‘accompanying’ me, so if I wanted to go somewhere then they would do signs to like ‘clear the path’ so to speak, actually traffic light people were involved, I’m not going to get into that though (all green lights – yah!). At those particular times, I was just amused at such antics that people, total strangers, get up to, and was not concerned about these people at all. I didn’t consider them a nuisance or intolerable. But over the years instead of like ‘accompanying’ me or ‘helping’, they have evolved into being ‘nazi dictators’ under the pretence of “helping and guiding”. They are unbearable. It’s like they have grown to have big egos and be selfish, in the same manner bullies become bullies, because nobody stands up to them, and thieves continue to steal because they never get caught. It’s kind of an odd concept for me, acting in such a way towards total strangers, I really thought about what motivates people to do bad over-controlling behaviour like this, and I think it all just comes down to stupidity. Like my peacock, who discovered he could herd my geese around the backyard - it’s exactly the same thing. That peacock was peabrain! Dim-witted vanity of the peacock! So, I would be way smarter than people who are trying to “help” me, which makes it so ridiculous, ludicrous and ironic. I don’t need someone to tell me what shop I should go into, and what street I should go down to get there. NEVER HAVE. I do believe it reached a point where they would set traps, so if I didn’t go down the street, then they would send their council friends to block the street off with fake roadworks. So, then they could say ha ha, you should’ve listened to us, and done what we said, as in, played our ‘Simon Says’ game. (There most definitely has been quite a few fake roadworks that I’ve passed by, although Council has more money now, and even the fake ones put out their expensive machinery to make it look like they’re actually doing something.) And you know what, I have never seen this kind of manipulative behaviour in a movie – and I have seen 1000’s of people’s life stories in the form of movies. But once when I was watching the news, they were doing a segment on Whitney Houston, in her later older years, it was a live ‘unprepared’ interview on the street. And I could see she had the dogs, plain as day, you could hear them from afar, on the camera. Anyone watching would have thought it was just the Press hounding her like that, but I am not so sure – just reminded me so much of the dogs that hound me – and I certainly do not have Press that follow me around.) By the way in the past, usually it’s always women (little girls) who have done this “trying to control me” behaviour, some people have coined an expression for it – “Ride her like a horse”, (people on channel 7), but I think the boys are copying the girls, as now I hear male voices yelling out, verbally harassing me from across the street, in the past it’s always been female voice that shouts/yells verbal harassment. {Actually, at the moment its either some girl or a toll truck driver following me, and I’ve noticed often, over the past few years, lately, that they have been trying to manipulate the situation in order that I will ‘lose’. If you read my photo story called “bank staff trying to unempower customers”, that’s a pretty good example of what I mean here. It’s like they’re trying to change destiny, and the way that things are meant to unfold, and they know that’s what they’re doing, and that’s what they’re getting off on, ‘playing God’, this again goes back to the girls I went to school with, in church, who later work at Bunnings and Mitre 10 - all girls trying to play God, there’s a big cult of them, the dog network, as I call it. Those girls are really stupid, they don’t know that they’re going to get their comeuppance.} Like I said, I’ve encountered many bimbos in my life, so those dysfunctional control freaks should go and find one of the stupid ones - leave me the fuck alone you stupid dogs. I have a right to be single and go from A to B without being harassed. Do you see how fucked this country is STILL, I recommend not having kids. I know I would never have kids in such an ugly world. BTW I find most women don’t like being around people they can’t control. And by other people I mean other women. They actually get pissed off, if they can’t control the situation and then cause conflicts. They even have the audacity to take it further- in my situation at least they do; because they can’t control me, they then blame me for the conflict that they’ve created - because they’re so pissed off that they can’t control the situation. I find most people quite absurd. I’ve had a lot of experience with women like this my grandmother was particularly like this, but also her daughter my aunt and my sister all want to try and control the situation and none of them realised that none of them were smart enough to control the situation anyway. My Grandmother especially used to get very upset if her perception of reality was contradicted, like she always thought men to be smarter than women, but when I came along and proved otherwise, she was so angry, she smashed her glass into the kitchen sink!  However, my grandmother seemed to have major passive dysfunctional problems, the biggest one, in fact, was to try and create ‘the common enemy’, so she and whoever she was talking to, could have something to talk about. She couldn’t ever talk to someone without bitching and ‘playing sides’ like that, for her, that was the only way she knew how to communicate with her friends or family, she did not know how to be ‘equals’, she subconsciously thought there should be a ‘hierarchy’, and bitching about someone made her feel important and superior, actually very sad, and it’s too bad that nobody pointed out this to her, when she was alive. Although she did start having a go at my little brother, when we were talking one-day, and I pretty much stopped her in her tracks, I didn’t have any more problems with her regarding my brother, but I don’t think she fully understood what she did; her personal dysfunction. And you know, this is why I have such happy memories of going over to the beach, because grandma usually never accompanied us, it was so nice not to have to listen to anyone bitch about another member of the family or friends (or neighbours). And, someone told me, a guy named Billy Baxter was doing Simon Says, he worked on the radio, apparently. He was from Gunnedah too, I never met him, but I think I saw him in Melbourne when I was there, he was surrounded by about 10 young girls (I would say 10 young bimbos, possibly thieves?). Maybe he wants to be “Billy the Kid”. RACK off. Another theory as to why I am harassed when I go down the street shopping. I suspect it may be to do with eBay, as eBay sellers want to supply goods to me via eBay, so they can make a profit. For instance, some T staples which I need, I can’t purchase them anywhere except for Bunnings, and of course I refuse to go to Bunnings since they steal from me, so I’ve had to buy them on eBay at triple the price. It may be just a conspiracy theory but given the nature of people I wouldn’t be surprised if this is somewhat true. You know, if you feel you need to “help me” when you see me, perhaps you could send donations to my PayPal account; farmplantsandseeds@gmail.com - that would actually be helpful!! Or buy some of my seeds or fabrics. https://www.ebay.com.au/usr/australianbackyardplantsandseeds Or my bathroom needs cleaning, toilet could be due for a scrub! GET REAL!!! I know just writing about nazi behaviour has reduced it. 22. Australian building practises, its renters who get stuck with HOME KILLERS This is how I am dressed atm inside my rental (2021). At night, I can literally feel my head shrinking because of the cold, and the lackadaisical building techniques that Australia allows. Really every single residential home needs to be brick, preferably double brick, in Australia brick has insulating properties that protects people from heat and cold illnesses, and those illnesses are silent killers. Living in a well-insulated house is how to protect yourself against many diseases. (Not to mention the flu virus) The photo showing me all 'rugged' up was taken at Gin Gin in winter, surprisingly, they actually get an occasion mild frost there. But you ought to have seen what I looked like in winter at Gunnedah - literally 7 jumpers, I looked like a sheep ready to be shorn! (lucky I am a knitter). This cold weather allergy is all Centrelink’s fault with forced work at the Nursing home {still affecting me 15yrs later - do you think I am entitled to workers comp HA AS IF}. It is also part caused by substandard housing with little insulation. As this story has had such an impact on my life, I want to repeat myself; about the total scam CENTERLINK Work for The Dole- this is slave labour, there are no ifs and buts about it. If you think it’s your place to tell somebody else what to do with their life, you’re delusional - DELUSIONAL - it is not up to you to decide what somebody else does with their life, get a grip you stupid little girl control freak bimbos. (THEY FORCED ME TO SIGN A FORM STATING IF I GOT SICK I WOULD NOT SUE – -guilty as all hell - I did get sick, big time, (first time in my life due to a burnt throat the season before) and I believe it was a virus given to me deliberately by the dogs (those women at Centrelink ought to be SHOT) at that workplace, a nursing home (age 34), I got sick, and I have been a changed sickly person ever since, whole upper body and memory weakened especially with the onset of cold weather (I’m talking total flip out when I get cold, i.e. before virus; 1 doona, after virus; 4 doonas). I noticed in the first week a change in my memory, my memory had gone out the window within one week of getting sick from glandular fever. 3YRS of mild fever too. Here is a good spot to mention; a few years earlier before this incident, I saw an ad for a Pat Parelli Horsemanship workshop, out past Coolah. (Do you see the dogs). At the time, I thought well that sounds fun, I love horses, so I went, drove down there, but little did I know, out past Coolah (can’t quite remember where it was now (some girls farm)), it was much colder there than in Gunnedah, and from the moment I got out of the car, I was basically freezing - the whole day, freezing. FREEZING. I wanted to stay on though, and hear what they had to say. Because I had a great interest in horses, eventually I left, went home, and had a hot bath. I didn’t get sick, not the flue, nor a cold, nor even a sniffly nose, after enduring 4hrs or so of FREEZING. This tells me, I mean, I knew it already, but this is proof, it’s not the cold that gives you the flu or pneumonia, it’s literally a contagious virus that is the problem. (That horsemanship day was scam, I bet it was Charlotte Powell’s property, Amy Powell was from Coolah – I tell you, obsessed with me) And, in retrospect, the seven games of natural horsemanship is a great philosophy, and there are elements of people out there who really have no idea how to behave around animals, and in fact they’re quite cruel, and they don’t have a caring nature, but they still want to go horse-riding; Pat Parelli’s seven games of natural horsemanship is for them. It is for people who need to learn how to be caring. It would be for Charlotte Powell. I can definitely say, I needed not have bothered to go, this is not something I needed to learn, I already had those attributes. Anyway, why is there no correlation between dementia and viruses? – apparently the virus does not survive in high temperature climates (In India, it is not the turmeric)– move to Darwin if you have never caught a virus and Alzheimer’s runs in your family. I am pretty sure in winter here I can literally feel my head shrinking, and certainly my thinking is slowed in cold temperatures. Oh, one person who had MS, also believes like me, it is triggered from a virus. And Asma/allergies in kids is caused by virus. Actually, as soon as it drops below 20°C, I can feel a change in my head, I become slightly lethargic, that feeling you get when you’re an immune is fighting, it may be confused with feeling hungry/slightly dizzy. So, some people reckon that it’s just an automatic immune response that doesn’t actually mean anything, that your body has been tricked into reacting in a certain way, it’s the same reason why they believe asthmatic people have asthma attacks, it’s just an immune response. I am not sure about this? maybe virus has somehow got in, found your weakness and somehow has made a permanent place for itself in your immune? and when feeling giddy, it is a serious attack on the body and your immune is fighting it. That’s why you can feel it. So, the experts don’t know what exactly your immune is fighting, and why cold weather triggers some sort of bad reaction (try sitting in a waiting room under the air con – what a disaster! - of course my burnt damaged throat allows the ‘badies’ in) Although, at least I’m not in Gunnedah still, it’s much colder in Gunnedah - at night, at times it got so cold I could literally hear my brain slowing right down, my thought process was in ‘slow motion’, it was quite bizarre. Later I was told that this happens in Antarctica; a couple of researchers were down there, and they experienced the same thing when they were outside doing their checks. It’s a known phenomenon that happens in cold weather – although obviously the Gunnedah temperature would be considerably warmer than Antarctica, which tells me, there’s definite weird problem going on, as far as I’m concerned. It was triggered by a virus (100% sure about this), plus, I believe it was given to me deliberately (that last deliberate part, may be debatable, some people in high places said they would know about it if that was happening, but I am not so sure….) - signed the form so I would not sue them. They knew at least if you work there, you will get sick. Not sure what they were so worried about, no lawyer in Australia would sue Centrelink anyway, lawyers in Australia are all way too whipped. Did Centrelink think I was going to win the lottery, so I could afford a fancy $50,000 lawyer to sue them? “That girl has definitely got a chance of winning the lottery…..“ lol, well, you know what there’s hope then, if the government, thinks that I might have a chance of winning the lottery, there’s hope!! I have to update this in 2025 because I found a place further north my head no longer gets giddy in winter although I do still have to sleep with a beanie on in winter but it is a fantastic spot and I can't believe my luck and fortune. So in Gunnedah and all other rentals since, (since it is cheap rentals that have the worst insulation ), those homes did not have sufficient heating, and this probably perpetuated my 'cold allergy'. Plus I also realise that food and diet has a lot to do with coping with illness, the better you eat the better, the better your body can deal with sickness. And from looking at my little pussycat; the better you eat, the longer you will live, regardless of what's wrong with you. I do suspect my mother who was adopted at age 2, was nutritionally starved before she was adopted, and this played a role in her illness. And in fact anyone who has dementia I suspect it can be traced right back to from when they were in the womb and pour nutrition, particularly people who went through the war, and went through periods of starvation. Just a feeling and somewhere along the lines of Socrates. 23. Poor Renters in Australia 🎻Monday, 7 August 2023 (I pretty much update this every time they steal something precious to me) As I watched my current landlord farmer one Saturday (2019) drive by my cottage in his cattle truck, down the hill then back around past my house again, REPEATEDLY – ALLDAY, (what a nutter), I decided, as a lifelong 45yr old female renter, I would compose a list of hardships that renters have to endure. Aside from that kind of obvious car nuisance harassment. 1. Landlords coming around when it pleases them to go on personal power trips about irrelevant issues, male landlords especially. (Darcy Ward, Steve Carter – not even my landlord). Female ones wanting me and everyone to be like her child, so she can boss them – weird. GO AWAY. 2. Once I had a female landlord (not mentioning any names, Julie Knapman) that kicked me out because she only wanted cash (she was screwing the government), and the other main reason (as I was paying cash, I just did not want to and asked to do it by bank transfer – same as how EVERYBODY else does it), was because I was happy. It really ticked her off every time we spoke, so she kicked me out, jealous! As I was moving from their house, she was in a car and she kind of chased me down the driveway and pushed me off the road into the paddock, what a total dog nutter. LITTLE GIRL Plus, I’m 100% sure she and her daughter used to go to the house when I wasn’t there and have a nosy around, she used to freak my cat out, and they killed the unusual spider who lived at the front door. I have cameras now so my landlord can’t do that, but I wish I had one installed when I was there - I would put it up on the Internet to show everyone what she was really like, and the kind of things that I have to put up with as a renter. And, now, I try not to personally attack anyone on my blog unless they’re a thief, or if I am returning the favour – RIGHT BACK AT YOU. But I had turned one bedroom into a walk-in closet, (btw, see how to do this in my Renters walk-in closet story – no structural change ofcourse), I turned the huge living room into a craft room and the other huge living room into my bedroom, it was a good-sized house (read my Tulcumbah photo story). I just turned it into my kind of ‘lifestyle’ house, rather than a family house for kids, GUESSS WHAT people who do not have kids, can do this). Plus, also I don’t drink or spend any money on any other vices, (as a mature Australian adult I’m well familiar with the Australian culture, but imagine if one day as a grown adult a little fairy godmother came along and gave you all the money in your life that you have spent on booze, you’d have heaps, wouldn’t you? well that’s me all the time!!). So, she’s another woman who can’t understand the fact that I don’t have kids, and I’m not married, she can’t stand the fact that I’m happy because of it, that is a concept she just doesn’t like, but she subconsciously realizes the benefits of both those things and resents it, she’s jealous. Typical Australian woman - jealous bitch. I am, quite frankly, fed up with being blamed for situations just like this not working out, when I am not to blame, I had to leave because of her dysfunction, NOT MINE. Infact at least 6 places I have rented, this has been the case, their problems, not mine. (Stop breeding WAKE UP! Any more than 2 creates health problems anyway; women, start showing signs of intelligence, please!). 3. Then there is the issue of using grey water on the garden, landlords expect tenants to pay for pipes and plumbing to do that, I have spent $1000’s on other people’s grey water systems, and then they ask me to leave when lease expires – it is unfair. One house had all its grey water empty onto the side passageway outside the yard on the street, causing major drainage problems and grass issues in a little patch, then they withheld bond as the grass was so long there (unbelievable theft, Elders Gladstone, Tamara Smitz, Lacey Bimrose combined with the Builyan police power trippers, who I later discovered had been sneaking in to my house while I slept and stealing.)) 4. Same house, the water in the kitchen was so bad I could not drink it, I had to use laundry water that had town water connected - the landlord simply refused to fix rusty old leaky tank. 5. Maintenance is a huge issue; I have not had one landlord who has been prepared to fix rusty leaky gutters (Except Ernie!). On rain water reliant houses, this is vital maintenance. (One house had 1 tank that leaked badly, it is really unacceptable to offer a house with no drinking water) and I might mention, unacceptable to offer a house with dam water for a garden, then not actually connect it. (Alistair Darcy Ward) infact another weird thing that at least 3 of my landlords have done is told me there’s plenty of water available for gardening, only when I moved in, I discovered that in 2 of those, not only has there NOT been plenty of water, but there hasn’t actually been ANY water at all. LIARS. {And the 3rd one, in the last five months straight there has been NONE either}. I know real estate agents do this when they’re trying to sell land too – make it look all lush, when in reality it only looks like that after drought breaking rain every 7yrs or so. So, my landlord has decided that they too will lie to tenants! Either there’s water or there isn’t; You can’t say there’s water when there’s not - don’t be dishonest. 6. One landlord used to go through my stuff when I was not there and steal, once he not only stole my pliers, but he angled them under my car tyre, so when I reversed, it punctured the tyre. (Peter Long, and I think he was incahoots with my jobs provider, Graham Kent and Courtney Lang? Egging each other on - both no conviction) Common problem of landlords snooping around (break and enter with their own copy of the key). Actually, I think I have only had 1 landlord that did not do that (lovely Italian couple down at Pendle Hill) (change locks when you move in, no copy to landlord – they DO come in without permission, even though that’s illegal to do. (Course, change back when leave). 7. Adult kids of landlords coming round and stealing – HUGE PROBLEM, Long/Ferguson/Ward, all infact. No conviction. Neighbourhood stealing too, copycats; general disrespect. Infact entering the house when I am not there and stealing is so rife as a renter, by not only landlords and their kids, but also their kid’s friends, plus neighbours, who like to play stupid games like “big brother”, (“we’ll save you landlord” – imaginary wars – there is major dysfunction in suburbia), and the kids who live next door, and NUMEROUS other people who all arrogantly think they are entitled to just waltz in and help themselves to my things. HUGE PROBLEM. HUGE. {Little birdy told me it is related to my school days, as at school the house mistress’s went through all the girls dorms every few weeks, they called in “Dorm Search”, looking for reasons to expel or discipline in some way. Basically, they were perverts, so all the girls (the stupid ones), now think it is perfectly OK to go through someone else’s living quarters. It is so widespread, that I guess personal privacy is ‘a thing’ in many family situations. Families of perverts. Yuk. {The girl who steals my essential oils – you are a pervert.} 8. One house in Petersham, Sydney had a house next door that had an open pipe in it that the people in that house could see directly into my window, which would’ve been a bedroom but I turned it into a sewing room. I could hear them, I think it was two young teenage boys that were gagging and carrying on, being able to see this young woman without her knowing. So disgusting! Another neighbour, or those 2 boys stole my handbag from my house one night. I remember seeing this short blonde girl walk by one day, she yelled out some sort of abuse at me – she was dog nuts, and I think this is the same girl I saw in Melbourne who was apparently my flatmates girlfriend. Major dog stalker, I am thinking some famous persons daughter? She seems to be protected. Seriously she needs to be locked up, or at the very least kept on a leash. This is the reason why you ought not have kids unless you can afford to buy them a house when they turn 18, just not worth it, otherwise. The world is full of SCUM PERVERTS. 9. Renters are often forced to be transient, this creates all sorts of social ‘displaced’ problems, for instance in one suburb I moved to, I could not open the windows, as not only did the neighbors kids climb in and steal things, but the teenage boys jump up to peer in and spy on me (disgusting) - Neighbours hate newcomers, they automatically hate them before they even know you. They hate people they don’t know; they hate single women who do not have a husband, and they especially hate unemployed ones. In each neighbourhood I have had to live in, it’s always the same, maybe one in 100 people may treat you with an ounce of respect, but not usually. I have many instances, stories, names I could name, but today I am just going to name 3 neighbors at Colosseum who would be known in the community to be nice, respected upright law-abiding citizens, however I know them to be disgusting, unaccepting, disrespectful hateful people: Bev and Bevan Ross, and Glen Blackburn. 10. Another issue is backyards, when the tenant is renting, they should be able to do as they wish with the backyard, i.e., plant a vege patch, maybe some fruit trees if there is room and a long lease. While they pay for the property, it is up to them what they do with it, if they do not wish to mow lawns, then that is their prerogative, unless there are special inclusions that are SPOKEN prior to signing lease (Verbally stated - I keep writing this “verbally spoken”, as in stated out loud and discussed with the future tenant, so that the tenant fully understands a major condition of living there. – this part keeps being deleted, so I’m going to write it 3 times “verbally stated”, “verbally stated”, “verbally stated”) In fact, it’s my experience that half the rules in the lease, the actual landlord doesn’t give a toss about - it’s the rental girl who’s got a b in her bonnet about all of those rules. Which is why it’s really important that all of them are discussed. Most renters do not bother reading fine print. Plus, I would say, all of the landlords I have encountered, if they were given an ultimatum before I moved in; I’m not going live here if you want me to mow your lawns - then the landlord would’ve said (pretty sure, it would have been 10 out of 10) “oh okay that’s fine you don’t have to”. It’s really only the Real Estate rental girl, at the end, when they leave, who has the issue, and will say to the landlord, oh well you should withhold the bond because they didn’t mow the lawns, and even though the landlord wasn’t really too concerned about it in the first place, but when they see there’s an option to get several hundred dollars of the bond - they go “oh okay” - it’s plain theft, and I’m having a crackdown on dodgy rental girls they are young, manipulative and stupid. If you rent a house for the sole purpose of wanting the lawns mowed, then the landlord ought to be paying the tenant to do so, the going rate for lawn mowing is $60/hr. Landlords should not have powers to ‘use’ tenants like this. {btw, I did not really have any issues with the lawn in any rental, just using it as an example – the dogs have MANY such rules.} 11. And, common problem for me is gardening, with being harassed by neighbours who are friends with landlord while out in the yard; common dog problem. General disrespect from the locals. “we’re watching you” 12. It is none of a landlord’s business how much furniture a tenant has – NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. And tenants do not wish to have the landlord’s spare furniture in their home. REMOVE IT, all of it. 13. If the landlord only wants to rent the house for short periods, like 6mnths, this needs to be disclosed to tenant, as it is a monumental task to move house, apparently it is one of the most stressful times for a person (and as having to move for the 5th time in less than 12 months due to reasons OUT of my control - I assure you it is beyond stressful, and physically straining for mature adults). So, lying landlords about lease is common. (Elders and Ward) 14. I have to mention carpet in rentals, only a landlord that lacks monumental amounts of common-sense would put carpet in a rental. 15. Another stressful issue for me as a tenant was living somewhere for 10 years, then being asked to leave. I mean that is my home and where I had my life including my business, and I was just kicked out when landlord sold it, easy as pie for the landlord. My life was snatched away from me. Not sure what they can do about that, but it is a hardship. 16. Another thing is cost for unemployed people. Did you know unemployment is $327 less each fortnight than a pensioner? An unemployed person on Centrelink benefits cannot afford to pay more than $180/week, anymore and they will not be able to eat 3 meals a day or pay car rego / electricity etc. There are very limited free-standing houses at that price, and most of them appear like they are “drug houses” fit for only people who are looser junkies. There are a lot of single unemployed older ladies who are not junkies and require a more ‘hopeful” quality of life. 17. Don’t get me started on the cost of ink and printers for their last century forms. I can’t believe how many Real Estates don’t know about online digital forms, or simply sending pdfs that DO NOT REQUIRE A PASSWORD. Businesses these days who want you to fill in PDF’s, do it digitally, so you can either download a digital form or you can fill it out in their browser, it’s really easy and it saves printing out literally dozens, if not, sometimes hundreds of pieces of paper, especially when only a signature or even an initial is required per page. I mean, there is the application form, 9 pages. The lease, 11 pages, not to mention all the terms and conditions, and other special clauses, and forms for each agent, there are literally dozens of forms, I have to print out because hillbilly Real Estates still haven’t cottoned on to the Digital age. You know it cost $44 to replace the ink on a typical low-income HP printer, 1 rental requires at least ¼ to ½ of that ink, so if I had need to put in multiple applications on different properties - it’s way too expensive not to mention wasteful. Then there’s the $100’s of dollars added on to each move, in the form of hiring a truck ($2500 last time, $4000 time before that, and $1400 the time before…I won’t even mention what professional removalists charge!) and as of late, most rentals only want short term anyway, so it is constant moving and wasting my money. 18. One of the biggest problems is pets. Do you actually know anyone that doesn’t have a pet? It is unacceptable asking for ‘no pets’ on any rental. It’s not a question of allowed /not allowed, it’s none of the landlord’s business what the tenant does /doesn’t do, or how they live their life. NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Don’t be so blonde Nazi. (realesate.com, at least 95% of listings state NO PETS, still) I should mention, ages ago, my folks, after dad’s mum died, purchased a rental in Wilga St, Gunnedah, for a very brief time; after the first lot of tenants left, they went in to have a look, I kid you not, as soon as they entered, the whole floor of the living room was gone (hardwood floor) and you could see the dirt! yes, I’m sure the $400 bond would have covered that! NOT. (That would be ‘the powers that be’ in Gunnedah giving my dad bad renters, because he was new in town – they know who the dodgy ones are, gossipying little girls.) That ended dads attempt at being a landlord! Oh, no, wait, that’s right, he sold it and purchased some land in Queensland; he was talked into it by their new friends the Henry’s. I'm not really sure why he would possibly have done that, it was in a remote part with no power or water, he had to pay rates on it every year. Queensland housing and land didn't really start to go up until the 2000's and if he had kept it that whole time he would've paid way excess in rates. As it was, there was major depreciation, it was a total bad investment, he ended selling that too, after still losing $1000’s in yearly rates. I guess, they didn't have my realestate.com back then. So there gone my future house.  19. OMG - bathrooms that slope out to the corridor!! Every bathroom on every rental built before 2020 – so bad! Please, go see The Block, see how it’s done! – floor has to slope towards drain. 20. I have to mention windows and security, if a door or flyscreen can be easily pried off or cut to gain entrance, IT WILL BE, THEY DO IT, every house I have lived in, neighbourhood thieves, not to mention organized petty crime rings, will break in, even sometimes just to snoop around, sometimes they take ‘souvenirs’. Proper security screens on all doors/windows are a must in rentals. From now on I will not look twice at a rental that does not have security. 21. Inspections should not be allowed by owners or realtors; it is a total invasion of privacy and a total power tripping exercise for the estate agent and or the typical middle-class landlord. By law, they can do it every 3mnths, as it is written into a standard form 18a lease. That’s unacceptable – ridiculous. Especially taking photos of all the tenants stuff inside house. Do those rental ‘lease rule makers’, not know about the pervy tyrannical power trippin’ nature of women? OUTRAGEOUS. AND, how come they’re allowed to do inspections, but why is there no compulsory inspections by building inspectors for basic standards of living?? I can assure you if there was, this current building, would have failed and have been BULLDOZED by now, 2022). 22. After having so many landlords now, there’s a major problem with snobbery, most landlords particular ones in Gunnedah think that people who rent are inferior to them. It really is a form of racism - superiority complex! Some landlords I know, and I’m thinking of two in particular here - they’re absolute complete doofusheads, and they would be totally lost if they weren’t married. They would not last 2 seconds without their wives due to their incompetence and general thoughtlessness, yet both those men looked down upon a renter, with passive disrespect, no matter what their capabilities. So, you need to throw out these stupid feelings of superiority thanks very much. And hey, buffoon head, I know you can hear me. 23. DISRESPECTFUL landlords, although, I have found male landlords are far more respectful than females, infact, I find this in general, a weakness of women, they are by nature, disrespectful and selfish – VAIN. Attitude problem in regards to renters: “2nd class people”; so, omit basic house amenities, like fans, aircons, flyscreens, properly functioning working doors, steps…… I have noticed, of late, selfishness, greed and money are the no 1 priority for most landlords, more so than providing a dwelling for another human. Such a lack of empathy. Really only wanting to provide a “stopover” for someone, rather than a safe place to call home. Majority of landlords lie to facilitate this. Birdy said, the ‘ugly’s’ are forced to be gypsies. 24. Btw, in a standard lease on a rental, there is 1 ‘pro-tenant’ paragraph (just 1 “pro”); “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.” {If this is not provided, I personally consider landlord in breach of contract, and inept to me, regardless if the case is brought before a court. (If it was brought before a court, the tenant would still lose, they make it so, at court, at Qcat anyway). That means practically ALL my landlords from David and Brenda onwards -in dept to me.} Stealing is a breach of reasonable peace, comfort or privacy. Switching my electricity off is an interference with the reasonable peace, comfort or privacy. At least 3 of my landlords have done this, and on a regular basis. 25. Just remembered something else: by law a neighbour has to advise its neighbour if they are aerial spraying poisons. I have had at least 2 farmer landlords that did not bother advising me, they are so arrogant, they thought, oh, she’s no-one, just a renter, no need to warn her. And on one of those occasions the pilot saw me out the back of the house and deliberately flew over to me, and directly sprayed over me then over the house/roof where my drinking water collects, (a 1km deviation from his paddock) toxic stink! This happened twice, the 2nd time, they used pyrethrum. (Bret Knapman and David Heywood - and because those owners didn’t bother to show me any respect by warning me of such things, their kids, and those young stupid cocky pilots see that behaviour, and this is why they sprayed over me, because the landlord ‘set the bar’. Stupid arsholes. Copycat problems. Also “fumigation” is a problem, especially on poorly constructed dwelling that have holes and then bugs – they spray poison which in turn causes sickness. I wrote a whole story about the Sarina unit on my blog…. 26. On one rental, I wanted to confirm that the person I spoke to was indeed the owner of the home, {as I’ve actually been sent on a wild goose chase’s in the past, from someone over the phone}, and this rental was 2hrs away to see before I decided. So, I phoned Bundaberg Council and I told them who the owner was, and they confirmed, yes, it’s true. However, I phoned council a couple of years later to see whether I could get someone to deem the house liveable or unliveable, same house (this by the way, is more of the poppycock rubbish renters have to go through, because my landlord wanted me to leave 6 months before the lease expired, so she has come up with a cockanninnie excuse of ‘unliveable’, so I need proof to say to the court, oh but wait, she’s a greedy liar, it is ‘liveable’ – which eventually I did – she lost after I had to spend weeks researching all the rental rules). Anyway, the point of the story is, that Council then told me, that there’s no way they could tell me if there had been a change of ownership in my rental house, and he was actually implying that there had been, but when I asked him about it he said he can’t say anything due to very strict privacy laws, and if I asked him if he could confirm or deny who the owner is, if I told him the owner, he said NO he most certainly could not do that. HE COULD NOT ADVISE THE NAME OF MY RENTAL’S OWNER. I suspect that person I spoke to at council, Steve Percell is lying (?); there’s no reason why as a renter, I can’t know who the owner of the home is!! Infact to not advise a tenant of who actually owns the house they are living in – if requested, is morally wrong, it lends itself to enabling extreme control obsessions. Has no one seen the movie “Single White female”? They get OBSESSED! So not sure if this is a rule that needs to be changed or he was lying, or the girl I spoke to initially was lying? {A dog from Telstra – they often put me through to stupid dogs who pretend to be someone else. I wrote a whole story about the Telstra antics on my blog….} 27. Also, the option of Body Corporates is, well, plain bad for a renter, they especially, like to come up with nazi rules, not to mention extreme overcharge annual rates. Any rental with a Body Corporate, ought to be avoided. This applies to any home purchase with a Body Corporate too. 28. Lastly, I want to state something about a landlords intentions, over a tenants – there are some members of the community who will NOT listen to anything a tenant says, they will give them no heed at all, just ignore them, but, imply the landlord, gets to make any decision about the tenant – I can’t believe what a problem this has been. Such stupidity in the community. I have many examples, but I will give 1; my bottle of used Bleach was stolen at my new address near Mackay. I had a mould problem at this new address so sprayed the bathroom with it, but - it didn’t really work; it made no difference to the mould, so I thought it must just be painting stain on the walls and not mould. But a few months later, I decided that there were definitely other areas in the bathroom, that was mould, and I needed some bleach, so after discovering my bleach was stolen, I purchased some more. I used the new bleach on the mould, plus also I sprayed the ‘paint stain’ area too, just for good measure. And well, lo and behold, it kills ALL the mould in a matter of seconds. So, the bleach they gave me before just didn’t work! Faulty bleach? I don’t think so, my theory is, and this is so typical of stupid dogs; what they did was listened to the ‘intentions’ of my previous landlord, as it was a green eco-village there, and my landlord, was opposed to chemicals of any sort, - she had no common sense whatsoever, and was a pothead. Such irony. And now, I am a very ‘green’ person, but when it comes to mould, bleach or vinegar is the best solution, as it kills it pretty much straight away, and has minimal impact on the environment because you just spray it onto the mould area and leave it, that’s it, simple. So, the supermarket dogs, saw bleach in my trolley at checkout, and must have thought, oh well, her landlord does not want any chemicals at that address, so, we’ll just swap this bleach over for watered bleach that will not work. It was covid19 times when I purchased that other bleach. There was a bleach shortage. But damn those stupid supermarket thieving dogs. In conclusion, if you have to rent EVER in life – you are a victim. Every time you hear a news story which describes some sort of difficulty and unavailability of rentals due to shortages; when all the landlords hear this, they will be really pleased, because they know they have a guaranteed rental supply, and they can probably put their rents up too. In fact I think sometimes when I hear those stories, the news people are specifically talking to the rich people “good news folks!”. So do not have kids, not having anywhere to live makes it not worth it. No money; then don’t have kids. I’ve noticed people who rent all their life, by the time they reach 50, they are considerably more pissed off, and don’t feel they are quite so ‘lucky’ to be alive, than people who don’t rent. I really feel the government needs to intervene, otherwise peoples greed for rent money is so overconsuming, that a renters hardships are akin to war time. When infact it is peace time in our country, and has been for many decades. Plus, Australia is an affluent country. {One of my pet peeves: hearing rich people telling a poor person to stop complaining}. So far, the government has not done anything to help renters, infact they have done the opposite, so today it is more difficult, more expensive than EVER before. Although, apparently in 2024 the gov brought around some changes to make landlords fix problems, quicker. Plus a few other changes to make it more amenable to renters. But I still feel a renter is like a small seal who gets tossed round by the big whales. You should do everything in your power when you’re young, to make sure you don’t have to rent. You can’t live a proper life if you have to keep paying rent to somebody else. Renters get a very poor deal, and I don’t really see anybody out there standing up for them, which is why I’ve written this, I did have it on social media a couple of years ago, but I was banned. { “oh no! someone who can think, what are we to do? she wasn’t even elected into power, how can we let her put up these thoughts and ideas out there - no no, it’s out of the question, get rid of her”. True.} 24. Dream Watchers, I Mean Perverts I was just going through my list of stolen items to see if I could mark off any items that have been mysteriously returned... and I saw, I mentioned, when I was living at Colosseum, and when a few items were stolen, at that time, there were people lurking about, I heard 2 female voices outside my window, one night in my shade house (they stole some of my plants plus a 40L black storage box – with Gunnedah 18 Henry st, written on the side). I remembered then, also that there was a girl down the paddock too during the day, I heard someone, it might have been Tania Poschalk and Belinda Kristensen, the only people I knew in the area, or it could have been someone from Facebook, as I was selling my plants - they saw and they came and took. {not that I gave out my address, but it was a small community and a lot of people (women) make it their business to know other people’s business NOSY BITCHES.} actually I suspect my landlords wife, Julie Ward – no conviction. So, you might read this, and be kind of concerned, and think there were ghosts around, (I know there are some people that actually think that…) or I was delusional and hearing voices, (I know there are some people who think that aswell – idiots (Sharon Morgan) as my location were quite remote. So, I thought I should say, I wasn’t concerned at all when I heard these girls voices, because this is a really common for me, maybe it sounds weird to you but ever since I was 18, I’ve had people hang around my house at night. It happened in Gunnedah after I came home from school from Armidale, (and in retrospect, in Armidale at boarding school, I would’ve had, -I did have problems with the house mistresses – so there would have been housemistress’s (Cathy Goldman) hanging around at night too, I have some vague memories of part dreams and incidences involving them). And when I moved to Sydney - way more people. I think in Petersham, where I lived briefly, at one point they would’ve been at least 100 people outside on a nightly basis, - I usually just sleep through whatever is going on outside, seriously, I used to pay no attention to what other people were doing, none, not really a ‘people person’. I firmly believe this is one part about me that has kept me sane, -as you get older, I think it’s normal for people to be more observant of what’s going on and more understanding of what’s going on, I’m pretty sure when I was young, I didn’t have much of an understanding of what goes on in life (it’s all bad)). After that theft at Colosseum, I put a cctv on my shade house. Goddam thieving women. But on one night at Petersham, I was awoken because there was a loud thump on the door. I got up, opened the door, I was half asleep and squinty, a big bright light shone right in my face, and it was the police, they said; Did you call the police mam, I said, “no I did not call the police, I do not have a phone, I’d just been asleep, only woken now.” (Later on, I thought I might have had a vague memory of having a dream before I was woken up, of me saying “call the police” in my dream, because someone was annoying the crap out of me! -which would’ve been all the voices I heard outside in the garden, the hordes of people (a garden shared by 4 units), but it was a dream, I really didn’t call anyone, I didn’t actually have a phone, I was literally asleep and probably snoring -it was like someone was perving on my dreams, and facetiously called the police on my behalf (without my permission or knowledge). I had a similar dream some yrs later, after I moved back up to Gunnedah and onto a farm – where I did actually get a cat!! My cat had kittens, seven of them, and one night they’re all in my bed, the mother too, so 8 cats! They were purring madlyhappily, and I was asleep, and so I started dreaming that all my kittens were going to go up to heaven! as I knew I would be annoyed if I was awoken. This is kind of a very cheeky dream because obviously I didn’t want to kill my cats or want them dead! but they were annoying me because they were purring so loudly and would soon awaken me. Lol! So, that dream it’s kind of exactly the same thing as dreaming about calling the police, as there is too much noise going on, and I would be soon awoken. I know image transfer is common, and I’m a visual person, some people can see, some people can’t. Some people can see, but don’t know it, (actually I think probably everyone can see, but they don’t know it, as it is often a subconscious thing – and most people are “sleeping beauties”. The irony of the whole mental asylums is bordering on the point of ridiculousness at this juncture. So, some of those people give me problems in life, I call them dogs, they attack like dogs, they are non-thinking and stupid. Some see very well, and ‘play’. I recall at school, once, we were on an excursion in a commercial kitchen, we were having a tour. And we went past the chocolate sauce area, the guy stopped and explained in great detail about how the chocolate sauce is distributed etc, then we moved onto the next thing. But I was so mad, because we were standing around looking at chocolate sauce for what seemed an eternity, and we weren’t allowed to have any!! I was mad mad mad, so mad, that in my mind I picked up the whole kitchen bench and threw it at the guy who was doing the tour, and, I kid you not, the guy looked at me with a cheeky grin and then he ducked!! Like he could tell the difference between reality and a projected image! One stupid woman dog attacked me, when she could see me with scissors chopping up all her fabrics. I actually wasn’t doing it, I was just imagining it, - {I amuse myself constantly!}, But she literally couldn’t tell the difference between reality and a projected image from someone else (some people can’t tell the difference between their own inner voice, and someone else’s inner voice too, some dangerous territory – they think it’s God). A lot of people are like this. Those people should watch out, because attacking like that stupid woman, one day someone’s going to bite you back. And I deeply resented her attack, I wish she was dead then, and still do – note, all this time I wished her dead, but I haven’t killed her, not even seeked revenge. I later saw that one on the ABC- bimbo nazihead. I think the ABC do rewards for bad behaviour, or at any rate, like to employ stupid dogs. Anyway, this night after the police asked me if I called them, I looked around in my squinty vision, and there’s dozens of people literally staring at me, they were all in my garden, and all out on the street, (it was a divided {1} house complex, there were four other units in 1 house (ridiculous real-estate greed)). I was in my nighty – they were staring at me in my nighty, squinting. It was humiliating. I had no idea what was going on out there, except I thought it was some sort of party, or more like social gathering, as there was no music or booze. And I am not a party girl type of person at all, I have mention, I don’t drink, or do drugs or go out to pubs and clubs, or really socialize at all, except for at work with work colleagues. So, seeing all those people was actually quite disturbing. It’s like they were doing the ‘opposite’ of what makes me happy and comfortable, it was a form of unbearable torture. I did not really understand about images back then, AS NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT. I suspect that’s why they hung around at night rather than day, to see dreams. And this why no one is held accountable, and can be sued. It’s like a deliberate form of bullying that they can easily get away with. The radio, JJJ, was involved. Not really sure what the attraction was, because it’s not like I was living this perfect life, and having these idyllic dreams, infact I recall having quite a few nightmares at that time! Sweaty. I was designing clothes at Grave Attire – gothic shop. I did have a happy childhood; I suspect this has a lot to do with it. So, you know, this is typical that people hang outside my house, (it happened at Hornsby and Pendle Hill too). I have people who follow me when I drive too – they think someone is going to see an image and crash, the people that follow me around, harass me, torment me, are facetious, controlling, manipulative, dishonest and liars. How dare they follow me around. Have they no idea what that would be like; if you were being followed around everywhere you went, and not overtly, but secretly on the sly? Like Co-conspiring behind my back, is a form of bullying. I can’t begin to explain the problems that would arise from this kind of situation - truly I am surrounded by stupid greedy moron bimbo bitches. I want compensation. Back then we didn’t have camera phones, but I would’ve liked to get a shot of all these people just hanging outside my house, as some sort of proof in case anyone here doesn’t believe me, although I think you can plainly see I have no reason to lie, and photos too, of all the other times when there was only one or two, or when the salesgirl from Harvey Norman was hiding behind the bushes, so I could post to you now, so you can see this strange and secretive phenomenon, -and it has been going on over many years, and so there would be quite a few people that have hung outside my house now, like as in I would say, 1000’s of people. All those people involved have given me permission to tell the rest of the world – to go fuck yourselves. That too would have intrigued the police if they were driving by “what are all those people doing there?” And that was one of the huge reasons and bonuses of why I moved on to a remote farm, in the country, it was only lucky that my parents lived in the country, and we had friends and acquaintances in a rural area, otherwise I would be truly stuck, because slipping into country life is not something that is easily done, rural people are very sceptical of outsiders. But after I moved out there, it was bliss, finally I could have some peace and quiet at night - which I more or less did (aside from those grievances that have been discussed on this website.) Once at Bulga Farm, I woke up to see my peacock running around the garden with something in its mouth, on closer inspection, I was to discover it was a used condom! Yuk. I suspect it was Robert Cull’s son!) After about 18 years I was forced to move out of Gunnedah, I was ‘cast out’ – due to this very issue, people cannot handle a single lady. I am now 1500km away in QLD. (I’m really old now, 49 – I suspect age has a lot to do with it, a woman on her own in her 20’s is a spectacle for some people – retarded people, people who work as radio DJS are stupid, this is their nature, and to entertain other likeminded stupid people.) Aside from my neighbours, I’ve only heard a few people hanging about in QLD, and one of those times it could’ve just been someone walking down the Fire trail. (Although I did suspect at one point someone put a phone somewhere under the house, so I could hear them on speaker occasionally? People are really fucked. – BTW it is NOT ok for you to lurk outside my house while I sleep and perv on my dreams, nor to just sit outside across from my house staring in for hours, nor is it ok to walk up and down past my house all night. Are you stupid? (I feel like John Malkovich from the movie “Being John Malkovich”-I wonder if they’ve changed it, edited it….) Although I know they can see things that happened in my past this way, things that I can’t remember, as I was too young, or things I may not have put together or noticed back then. This is how they discovered what happen re the NEGS kneeling thing and the evil terrorist Mr Cone, the school principal at Limbri school, and plenty of other things. They have looked back at every birthday party I had as a child too….and this is not something that is done formerly like at an appointment with a specialist. See someone is always watching you idiot thieves. By the way, when I was living at Gin Gin, someone told me that the reason why I can't "see", is because my father used to drink, like even before I was born, too much, it affected his DNA. At the time, well I thought, it was actually pretty healthy and normal not to have "visions" so to speak, in your head! But I realise now, it was just those stupid bitchy dogs trying to save themselves, and the real reason why I can't "see", is because I apply common sense, and choose not to live in somebody else's dreamworld. I'm the sane one! And I like it that way. I believe those people who follow me around to perv inside my head, have a dysfunction, it's kind of like the same as if they were addicted to drugs; wanting to live in somebody else's dreamworld - they have huge problems, (stemming from stupidity.) So, to those stupid QLD police who thought I was delusional, nuts, and hearing voices, you have absolutely no idea, you are completely clueless, you should just quit and go home. And get the fuck away from me. You too, naive mental health workers. Get the fuck away. You can’t control everyone. 25. FOMO - I know this may seem greatly offensive, but I feel it really needs to be said, it is my duty, since I am pretty sure no one else is going to have the audacity. If you’re a single woman with a child, I’m sorry, but you fall into the “completely stupid” category. First of all, you would’ve had a child out of fear - fear of being alone, fear of not having anyone to talk to, fear for not having anyone to look after you when you’re old, fear of not being the same as other women, fear of missing out. Not to mention, the ‘husband substitute’. There is also the reason of ‘playing sides’; the mother wants someone to be on her side, so she can gang up on husband or even other child, or extended family members, with her own child. Finally, she can have someone on her side. And ofcourse, the number one nazi reason, needing to have someone to ‘boss’ about and control – a subordinate. ALL ridiculous reasons for having a child, TRULY – this is not why you ought to have kids. (Oh, and the woman who brings foetus to birth, because it just happened; something started to grow, suddenly she had a big belly, and they could not be bothered to think about it, or think about doing something about it before it was too late – OMG – too bimbo to talk about any more). GUESS WHAT, no need to feel alone ever - you may not have noticed, but your never alone, ever, it is all a state of mind. And so, after becoming a single mother, then you wonder why it’s a struggle, and you don’t have enough to eat, and why are you getting ostracised from the community. You made a stupid decision, and now you have to live with it. IT TAKES Ying and Yang, to raise a child - male and female influence. Put your ego aside ladies and stop breeding like rabbits, you silly twits. Please note: I would never ostracise a stupid women for having a child if I saw one. She has made her decision, now she has to live with it. Btw, I believe all those above reason why a woman has kids, also applies to married ones. And, someone told me, it is common within a marriage also, for the husband to pressure the wife into having multiple kids so his ego can be passed on. Stand strong against your spouse’s egotistical pressures!! (In my family, it was my mum who pressured dad into having multiples!) (Take up gardening – far more enjoyable, less expensive!) I recall a high school teacher telling me that some of the year 10, 11, and 12 girls, were deliberately getting pregnant, so they could get the then Baby Bonus from the government, which was $5000 cash when baby was born! Stupid libs, they don’t know how naive young women are, how they are incapable of thinking and planning ahead due to their inexperience. And no one tells them, that unless they have a clear set path of 3 meals a day for the next 20 years, then they should not even contemplate having kids. How about that for REAL disgrace. I believe the Baby Bonus has been scrapped (thanks to Julia Gillard, hooray), the previous politicians seemed to be under the impression that Australia needs to populate, well WRONG, this is not the 50s any more. Australia needs to curb its population; we have run out of water, or at any rate, send people up to the far North, like Cook Town, hardly anyone up there. {And stop wanting your investment housing prices to skyrocket – plain greed.} I know there’s women out there who start off with a husband, then have kids, but things go awry, they get divorced, or he dies, and she’s left on her own with the kids. The thing is, if she had of known she would end up on her own, she probably would not have the kids in the first place. I mean, what’s the point, on your own. The husband is designed to bring home the bacon, so then the mother can get on with the feeding and raising, it’s a common-sense situation. So, I’m thinking there should be insurance against “husband loss”, and actually I can’t believe that there isn’t already insurance for it. There seems to be insurance for everything else, so why not this tragedy. (I know some things are hard to hear, but there is still more; I personally believe husbands in long term marriages, who run off with younger women, do so, because that is the nature of a paedophile; wanting to be around naive young women, who don’t know how bad/evil/difficult life is.) Unfortunately, I can’t take credit for having that stunning Acacia in my garden - part of the much-desired cognata hybrids 26. Moving to a Big City When I was in year 10, my mother suggested I go and speak to the school careers counsellor, to get some advice on what I should do after I left school. (Kind of the WHOLE point of school). So, I went and spoke with her, her name was Dr Scarf, and well, what happened, was strange - she basically refused to help me, her exact words “I can’t help you”, she insisted I leave her office. She was such a bitch. I’m not sure what her issue with me was, I certainly wasn’t rude to her in any way, maybe she just didn’t like me, but she would have nothing to do with me. I mean, I could cry blatant discrimination, but I’m not entirely sure what she was discriminating against? She should certainly not have worked at that school; she certainly should have not been a careers counsellor. BTW, that was the same woman who used to eavesdrop on the girls conversations, and try to will ‘swearing’, so she could pocket a $5 fine. She is just another typical evil women, I have encounted quite a few of them in my life. Perhaps the fact that she could not ‘will’ me, was the issue as to why she did not like me? Anyway, so since, later after that encounter with her, I won various awards at school and in Gunnedah for fashion related projects, it was expected that I would work in the fashion industry. {Although I suspect there may have been some manipulations going on, as in year 10, I was contemplating leaving at the end of that year and attending the famous Ryde Cookery school, as I did love to cook, even went down there and checked it out, even enrolled. But after I started Textiles and Design in 3rd term of year 10, and did so well at it, I decided I would stay on – so I suspect this may have been a bit of a sinister plot on behalf of the school, who wanted paying customers to stick around. Possibly in retrospect it would’ve been better for me if I left at the end of year 10 - but really who knows. When school finished (1991), I would have been quite happy just to stay at home, in the family home in Gunnedah and see what panned out, (probably would have just remained unemployed…{I did have a woodworking project going on, consisting of building a large dolls house – not really sure why, possibly the only thing really on my mind – I want a house!, and yes, I should have been an architect…Do you know, if someone had of told me back when I was seven years old or something, that the only possible way you’re ever going to be able to build your own dream home when you’re older, is if you become an architect - I’m pretty sure I would’ve set about becoming one. But anyway, back then, and when I was 18, the concept of being an architect was not conceivable. But my mother would not hear of me staying in her house, she packed me up and basically dragged me down to Sydney, enrolled me in the fashion production course at Hornsby Tafe, and set me up in a flat in the wannabe hoity-toity suburb of Chatswood. Little did she know that the couple she selected me to live with were hard and fast potheads, and were totally addicted to their lifestyle consisting of coming home from work and sitting down to consume 30 hits of the bong! - then doing it all over again the next day, and every! It was quite an introduction for me into the Sydney adult world. The couple were very lovely, and seemingly very normal, and they happily answered my many curious questions I had about drugs. I quietly deduced; boredom and laziness, but above all, rebellion were their motivation (this would stem from nazi parents, nazi school teachers 100% over controlling, power tripping ways of raising children – such stupidity in this area, still). I did ask them why?, and he said, “so he could feel normal”. I wondered well, if you feel normal, then what’s the whole point - kind of seems like a big waste of money- paying some exploiter all that money, just to feel the same as you always did and do!! – you know, one has to step back and apply common-sense in every situation you find yourself in! Btw those people who sell drugs, are predators, looking for victims. You would have to be a sucker to indulge them. They are just as bad as mental health care workers or musicians - looking for victims – they all want the same thing – YOUR MONEY. Btw, I'm fairly certain I had dogs from the ABC (triple j) follow me around at this point, they seem to be obsessed about the whole drug thing as well, they then went on to create a section on triple j about young people, their audience, could phone in and ask about drugs, so if they had any curious questions they could phone them!! I tell you; pervert dogs my whole adult life. And this is what you get if you don't have privacy, you get complete ‘fuck up’ situations by stupid little dogs who work in the entertainment industry; encouraging young people to take drugs on the radio! They were probably incahoots with the musicians, as its easier for musicians to get money from people a who are not fully paying attention! Radios: total scams. And btw, after living with my 2 new flatmates briefly; I did not become a drug user. I had relatively savvy parents. Fashion school was ok, I was good at the design side of things, there were quite a few nice ‘originals’ types there, who I befriended. But I didn’t last too long at Chatswood, and later moved in to a flat with a flatmate from school -which also didn’t last very long - actually I want to mention that living with a flatmate will / would never really work out - people just aren’t designed to live that way, amongst friends, or flatmates. People are designed to live within a family unit, where there is an underlying theme of love - which will get you through all the fights, torments and nuisance behaviours, that you experience when living with someone, if you don’t have that underlying theme of love, it’s not going to work out. And this makes things really difficult, because basically accommodation is so expensive you have to share or be prepared to have a considerably reduced lifestyle - which I have decided is the better choice, rather than unhappily try to share with someone. (This part about flatmates and love was deleted, I had to rewrite it. Dogs probably stole it. BECAUSE IT IS SO TRUE). I find it strange why this fact is not acknowledged by governments, and why there is not better accommodation suited to singles (and no not small, we ALL want a proper house thanks very much – not a hotel room either). They still have not done anything about this in 2025, and the situation is getting 50000 times worse. I want to say, all my life so far, 3 proper meals every day – no exceptions to that. Then suddenly at 18, I was thrown into this world with no job, no money no food, no proper home, only study (no Aus study, just $20 a week cash for all expenses, from mum, then when I winged, at least explaining to her about the weekly train fare of $12.50, she raised it to $30). Very weird, my mother, I think was clueless about money. I did spend those 2 years studying, eating tomatoes on toast and near starving, I developed heart burn from all the tomatoes, still have it today. My parents were opposed to welfare to. I would have been eligible to receive it. Such snobs. Such vanity. Plus, if you do not have stability in your home life, then work life is not going to work out, firstly, you do not have a sense of permanence at your address, then there is no motivation to make an effort to make things work out at work, there is no point, as you will have to move anyway, especially if the money is minimum wage. And secondly, feeling like you do not belong in the community around your home and work place will be the determining factor to leave it too. When I first moved to Pendle Hill on my own after I left study, and got my first job, I lived in the main street of Pendle Hill, on top of a BBQ chicken shop. Inside the unit was okay, nice and clean with wooden floor boards (but not an ideal location). One day I ventured across the road to the bank, there was an ATM, and the ATM was off the street some, you have to step up a ramp to get to it. So, I was up there waiting, and this girl was walking along with her dog, a big fluffy German Shepard, and she saw me, looked at me directly, changed sides of the pavement, and walked over to me. I felt like she did it deliberately when she saw me on my own, because of what happened; When one comes across someone with a dog, right next to you, one usually would want to pat it, (well in the past this what I did) and so I attempted to pat this dog, but I was unable to because it tried to bite me - I was able to react quickly enough to not let it really cause any damage, just a minor scratch, my hand was quickly retracted with a slight shriek, but then this girl just left, she didn’t say anything, it was like she literally came up to me as she knew her dog would bite me. Dogs rearing dogs. Mmm so this what the women in the western suburbs of Sydney are like. This girl, same age as me prob, blonde hair, without having any motivation, as I had just moved to Pendle Hill, I didn’t know anybody in the area at all, just simply attacked me in her in her passive aggressive manner. In my experience, this pretty much sums up the personality of all women of the western suburbs of Sydney, they want their dogs to bite me - they are fully sick in a totally dysfunctional way. (Note there was a woman in Gunnedah who did this too; Mrs Finlayson, I wrote about it on Lifestories, somewhere). Total ban of all canine dogs please. Plus, I have noticed over the years, there are many other women who do this with other females, in fact males aswell. So, they use other people as ‘weapons’, just like those two women were using their canine dogs to bite me – it is exactly the same manner. In fact, this is such a common thing and exists everywhere I've lived, I can't believe I'm the only one that has ever talked about this issue, as I've never seen it mentioned anywhere, rarely implied on TV / movies either. My neighbour across the road uses her son or daughter in the same manner. I think the Real Estate uses that family too? Or the landlord -someone who poisons my trees – or some idiot trying to play big brother or big sister – this is a common problem I have in life with dogs trying to play big brother – they are sheer evil and have NO COMMONSENCE. Major 3rd borns. And I've seen movie produces do it, and boast about it, like skyting about what they can get other people to do, some even without their knowledge. Zombies. You know whilst I think those two dog owners deserve a bullet to the ear, I have noted that there can be situations in life where this skill, can be of help. Some people are just really stupid, and other people can see what's going on, and so they can use someone, in the moment, to rectify a situation, solve the problem, or end the conflict - in effect people using their powers for good. HOWEVER, I don't think I ever witnessed this ever, I only see people using other people for cowardice reasons, mainly to chastise somebody else. People are pathetic. I tell you, hardly anybody is going to be going through those pearly white gates after they die. See Ya! I note there has been a change in that suburb Pendle Hill now, in 2023, if you look it, it is full of immigrants only, mainly Asian, with hodge podge extensions and renovations. Shanty Town. Too many people to quickly – slow down you bloody greedy immigration policy makers. Actually, I would think any parent who sends their daughter off to a big city when they are 18, foolish; while some parts of Sydney is a fairly good place to live, like where my parents grew up, but if you do not have a familiar community, a place where you belonged, and who are too, familiar with you, then there are many despots who will try to latch on and take advantage of young single women. And, especially when it comes to public transport – a young woman is a walking victim. Unmarried girls really should stay at home in the family nest and not leave until she has fallen in love with someone. You need a strong support network at that vulnerable age. No one warned me about stupid reflective bitches that follow you and torment you. (Why was that, when they are just SO prevalent?? Am I living in bizarro world suddenly? I had 18yrs of normal life, then suddenly after I left the family nest, I get bimbo ‘mirror girls’ plus ones who do twisted mirrors! What the hell?) And the thieves – OMG, desperate greedy selfish bitches, married and singles, rich and poor, does not matter - they are thieving scum, so prevalent all across Sydney. By the way, someone told me the reason why I had never encountered stupid people who do reflections before, was because we hung out a lot, with our neighbour, and this woman, married to a farmer, an extremely good cook, was one of those eccentric types with an overt big jolly loud personality, and she has a tendency to wake the people around her up! Which I definatly think is true. (Akin to Mary Murphy’s excited scream!) Although this doesn’t really explain school and the school environment, I mean you’d think I would’ve noticed people doing reflections, maybe it happened and I just didn’t notice, I mean it wasn’t until I was in my 40s that I really started to understand why I would have these problems, and how often I felt like I was having a conversation with myself when I talked to certain people, with women in particular, as well as talking to a third party, instead of the person in front of me, who may actually not be present - and learnt about ‘empty shells’, I’m pretty sure if I had of known about this before, it would’ve made my life less confusing, more understandable. You know, in some cultures, some religions, (including Christianity - which is predominantly the religion in Australia), they believe that people who allow themselves to be ‘utilized’ in this manner - have sold out their souls to the devil, in other words, they have done something that is so bad, that the devil now can use them to play with, and have his evil little way with. Now, whilst I did go to church twice a week every day for six years not to mention Sunday school as a child, I’m not an expert with the Christian Scriptures, but in my experience, it is not the devil that does these things, it is real people, who do these things. They are people who like to play the devil, instead of the usual game people play; Playing God - something also evil. But the ones who want to Play Devil are much worse - they are real and disgusting. I recall asking both my parents why they moved from Sydney, and I was a bit annoyed with them, as they had told me, it was because they had not liked it, and wanted to raise their kids in the clean country air. But I mean, if they didn’t like the city, why would they think, (their very own flesh and blood) would like it?? Gunnedah life for them was really a little like fairy-tale world. It was like a bubble world that they, and our whole family, and friends, were living in. Quite different to what goes on in cities, and in areas where there’s mass population. But they were both from Sydney originally, they both grew up there. I guess they didn’t hang out in the inner-city suburbs or Western suburbs very often. I am not saying it is only these groups of people who steal, oh, no way! But us growing up, we just did not experience any of those ‘primitive’ problems that I encounted in Sydney, and still do with despots who follow me. What I also noticed when I moved to Sydney, was not only the fact that there were a lot of Asians in Sydney, which by the way, after you live in Sydney for 10 years or so, you no longer notice Asians at all - but at first, especially if you get off the train at central, it’s a total culture shock, it’s very odd to see all those Asian faces, and in that area, it is predominantly Asian, it is right near China Town. When you are from a country town like Gunnedah, where there’s basically only Western people, and the occasional Abo, or the local Chinese restaurant owner! It is quite something. Culture shock. I also noticed, there were a lot of same age, my age, ethnic people that they used to hang out in gangs, especially at shopping malls, in the inner and outer western suburbs. I did find it a little odd because I never saw any white people hanging out in gangs, it was just an ethnic thing that happened. And if you’re one person, walking past a big group of people, who all stared at you as you went past, sometimes making snide comments at you - it just makes you feel uncomfortable, and leaves a certain impression of that ethnicity. I believe in my opinion; people hang out in gangs because they just want to fight. They want to live in gang world where they don’t have to be respectful to anyone unless they are in their gang. Plus, they get to fight, little boys love to fight, not just the alcoholic’s disease. They don’t have to live in the real world that way, where they would have to show an ounce of decorum and respect to all others; living in the real world so to speak. A case of “Lord of the Flies”. {I have heard it to be the other way around for certain ethnic girls encountering groups of western men, but were I heard that, the source was a known liar and trouble maker.} Anyway, life does not really begin, until you start gardening! 27. The unfairness and BIAS DISCRIMMINATION of university graduates Now nearing age 50, so far as I can see about life in Australia, for a working person, is those who go on to graduate from university, usually get the well-paid jobs. They can work their arses off for the next 10 years (or not in some cases), but then have enough to be able to buy a house, at least 1, if not 2, or for some put down a mortgage - by the end of those 10 years. And it’s expected to be this way, by “the powers that be”; it’s expected that people who do not go to universities, get minimum wage jobs; they work their arse off for this 10 years, and usually don’t end up anywhere near owning their own home, if even been able to save a for a deposit, and will be most likely renting in a crap house. What makes this so bad, is that the university thing, is often not so much about being highly educated, but it’s about supporting university staff, and especially, cushy research careers at uni (research about life) – which, I grant is important; but the whole way this works is so totally BIAS and DISCRIMMINTRY, I can’t believe they are allowed to do it. I know with my little brother; it was the same for him on minimum wage in his first job out of school in Sydney. But then his company offered him a wage increase if he went to uni part time in the evening, relevant to his field. Which he did, and he got paid, so far as I can gather, 3 times as much. Plus, he was doing the same work after, as before! (I ought to mention he got married just before the offer was made – I personally suspect this has something to do with it – more discrimination against singles). In fact, I recall when I was working at Bonds, after I had finished my 2yr Associate Diploma Tafe course; there was a new guy who started working there; we were talking one day, plus another of my colleagues, and he started talking about his salary, and he was telling us, he couldn’t believe how much he was being paid. He was fresh out of uni, first job, a young 21yr old or so, he had no experience. But he implied, he was getting at least 3 times as much as us – we were on minimum wage more less. Extraordinary isn’t it! But, {the kicker is}, now get this; his role, his job, - well, he actually did not appear to have one! Like, we all had our individual set tasks, contributing to the production of the famous Bonds Singlets! But, his ‘job”, it seemed, was simply to make sure everybody else was doing their jobs!! So, he didn’t really even have to work as far as I’m concerned; it’s not like anyone there was naughty or rebellious - everyone did their job as far as I could see – which explains how he could hang about and chat with us about salaries!! So really, if you happen to be someone who is blessed with common sense, then that situation, just does not make any sense at all, and quite frankly I don’t know how I lasted the whole 2 years there before I finally told them to shove it up their arse (politely ofcourse). But, having more experience now, that company was one of the better ones to work at in Sydney!! And it was really bad – bully nation. And you know what, I think those “powers that be” expect someone working on minimum wage for 10 years, to totally lose hope, and possibly even drop out of the workplace altogether, or take other negative life choice options. It’s like a standard of normal that is perpetuated by greedy universities. I would even take it further and say that some of those “powers that be”, possibly ones in the education system, pick and choose who those people are, they pick who they want to win, and who they want to lose. When I look back at those 10 years working in Sydney for near minimum wage, it was just a total waste of my time. The only good thing I can say about it, is, well at least I know what it’s like working a 60-hour week for minimum wage Lol, mmm, maybe I learnt compassion!! yeah, it waasss reeeally good. If I had of known about the way it works, there’s no way I would’ve worked so hard for those 10 years, if at all. NO WAY. (I have mentioned on my blog how I got a 2nd job in the evenings, and it still was not enough to save for a house deposit after rent and bills). I want to add here, I didn’t drink, nor do drugs, nor ‘party’ and go out. I think even back then, I must have had dogs hanging around, trying to come up with ways to steal my money. The more I think about this, the more I realize how naïve my parents were. Maybe it’s different for other people, like I was thinking about the brand Palmolive, and how this is a huge brand in Australia, with multiple products. I have purchased them over the years from time to time, until finally I realized exactly how crap all Palmolive products are, there are, by far, better and superior alternatives out there. So, I am thinking well they must have a lot of friends in Australia to have that big a market share, with such crap products. Perhaps it’s the same thing, the more friends you have the more money you get, only it is expected uni-grads to be nerdy and friendless, thus they automatically get the good money; a total bias towards university graduates. Maybe they don’t expect non-uni graduates to work these things out? SH 🤫 sh LIFE STORIES P1 NEXT About P1 About P2 , Life Stories P!(this), LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9. 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I’ve got my OWN favourite things now.... Julie Andrews!😁 Favourite things I boldly put my favourite things here; I find in life, at least in Australia, there is a distinct type of personality who wants to find out your favourite thing so they can destroy them. They are stupid, but unfortunately very real, and rife in IT nerd world. (curious to know if this happens in an idealic country like Vanuatu? I know it happens in America, as there have been songs written about it) 1. Walking around my huge Native garden at Rangari was my favourite thing, hard work rewarded - my cats would accompany me each evening at dusk, it was beautiful. (still getting over being 'cast out' of my home town) My garden was not finished. Gardening – good for the soul. 2. Ferns on the deck. 3. Cooking to fast music and eating good food (my fresh Apricots, Nutty broccoli, Crackling, Roast beef, Braised Brisket, Good Ceaser Salad, Hungarian Goulash, Beef Stroganoff, Butter shortbread, Double dipped dark Chocy Turkish Delight, Nice biscuits, Kingston biscuits, frozen Mars bars, Cup of coffeeeee, caramelised beef bits in the bottom of the roast pan 👌Orange jelly babies...!). 4. Swimming in the Ocean. Rockpools. 5. Swing Ride Carousels! 6. Watching Grand Designs and So You Think You Can Dance, and good movies on Prime Vid and YouTube whilst knitting. {I don’t watch commercial tv, don't even own a TV - they have lost the plot due to their’ weakness’, especially the ice-skating commentators}. I love autobiographies/ biographies (not criminal ones). I often wonder, (when it is not stated) - do those Hollywood people steal people's life stories? Do they wait for them to die and then make a movie about their life? Or do they sit down with them in the nursing home and obtain all the facts? Or do they have people that stalk them all their life, you know, famous ones, like the genius female chess player, takes notes as life goes on.... And, while I am at it, I like autobiographies, and not just of famous people who are celebrities, or famous and being really good at something or a part of something that’s successful, because, I’m thinking you know, if you’ve made it in life, so you have enough money to get an architectural designed house built, then you pretty much are going to have an interesting life, and we want to hear about it. I mean like, examples I guess, “this could happen to you”! I have seen many movie autobiographies, I’ve noticed as I watch old autobiographies that were made in the 80s, they like to really embellish what has happened, they’ll say it’s based on a true story but parts of it are changed for ‘entertainment purposes’ - it’s like they don’t think we can handle the full truth, so they’ve just partly made a truthful movie. But I have noticed over the years, especially from 2020 on, and I’m glad to see, the autobiographies are, I believe more honest. Thank goodness. {Sidebar; I have always stated in my life, that I would prefer to have a butler, rather than a husband, lol! And one of the dancers from SYTYCD (multicultural show, as in, normal show), I assume he was a he, and black, said, I would prefer a butler than a husband, because I was white, as in a white slave thing!!!! he was making a joke! ha ha, I thought it was hilarious, mmmm I’m a total slave driver! Although, I would really like to have someone who could come and plait my hair every time I was it..... 7. Designing fabrics, looking at fabrics, looking at anything beautifully designed. COLOURS, Arts /crafts, looking at anyone who puts creativity in their life/ space/ clothing...... 8. Pampering - as in spa, sauna, massage, treats. (no kids yah!) When I turn retirement age, I plan on taking my pension and myself over to Thailand, permanently, and spending it all, on daily massage). 9. Favourite Tv Show: Grand Designs, and anything architect related (should have been an architect). I’m not really sure why a lot of new homes are so small, with small narrow corridors and small doors, so that one cannot even fit the fridge or fav armchair through. All my adult life living in rentals, I’ve had the same problem with small pokey rooms. Even some homes in the upper area of the market are still really quite small, or have small pokey areas within it (non-thoughtful areas). Not being a homeowner or homebuilder, maybe it’s not my place to say "come on, make them bigger and better" I mean maybe they just can’t. I don’t know. If I were building a house, it would be single story huge, no compromise on the footprint. So, I guess I wanted to express here, my exact feelings; I loathe small spaces, I loathe them! I guess that partly also explains my stance on population - population needs to be curbed, we are way past comfortable living capacity. I mean, maybe the fact that I was from a large family too, also contributes to my beliefs; really our family home was only three bedroom, with an extension lean-to put on later, for another room. But that still only made it four bedrooms, when definitely five were needed for a 6-person family. And actually a 5th bedroom was needed too, as we always had guests staying. I guess as a child I was never too concerned about it, did not really have to much concern for anything as a child, but I’m pretty sure we could’ve done with some extra room. I feel strongly about it now. I don’t think you should have kids unless you have enough room for them, make them really count with their own space, and not just tagged along. I am going to put here, I recall watching a version of my favourite show Grand Designs, in Australia instead of the usual good UK. One lady was showing off her home, I think it was in Tasmania, can’t quite remember all the details, but she was boasting about the fact that it was all built from volunteers, with the implication that they weren’t really volunteers, but they were forced to work for her, due to the governments Centrelink activity schemes (work for the dole – total scam). Even though this house was really lovely, I was kind of outraged by the obvious slave labour, and it just goes to show you what happens in Australia; some people really take advantage and wrought the system. I can assure you, young people, no matter what their stance in life, ought not to be forced to build some ladies house for NO MONEY, this was quite a disgrace. And I believe it still goes on. DISGRACEFUL. And I guess while I’m on the subject, I pretty much feel anyone involved in WOLFERS, WWOOFers, Woofers, WWOOF ( would fall into the same category, almost tricked into working for free, under the guise of experience!! WE HAVE GOOGLE AND YOUTUBE!! You would have to be a sucker to work on someone’s farm in exchange for accommodation or lunch. I recall one couple in the UK, even demanding money from her workers to pay for the food, whilst they work for her all day long free – UNBELIEVABLE- does she have powers of brainwashing? Because, they did pay!! and quite happily so!! I recall doing something like 16 weeks of work experience when I was 16 / 17 at various companies, and say, out of the 16, 1 of them was helpful, insightful, and a good experience. The other 15 just wanted free slave labour. It was NOT GOOD AT ALL, and the only lesson being experienced, is MOST people will use you, and take from you, and give you nothing back in return. (My parents were so naive). If I had kids, I certainly wouldn’t be encouraging them to NOT do any “work experience” at all, or in fact taking on jobs with below pay, as in, apprenticeships and traineeships - a total scam, unless of course I knew who was doing the traineeship or apprenticeship, and I knew 100% that they wouldn’t take advantage and use my child, I would have to be involved. So, that’s no fun at all! 10. Best book I read as a 20yr old ‘The Celestine Prophecy’ – very helpful. Favourite movies: Strictly Ballroom, 5th Element, Dirty Dancing, The Body Guard and BirdCage, I guess, plus The Remains Of the Day. I need to mention, by the way, the movie in my iPad app, always has a cover photo with a little blurb below it, then there’s their title “Cast and crew”, but it doesn’t have any crew listed, it just has cast members, and only sometimes. The director is also mentioned, but it doesn’t have the most important person of them all, and that’s the writer of the story! I really don’t see how one could omit the writer (and or screen adapter writer). 11. Walking around within the Sydney Youth Orchestra while they were playing, in a special gig they were doing- it was amazing. When I was younger I loved listening to music, now, not so much, (especially with the advent of stalking predator greedy musicians). Seriously, bunch of thieves. But have Favourites: 12. Horse Riding. 13. Growing flowers. 14. Essential oils. 15. Favorite quote: "We all need space. Unless we have it, we cannot reach that sense of quiet, in which whispers of better things come to us gently." – Octavia Hill And "When you arise in the morning think what a privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to enjoy, to love, to think. Cease the day. You only live once." - Marcus Arelious (ancient Roman emperor and philosopher of peace, via Superman) 16. And of course, my cats: My Cats - all 5 Violet, Tulip, Rosey, Mia, and Lil. What a joy and privilege it was looking after them. My garden at Rangari; Garden Collage My Swimming Pool Construction Shots Perfect Moments Discovering half a dozen big edible mushrooms after some rain. Having a hot bubbly aromatherapy spa or hot sauna on a cool day. Squishing toes into the sand at the beach. Swimming in the Ocean. Seeing a native shrub flower for the first time, and every time after that. Waking up to see the sun shining through the leaves onto my ferns. Cooking a five star meal for myself. Bedding down with new clean sheets. Coffee and chocolate time. Bucket list Build my own sauna Vichy spa treatment Snorkelling holiday (some blonde did signs “you already did a snorkelling holiday at Port Douglas, so you don’t need any more snorkelling holiday” – she was being serious – STUPID NAZI DOG) Hot Air Balloon ride Live in a good house in the tropics, in nature near the beach (✔️) Horse and Carriage ride - I found a horse and cart garden! De Djawatan Forest - Banyuwangi, Indonesia Jetboat parasailing to reef Wishfully thinking bucket list: cold treatment SNORKELING IN SILFRA FISSURE or Aare river, Switzerland, summer Build and live in my dream house with Swim Pond Garden full of Pink Hybrid callistemons Garden full of Pink Melaleucas Garden full of Lagunaria patersonii Garden full of Acacia cognata hybrids Kings Park Segway Tour (finally a garden who thinking about people with sore foot!) Log Rafting in Kitayama Gorge (Ikada-kudari) Japan Summer Kayaking down Saint Peters River Texas Puhuasi Mountain water slide in Lishui in China Longest zipline, Mexico, El Divisadero, on Chepe Trainline from El Fuerte Infact, a whole World Zipline Tour! (only the really good ones). Snorkelling in the Sucuri River Bonito Ecotourism Rio Sucuri Ecoturismo Bonito Infact, a whole world zipline tour! (only the really good ones: Keranjang Sultan ride Situ Gunung Suspension Bridge in Sukabumi, Indonesia, Superman zipline at Costa Rica’s Diamante Eco Adventure Park in the Guanacaste province, Las Cabanas Beach in El Nido – island hopping by zipline, There's a bloody hole heap of now all over the world it's a fantastic. Snorkeling in Iceland with drysuit Fruit Bat Falls in Cape York; actually I have found many excellent 'water spots' on Pinterest, and saved them all in my wishfully thinking "Travel Board". Train trips: (sigtseeing without walking on sore foot) ‘Coast Starlight’ trip through America; Los Angeles to Seattle in a Roomlette! (3hrs of coastline!) ‘Venice Simplon Orient express train trip through France (has a bidet and 24hrs room service!) ‘The Blue Train’ from Cape Town to Pretoria, Africa 2 nights luxury, 24hrs room service ‘The Orient Express‘ through Singapore/ Malayasia ‘The Ghan’ now offers private cabin with room service - Indian Pacific Australia ‘The Canadian Train’ no 1, in prestige class, 4 nights 4 days trip on ‘Sunrise express’ from Tokyo to Izumo just because they have perfect cute little cabins with big windows ‘Grand Hibernian’ train trip through Ireland ‘Kyushu 7 stars’ 4-day train trip through Japan ‘Maharajas Express’ 8-day trip through India ‘Palace on wheels’ train trip through India ‘Pride of Africa’ train trip through Africa and Victoria Falls ‘Royal flying Scotsman’ train trip through Ireland (have a massage cabin on board!) ‘Shiki Shima’ train trip through Japan ‘The Golden Eagle’ train trip through Russia ‘The rocky mountaineer’ through Canada ‘Twilight express Mizukaze’ through Japan Without any dogs, (without any leeches!). I say without any dogs, because as I’ve mentioned before on this blog, I am followed around by disgusting female dogs where ever I go, (they still do it, even after I call them disgusting female dogs), so if I was fortunate enough to be able to go on one of these trips, I would again have dogs following me, from afar, harassing me and annoying me, as they continually do. BTW, I do wonder who pays for them to follow me? as they are dogs, they’re completely stupid, and can’t think for themselves, so who pays? Remember the time I travelled to Gosford for my grandmother’s funeral – there was a plane following me around down there. NO DOGS ALLOWED. {Also, prices of these luxury trains have jumped from approx $10,000 a trip to $50,000 in the space of two years!} ‘The Canadian Train’ has a 3 hr solid stretch of ocean views! FANTASTIC You know Australian gov ought to build a scenic train line all the way up the coast from Perth to Broome, to Darwin, and over to Cooktown all along the coastline. The only reason they haven’t, I reckon, is because most Australians are completely lazy, so politicians don’t think they’ll be able to get anyone to actually do it. HOWEVER, I saw on YouTube, 2023, that Australia is currently building a new freight line all the way through the centre of Australia, and they have “robot machines’ to build it now, no hard work necessary – they just line it up and push a button!! Freight first, passenger tourist line next! Also being up here near Mackay, I am a little disadvantaged when it comes to certain services. Actually, that’s kind of an understatement quite disadvantage up here in North Queensland, there are a lot of unskilled people up here. Anyway, as such, I would like to go down to Melbourne to see the osteo, and take my sewing machine down there too, to be serviced. And wouldn’t it be nice if I could just hop on a train at Mackay, then go all the way down the coast, through NSW, all the way to Melbourne. I’d get a sleeper carriage to myself, and have a lovely relaxing trip lying down watching the countryside go past, I can think of no better way to get down to Melbourne. Yet, can I do this? No, I can’t. There’s no such train! I could catch a train part of the way, but it doesn’t have sleeper carriages; so of course I couldn’t do that, as I’ve mentioned I have my monumental problems on public transport, and I would need a private sleeping compartment. And I guess while I’m on the subject of trains, here is a good spot to mention; when I was doing my research for trains, there was one train in Australia that has a sleeper compartment. I found out all the prices for that train, even the just plain economy seats. And all were so expensive, that it would be cheaper for me to pay for fuel to travel the distance. I thought this over expense absolutely ridiculous. The whole point of a train is to make it cheap, affordable alternative transport. I was thinking why on earth is it so expensive, and then I realized why it’s so expensive and that’s because of all the problems I’ve had with the train people. I’ve mentioned before; I had the toll trains stopping at the Miriam Vale crossing, I had a train caboose stopping on my rental farm at Colloseum (and stealing from me). I have the trains harassing me here at Sarina by way of ‘toot’, plus they put the crossing lights on, when there’s no train. So, that’s why they charge so much; because it is a play-toy for mongrels who have no skills, and are just complete bogans that would get paid a whole big salary - that which, the customers have to pay for. It’s an unfortunate bogan Australian scam issue, which I don’t see them fixing any time soon, because I think possibly, I’m the only person in Australia that has noted this problem, and has mentioned it in public {nothing gets fixed if the problem is not even acknowledged in the first place}. Btw after I wrote that wishfully thinking bucket list; that day, I visited Mitre 10 to return 4 mistakenly purchased plumbing parts (that they had overcharged me for anyway) {ha}, but when I was in there, they signed “You won’t be able to do any of those things, you will be doing nothing in your retirement”. Such little bitches. Careful dogs, someone else might just hear you and want to spite you.I might go so far as to say here that all the good luck I've had in life in my later adult life, has purely come about for this reason, so many nasty bitchy little girls in Australia. And last time I was at Sarina Mitre 10, someone stole 2kg frozen roo mince out of my locked car/ eski. All hardware shops are thieves. Other favourite things; Chocolates... Acacia cognata hybrids (photos from nursery sales) Great beach shots – couldn’t decide which I liked best, from internet, photographer unknown Great beach shots – couldn’t decide which I liked best, from internet, photographer unknown Great beach shots – couldn’t decide which I liked best, from internet, photographer unknown The perfect ocean, The perfect swim My favorite routine from SYTYCD, Pasha and Sabre do the Quick step, amazing routine, amazing choreographer, amazing costumes and amazing dancers – this dance for me, captures the essence of all dances BRAVO, absolutely terrible footage from Youtube, and even then, they will probably try and shut my blog down for copyright - way too precious, but they would have to actually talk to me, so I don’t think they will. I don’t believe there is better footage, well, less pixelated than this, in existence. At least that little bit gives you a feel of ‘dancing’ – and dancing ought to be compulsory in all schools! Good for the soul! Good for curing 'social retardation'. How are you going to dance your partner through a marriage if you can’t even dance her around a ballroom! (that last sentence was deleted off my PC, not sure if I said it here or where, but here is a good spot). I love it! Fantastic underwater shot of synchronised swimming from youtube. Here is a good spot to add: who let the dogs in charge of the Olympic coverage? It is such a CON ! - It should be ‘free for all’ press, otherwise you can be sure any routine or sport you are watching, there's a good chance it's going to be COMPLETE BULLSHIT; Networks put on a show. They want RATINGS. There needs to be free press covering whatever Olympic events they want. The International Olympic Committee (IOC) really do fake events including fake winners on podium getting fake medals - then shown to certain countries – it is such a scam!! They are stealing from all viewers, and they are making a motza in the process – they have made up their own rules to suit their financial bank accounts. You and the government have to stand up to them. They are BULLIES. They also dictate to spectators (at the iceskating at any rate) “no camera recording aloud” – OMG this is total bull, you certainly can record anything you watch there. Do not be brain-washed by wannabe nazi money controllers. They ought to be sued for fear mongering the people like that. They ought to be sued for “market dominance”. Oh, and don’t watch the ice-skate routines with popular music – rich musicians are product placing themselves in this manner. It’s disgraceful seeing it all unfurl. Also (who knew I had so much to say about the Olympics), I have been advised that it is more difficult for organisers to find people to participate in the Olympics because it is coming into consciousness, how unhealthy it can be pushing your body to extremes. And other reasons, like ruining your chance of a well-paid career. because you've missed out on that uni education. Plus, there are coaches, parents, people, who may have taken advantage of young athletes inorder to push them into winning; winning so they themselves can not only revel in the glory, but use you as a career – a power trip and “lord over” a young person. A sick relationship. Causing irreversible scars. Here is how you give a proper foot massage ! Unfortunately this guy is based in Canada, so I can’t book an appointment, and I’m pretty sure no one in Australia would know how to do it like this guy. (Adam Thomas from his youtube channel) A quick mention to the special volunteers here: (and all Wildlife Rescue in Australia) On behalf of all of the animals, thankyou and well done. Australian Wildlife Rescue Service Rescue Hotline: 0447 543 268 Phone (Admin): 0447 543 268 E-mail: yvette.jeffs@yahoo.com Comments: A Non-Profit Organisation run by Volunteers. We care for sick and injured animals and orphaned animals until such stage that they can be released. Our specialities include looking after Kangaroos, Wallabies, Possums, Birds, Koalas, Echidnas and Snakes, but we rescue any wildlife that needs rescue and care. You can also contact the RSPCA on 1300 ANIMAL (1300 264 625 ) from anywhere in Qld . (for those of them stealing my roo mince out of my freezer for wildlife; Whats mine is NOT whats yours.) Also shout out to the good and brave people who do the yearly "Shonky" Awards - exposing all the retail thieves selling snake oil! 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”! Although I did have a problem with the girls stealing my knitting needles. Once at Centrelink at Parramatta I was kept waiting five hours - really, nooo hard feelings at all. If only I had a photo of those bimbo receptionist. 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, but sometimes they follow me after I leave, and steal from me, usually from the locked car, but often from my house. Anyway, since someone at Ravelry (a knitting website where I used to have all my patterns for sale, for just over 10yrs - and I sold heaps of patterns), since someone is friends with the girls who are stealing from me (the bimbo receptionists – there’s a whole dog network.) I won’t mention any names, (CASEY FORBES) she removed my whole profile page, including my profile picture, aswell as my pattern!! I told her that my profile page was a MY profile, and not their profile – she did not care (They are total non-thinking bimbo Nazis - 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! Stand up to bullies, and have some bloody guts admin, the problem cannot be fixed if you’re not aware of it. 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 worlds 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 are 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 will put all my patterns here, and make them available for free. They used to be $2 on Rav, with the condition that if you had no kids, then you could get any of my patterns for free, or if you were a dancer, free for you, except if you were a Spaniard, because of the cruel Spanish bullfighting, all Spaniards should be ashamed of themselves. But now they are free to everyone, as I found online knitting magazine women were stealing them anyway. (I did sell quite a few, but I suspect they purchased them after someone stole something from me)? All patterns for sale come from a liberated home, and free of alcohol and drugs - I like to be of sound mind always, there are way too many dogs trying to rip you off and take advantage, you would be stupid not to pay full attention whenever in public, (especially at Bunnings and Harvey Norman - those staff prey and steal from young women – third born halfwits) 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, 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. Any comments or pattern troubles email me, I will only be too happy to help. (Don’t be afraid!) Since I still have not uploaded the PDFs, email me and I will send it to you. So far no one has, which suggests to me that either this website is not working or at any rate there is no traffic here. My FREE Knitting Patterns (email me for pdf) Blue Bamboo Drape Cowl in the Rnd june 2023 a Blue Bamboo Drape Cowl in the Rnd – free knitting pattern, email me for pattern pdf Cable Cloth Washer with Cable Abbreviati Perfectly_Fitted_Gloves,_Full_or_Fingerl Julia Gillard Liar Liar, pants on Fire L Cotton Singlet Top f and b Black and White Cotton V-neck Tunic Swea Green Alpaca Jumper Top Down 2020_87 Perfectly_Fitted_Gloves,_Full_or_Fingerl Boucle Bat Wing Jumper, with Cowl Neck 8 The old Rose fattened 4 and 6ply Fitted Fingerless Gloves in t Circles Flower for Intarsia Knit 4 Mohair Rib Stitch Jumper 1 2 Colour Quilt and Dot Stitch Knit Patte Cat Hair and Alpaca bulky jumper Raglan Wool Poker Dot Pants, Size 14, Top down. Black and Hot Pink Mittens in 8ply 4 Sea Feather Yarn Cowl 2 Burgundy Spec Eyelash Scarf Thick Cotton Face Washer in Linen ST 9 ( 3 Stripe Covered Knitted Intarsia Tissue Cotton V Neck Tee 2 Never Loose Those Scissors Again 2 Colour Lattice Stitch Covered Tissue B Warm Woollen Winter Headband 9 Tulip Flower for Intarsia Knit 2 Rose Flower Chart Pattern for Intarsia K STITCH PATTERN 1st Lattice Cable with Pu Perfectly_Fitted_Gloves,_Full_or_Fingerl Fur and FairIsle Drawstring Bag hanging Self Striping Fingerless Mittens Stash Cush 5 Wide HeadBand in a Silk and Cashmere ble Warm, Thick Feather Bell Jumper, Topdown Decrease for V Neck and Armhole 3 st in Best Little Scarf Ever! 1 Bulky Glimmer Yarn Beanie with Ear Flaps Windmill Flower 1 Top Down BEANIE with Stamen ST, to match Ribbon Dancer Aran Weight Plaited Cable Beanie 9 Slipped Stitch Slippers Size 8 Nylon Sol Quilted Tissue Box Cover 1 Wave st pattern 1 Colour Purl Quilt Stitch Knit Pattern, Boucle Fingerless Mittens Feather Yarn Stripe Skirt, Kniited in th Feather Yarn, Furry Winter Warm Hood 2 Feather Yarn 3 Colour Tassel Scarf Silk Bikini Size 14- 16 Top Down 2 Summer Head Band 2 Perfectly_Fitted_Gloves,_Full_or_Fingerl Bikini with Crossover front and back Grey Cat Hair and Alpaca with Pink Silk Perfectly Fitted Gloves on 3mm 4 Strand Braid Cable C3T3 1 3 Colour Stripe Wool and Mohair Rib Cowl 100_9234 Silk and Alpaca Cowl a Dirty Pink Mittens, Soft Hand spun Alpac Show More As a renter all my adult life, all I can do is dream about my 'real' house, and here it is: (btw, if you can't afford to buy your kids a house when they turn 18 (or at least a deposit) - don't have kids, its just not worth it if you don't have your own home). Victims pay rent. But, ofcourse, the ultimate goal is to build your own, so you can have all that you want, rather than a cost-cutted version of a home. May I suggest, before building on your perfect dream spot, that you go there and live in a mobile home to get a feel for the spot, figure out which way the summer winds blow so you can place big windows high up to catch that beautiful breeze, not to mention where the sun rises and sets in summer and where it will rise and set in winter, for AM and PM windows. Also when it rains, which way mostly, where does the water run. Do you really need to disturb the land at all, or can you put the house on stilt foundation.Things like that.... Super Dream House W.I.P. General: Beach Acreage in a plane free zone Huge house, 30ft ceilings, clever natural light Everything on giant scale, no door or hallway to be narrower than 132cm. Oversized rooms. Est 14000m² floor space. But still certified “Passive” heat/cooling. PowerPoints strategically placed everywhere. Storage in EVERY room. Art nouveau style, or each wall to hold storage (recessed windows). Natural products (no plastics or acrylics, including paints/finishes) Vermin & thief proof. Green ventilation/top screened windows, Modern. “Green”. subTropical Climate. Open plan Indoor builtin planters throughout. Floor drain holes. Single story but if needed; wide, shortrise steps. Whole house ‘wet proofed’ for hosing out with hose, access everywhere and or floor grate areas. Maybe cement polystyrene lightcast floor; waterproof. Haybale outer walls for good insulation. Sandwalls? Plant based foam insulation or Styrofoam Lego filled with cement -extraordinary savings on insulation. Cork product. Insulating Concrete Forms? Bay windows with Window seats for cats. Automated block out blinds. High tech house. Raised foundation / everything easy access. Aquarium in dark hallway. Several Rammed Earth walls. Plant Atrium with black/cream tiles, water proofed for overhead misting system for MaidenHair Ferns, visible from kitchen/living. Including cat play spaces. Heavy insulating roof with no ceiling space? My Triple walled ceiling skylights (for insulation). Electroluminescence lighting – whole ceilings. Security flyscreens on aircurrent windows, Art nouveau bars?, for leaving open in summer. Private, quite,no neighbours. Securesurveillance. Ballroom! Stringybark timber white wood floor. Secret alcove balcony to allow safe roof access. Polished shiny floor. Cut gem Window. Airtight. Raw timber windows/doors. Smart ipad control. Air to ground source heat exchange (2m deep). If I need plasterpanels, they can be acrylic cell poured Location matched (weather appropriate architecture). Internal Walls - Mycelium insulation panels Winter sun shining inside parts of house Wheelchair access in the entire house (every house, unit) Automatic windows and doors that shut depending on weather. Entrance: Cave like water grotto entrance Atrium/glasshouse? Shoe/scarf/hat/ spot – alcove room with huge wood pillar to lean against whilst putting on/off boots and seat/shelves. Heavy big entrance door. Mulberry Tree enclosed atrium for silkworms Kitchen: Massive ceiling with vertical skylights for pm sun–then big windows for am sun, self cleaning ones! Kitchen window planter boxes with sliding flyscreens, self-watering/ non-aluminium.Vegetable hydroponic tower? Silent Fan in kitchen to take fumes outdoors/ proper rangehood/window splashback, no knobs Narrow open galley kitchen. Walk in pantry. Concealed garbage/compost. Slim lid drawer. Floor to ceiling storage, long bench, drawers to peer in rather than cupboards, 17powersockets minimum. Raw timber wide bench, high, one stainless steel mirror finish normal height. High deep sink? Raw floor boards and skirting. More Maidenhairs Dirty biscuit tray draw near oven. Vermin proof. Fully optional integrated fire – optional heating hot water/ cooker/ towel pipes – heater pipes. Split Induction cook top, gas wok spot, 2 ovens. Enough power to maintain 2 appliances working at same time!!! Doors open to outdoor cooking area with normal BBQ and Wok BBQ, maybe Pizza Oven too Seedling Room /laze in Sun room /clever conservatory Permanent sunnying area, but block off in summer for heat conservation. Maidenhair Ferns Waterproof floor/ Big timber / glass / windows Double pink brick with black mortar! Yoga/ Dance Room: Huge. Inside/outside areas. Thick plush Carpet & timber floor. Wall of mirrors. Motorised electric roof section, opens and closes at whim Fancy architraves everywhere,. Art Nouveau cornices Exercise walker glider machine and Inversion table! Bedroom: Bedroom with morning sun and stained glass windows. Huge. window seat for cats. Huge room and light switch at bed and door. Soundproof retreat from bothersome neighbours. Roll out bed to veranda in the sun or stargazing. En suite. Big mirrors. Stargazing window too. Padded velvet bedhead. Walk-in Wardrobe, solar tunnels in ceiling where necessary Maybe 2 spare bedrooms too. All with view of some sort, if only a garden quadrangle view. Bathroom/laundry/Toilet: Huge size, Linen closet in bathroom. LIGHT so no mould. Light, possible perforated steel over window? Artycrafty. That Ocean storm photo as theme with matching colour scheme. High deep sink. Steam Shower, 2 saunas, spa. Big bathroom CCTV Stone / slate, cave like?, wet room with hose. Huge shower space, no curtain, double, circular A light/lamp above shower, stool spot (or rock!). Atrium tall narrow toilet with plants. Bidet Smart toilet. Long fancy bathtub. Stargazing windows over. Plumbed borewater or 5x70000L cement tanks. Shoe spot in laundry back door. Broom & vac closet (I have to spell this one out) Hanger for dripping cloths over sink in shade. Garage: Triple. Extra wide doors and a space for car doors to be opened all at once. Automatic windows. Perfect storage system. Non facing the front (hidden) but roundabout drive through, near kitchen for unloading. Work rooms One for sewing. One for crafts and one for wood working; open for sanding. Massive ceiling with vertical skylight lights for pm sun – then big windows for am sun. Wall of windows. Any pillars, be mirror covered. Massage room with permanent staff on call Underground area Cool room / meat room / Cellar / Preservatives / Mushrooms Chill out area for cats. Slate flagstone or Brick floor / corridor to outside. Artistic / Creative Outside/Garden: Huge swim pond with jetty! And 25m Lap pool, ½ in ½ outdoors with plants. Glass awnings. Copper coil pipe on roof for plumbed in hot water. Bore one too, decorative arrangement. Slopey roof 42° no possumpee and WELL protected FAT gutters, concealed and roof garden? Invisible Solar tiles 5 cement water tanks, underground, 1 poly for softshower Wrought iron curl fence/gates/planters. Atrium looking out to pool. Extensive stonework. Huge, lockable, irrigated shade house/ potting shed. SICK of thieving idiots (perhaps a gun too). Raised vegebeds, irrigated (130 proper sleepers) Moat with chook yard in centre/foxproof bridge. My ‘umbrella woman’ water feature statue. Big tiled veranda all around. Some mosaics. Open atrium folly in the garden Anticlimb huge haybale fence or sugarcrete brick fence around whole perimeter. I include these below, not because they are my fav to eat, but they are so healthy and nutritious; gift from God

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 bitch 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. lol}. 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 want 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 -I’m merrily instore browsing away, then for no apparent reason I would have girls 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 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, 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??? 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. 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, easily manipulated by the dogs), 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, for fucks sake! 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 everyday, still. 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. 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” - try living on unemployment! 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" – this is too 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$ - dodgy dishonests. 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. Pretty much the same with Coconut trees too. 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 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’. There seems to be a weird pattern at the unit complex, like it kind of builds up. A momentum of agitation, and it comes to a crescendo, when I’m about to go down town and run errands. Like yesterday, when I packed the car, there’s someone down to the left of me, throwing a verbal tantrum, and then the girl next door asking me ridiculous questions. She has done it 4 times now - possibly to waste my time? Or distract me? Who knows, (I now believe it is to distract me, so I forget something, like my hat or sunnies. Someone else told me that was about control – they have no control over me or where I go in my car, so they start asking stupid questions to try and feel in control. Weird. We are not even friends. So could all those people involved, kindly mind your own business. What I do is none of your business. 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 - 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. 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 I 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 so 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. 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, 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. I would like to update this in 2025 as actually I feel that the retailers are getting worse in their stealing, like Nutribullet at the good guys and ebay they have stolen from me twice with faulty appliance, like I think they are picking and choosing who gets the good fault free appliance, and who gets the one that they know is faulty. So I always try to purchase online because there's less chance that they overcharged me at the counter, but I mean online shop stores still can screw me, including the post office, and what’s more 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”. Scumm. 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, 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 all ways 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. So, I still need a jumper. My money that I had to buy a jumper has already been spent on the too small 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 is trying to charge me twice this year for my groceries - 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 pool or 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, meaning its copyright has expired, or simply choose to ignore it, as they want to be facetious, and play their power tripping game. 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! {Apartheid; exactly as described in this so called fictional book (the book came first)}. 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 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 be, just to be present, to see what’s going on, kind of like stalking me, - sometimes that would yell out verbal harassment, they would like to play sides, (dogs who play sides), also, if they saw something that I was not sure about, then they couldn’t but help themselves, to yell out whatever it was about (we know we know!!) I had 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. And anyway, it’s just occurred to me who also were probably involved in the stalking too, - Jessica and her sister Alicia White. These 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, and who ordered an ultrasound for some ridiculous reason; because you cannot see plantar fasciitis on an ultrasound. Possible idiot, and 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. {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!} Monumental socially retarded problems of farmers and their families. And Alicia was friends with the girl at school who used to steal, (no possibly, maybe, I suspect, so, about it, she was a thief, probably still is {CC}. The Whites are a weak family, so Alicia would’ve been influenced by this little thief, 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?? Their cousins, also the Whites, lived down the road from the farm at Rangari, small world. {the over-breeders). But the other issue with them, was their mother. She is one of those bloody women that I’ve seen at least on 3 occasions (in retrospect) acting strangely with a phone - I’ve mentioned before “dogs on phones”, well she’s one of them too. Not sure why she would present herself to me, as if to talk on the phone, except there was an incident when we were younger; They were one of the families we had picnics with, and one time, her children, her girls, were behaving atrociously, in regards to a charcoal chicken. And my nature, if there’s any bad behaviour going on, I can do something about it, without actually saying anything, and 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. You know, this is her problem, it is not my problem that she has atrocious children - don’t kill the messenger. (It was me that came up with the message, and delivered it, just so there’s no confusion here). So, I mentioned before on my Blog, I think it was on Life Stories page, that those women who followed me around at Tafe, one of their main aims, was to try and get me to speak badly, plus put on weight! Because those two characteristics about a woman, in particular, can kind of elevate status in society. Apparently. So 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 a student, poor and near starving and they should be disrespectful to me. They hoped people would be disrespectful to me. (See, major dysfunction). Also, in regards to the weight thing, 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. And, as a result of that somewhat comical bimbo situation, I think possibly the supermarket girls (the dog network) have cottoned onto the whole thing, and they too hopped on the band wagon and tried to make me put on weight; I have received many things from the supermarket that I didn’t order that had high-fat content, high salt, content, and it is, indeed, like there are people out there, trying to make me fat! {this reminds me of my double dose of Plantar fasciitis. -No need to deliberatley sabotage me, I am quite capable of making my own mistakes!! btw I have been quite skinny my whole life, so it has been at least 20 years since then before I stated getting a little tubby!! I’m not sure, but maybe that whole ‘dog network’ also had something to do with handicapping my foot, so I can’t walk, and thus put on weight that way?? it wouldn’t surprise me if this was the case, and it all goes back to bloody stupid Mrs White and dysfunctional farming families. Oh, and they have been people trying to work on my tone and vocabulary too!! 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. Now I have to work on my weight, bummer, it was soooo good not having to watch what I ate…. And again, rack off you stupid stalking thieving dogs. 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. Bimbos on TV Who Do Reflections 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. 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 was a hallmark movie called ‘Love at Sea’ on prime video, so they too 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. 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. 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! 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 way! 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, he did shortly move 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 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 contacted me back, saying ‘why do you say discriminate’ - she really wanted to know why I used the word discriminate. (Alarm Bells – possibly not centerlink?) 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 go 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. 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. 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 J !} 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. 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. Anyway, after a lot of complaining, they were shut down, there are minimal staff there now, and Jobs Providers have taken over dealing with recipients. 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,

Women; wake up, you know, the fairy-tale “Sleeping Beauty” is based fully on real women who walk through their life half asleep. Don’t let other more strong-willed women persuade your mind (and some men too), don’t be one of those women who thinks she wins if only she can get you to change your mind about anything and every single bloody thing (That’s what STUPID women do, along with being a bitch to other women but in a sweet passive voice, so it is often not clear that they are being Life Stories P3 The first photo above is of our; 1. Family House at 18 Henry St, Gunnedah, NSW, Australia - Collage When I was in 4th class, our family moved into town, from the Holwood farm 30minutes out of Gunnedah, to this house, 18 Henry St - it was my mother’s dream house, she absolutely loved it. There is a little story; About a year or so before they found this house, our whole family was at the Currabubula Art Show, all 6 of us, and my mother asked us all to go around and find which was our favourite painting. Now, of all the hundreds of paintings that were in that exhibition, (maybe 1000’s, they were all crammed in – very popular Art show), believe it or not, my dad and I chose exactly the same picture, it was a painting of a large federation house – and turned out, that the Henry Street house, was based on that one, it was a famous Homestead near Gunnedah, much bigger than our Henry Street home, but similar style/colours. Unfortunately, I never got to see it, it was privately owned. But, so, not only did Dad and I choose the same picture as our favourite, but as a family, we managed to find this house for our family home! How about that!! Mum’s friend, James White painted this picture of our house, he captures the green ivy out the front, the green pencil pine trees, and the green roof just wonderfully. The monstrosity above that is my photoshop addition! -this is what I would have done if I had inherited it! (4 of us, we had to sell -sold to a lawyer from Tamworth for a good price, and that is what his wife did to it! Shame about the lovely Ivy/matching roof, and all the trees down the side, ruined that wonderful ‘feel’ in my opinion - but the inside was not too bad, she ripped all the old carpets and did the floorboards, which came up lovely. Although I really liked the pink hallway. My sister, for some reason, some years before, painted the beautiful dark green window shutters, light green, and the new owner removed them completely. But she did put a lot of work into the place, as Dad had slightly neglected the maintenance side of things over the 30yrs he owned it. The family home is a special place, and spending money/time in this area is well worth it. (For me my heart still was out at Holwood on the farm – such freedoms – don’t get me started on the neighbours at Henry st, it seemed our family was the centre of attention… (although they were nothing compared to my ones at the moment). When we were selling this house, all the siblings took the realtors advice and put it to auction. They said that would be the fastest way to sell. It went to auction one Saturday, and hardly anyone even turned up, so it was put on the market, it took six months to sell, which wasn’t too bad considering some houses stay on the market for much longer. But in Gunnedah, I feel like we were kind of persuaded by the Real Estate to put it on auction, and in retrospect I can see why, they actually make a fair bit of money from organising an auction, even if there’s no sale, they still make money. I would say they make a lot of money this way by persuading homeowners to go to auction, and maybe in Sydney, in popular areas, this would be a good idea, but in rural Gunnedah, where most people are quite conservative and definitely not showy or outspoken, an auction is just not a good idea. I personally would never buy a house at auction, - way too much of an open book, there are experts out there can read your every move, and will have done background research into your finances as soon as you’ve registered - they will push you way above the value of the house just because they know your budget (if you have a good budget!). I have seen people being ripped off on more than 1 occasion this way. Fakers are real. Plus, I personally have dogs who follow me and know EVERYTHING about me, so, it's just out of the question - they would also know about the rest of my family, so you will get burned too if you go to auction. 2. TRIPLE Twinwall Polycarbonate Roofing skylight FOR perfect roof insulation I have found over years I have had an interest in houses, buildings, and architectural features. I guess it stems from being a ‘nester’ - a women’s instinct that they have to nest? And, I’ve always craved for more lighting, in any house I lived in {as I’ve lived in quite a few as a renter now}, they are all lacking light. So, I frequently imagine (secretly fantasize) about how to put in light – without the heat of the hot Australian sun. In Australia, the sun is so hot, you can’t even sit by a window if the sun is coming in. So, in 2020, I came up with a solution for letting in the light, but not the heat; Stack 3 layers of the ‘twin wall polycarbonate’ (which you can easily buy in the hardware shop) then you leave a 30-40cm gap between each layer, this traps the hot air while still letting in the lighting. Note, the building will need to have high ceilings, but that also contributes to cooler rooms by a lot anyway – everyone knows heat rises! I have done a little diagram above in the hopes people will ‘cotton on’ to the fact that we need light, and this is how you can do it, without bringing in the heat. I’m not sure if my little plan will really influence people too much, because you have to actually look at my diagram and read it to understand it, and not many people have time and patience, or would even see the image above – except, I know about the dog network! 3. The last photo across was on a photo story I named; Keep Australia Beautiful I remember very clearly that whole ad campaign in the 80’s, ”Keep Australia Beautiful” some genius had come up with, I guess councils were coming to the realisation of just what a grotty and dirty nation Australia was. And indeed, I remember going with my large extended family to an event in Hyde Park in Sydney, and at the end of it, everyone just got up and left (except our family), leaving behind this ugly disgusting mess of rubbish, it was so revolting and shocking I couldn’t believe it. I mean, coming from a ‘clean family’ who would never litter, it just struck me as absolutely horrendous that so many people, the whole general public of Sydney, seemingly, didn’t give a toss about littering, they had no problems leaving their rubbish, and expecting SOMEBODY else to clean up THEIR mess. Absolute pigs. How bloody arrogant are you Sydney? Plus, what’s more, mainly it is families that attended- so PIG FAMILIES. Who ought to be ashamed of themselves, I would say - fake families, as in families pretending to be families only, because they do not have any real family values, and are not doing responsible family things. Fake parents, bumbling through life. And, I don’t remember my parents been particularly ‘anal’ or ‘Nazi’ about rubbish and littering either, it’s just something none of us would do in public, or leave on the street (unless it was biodegradable and an appropriate spot, like an apple core in the bushes). Maybe being raised in the country was different to being raised in Sydney, country folk have better morals?? So, I guess ”Keep Australia Beautiful” was definitely inspired by that, although I’m not really sure it had a much effect on the people from Sydney, as I recall every year on the news, with the same event (now I remember, it was a Christmas event, Carols in the Domain) but there would be a little section on the news showing all the rubbish, year after year, that the disgusting Sydneysiders leave behind. Every year. I also remember part of their campaign was cleaning up the beaches in Sydney. My aunt, (who took the whole ”Keep Australia Beautiful” very seriously) (sidebar; even though my mum was adopted, she and her sister (Di, my aunt) were not that different, as I remember mum taking a similar serious interest in the campaign “Life Be in It”!! J, whole other story.} So, my aunt, my cousin and I, ventured off one Saturday morning near King Georges Park in Balmain, with our Council given rubbish bags, and we went on a cleaning spree. I do recall there were a lot of syringes, it was just at that time when AIDS was coming to light too. Dirty little city folk! So, any healthy minded person; if they’re ever out in a national park or at the beach, or at the river, or anywhere really, if they see some rubbish, pick it up and put it in your pocket, for later disposal. Don’t just leave it there and think somebody else will do it. Given the fact that it’s so hard for most Australians to actually put their rubbish in the rubbish, this is why I think Councils should not charge people to take their rubbish out to the tip. Later, I recall my landlord in Gunnedah, who owned the farm where I lived, {where there was no rubbish collection, and farmers around me DID and still DO burn their rubbish, plastics and all – DISGUSTING, and can you believe that?}, they said, that she paid $70 a year to have the rubbish collected (or maybe it was the rubbish disposed of), I’m not sure, but there was definitely zero rubbish collection out there, and I had to take it either into dads wheelie bin, or to the tip myself, where I would have to pay $2 or $4 depending on who was working, for a small sized supermarket bag of rubbish. Gunnedah Council are greedy female fuckers. And I guess, don’t get me started on recycling, there needs to be way more of it, with huge big sheds constructed, where items can be stored, and people can sieve through to purchase items for a few dollars. And, including construction materials – there seems to be a monumental amount, new and old, that just gets taken to the tip, and chucked out – by lazy tradies and home renovators. Such a waste. Oh, and someone told me (it was one of the rich hoity toity mothers in fact, of when I went through my temp nanny period), she said that all of the recycling centres across New South Wales were based on the cheapest model that was put forward to Council, so they are only recycling a tiny fraction of things, when in fact, they could be recycling everything, including SOFT PLASTICS. Hopeless. Just hopeless. What, are council a bunch of hopeless drunks? Looks like it to me. It’s so bizarre to see people in positions of power who don’t take this kind of thing seriously and think it’s just a passing phase. It is not, as time now, as shown you. The Google Maps screenshot above, shows Charlotte Street in Lilyfield (although back then it was actually Leichhardt, I think, although it would not surprise me if my aunt just said she lived in Leichhardt, because, she had this weird thing about Italians – she loved them, she wanted to marry one, and one, preferably, who had a little pony tail! – Leichhardt, a then big Italian suburb, it may still be?). The house belonged to my aunt courtesy of (her ex, my uncle) she lived there with her son Sebastian, my Smarty-pants cousin. I frequently stayed there at holiday time, we got on great. If I recall, someone gave my cousin that book “The Guinness Book of Records” for Christmas one year, and he loved this book, he read it cover to cover, and then whenever the whole family played trivial pursuit each Christmas, he, as a young 10-year-old, or so, would always win, because he could remember every single fact that he had read in that Guinness Book of Records! Amazing memory! He later on, went to a selective school for “smarty-pants”. I love Google Maps, it’s been very nice to look it up, and especially see the streets around that area, now with green trees, (there were none 30 years ago) it’s good to see some pride. No litter and green trees! Woohoo. See, so easy to please a Greenie! {They are also doing wonderful nature national park walking trails now, a sure-fire cure for cholesterol – “life be in it” affected many people!} Actually, a little birdy told me, {it may have been me and my observation}; it was the Romans (Italians), way back when, in strong Catholic times, who was responsible for veering people away from nature. I don’t call it Vatican City, I call it Cement City – still today there are no trees growing in Rome. But it was the beginning of the separation between man and nature – possibly due to the ‘female connection’ that woman have with nature. So, also the beginning of the patriarch. But basically all littering and river polluting problems can be blamed on the Romans who set the bar back in the day. Btw, at Charlotte Street, there were beeping neighbour dogs across the road there too; I used to visit Di and Seb once I started living in Sydney. The neighbors (or really, who knows? – maybe stalkers from my neighbourhood?) would sit outside in their cars across the road, while I was inside, I think they had a game, to try to manipulate my aunt, they did it, and then so would beep their car horns. We win we win! Talk about ANNOYING, and the SCUM of SOCIETY. It’s like I have badly behaving dregs following me around to prove how scummy and manipulative they are, like they are trying to impress someone. Idiots with no thoughts or ideas of their own, so they have to latch on to someone else. See, EVERYWHERE I GO, FOR YEARS AND YEARS, I HAVE THOSE REVOLTING DOGS, why does not someone take a gun and shoot their heads off? {Least I have toned down my rubbish message, before it was “anyone who litters should be shot”, and “any council who charges for rubbish also should be shot”}. I’m not a Nazi! Just the Queen from Alice in Wonderland! “oofff with their heads” lol 4. Santa Happy to be childless in my young and beautiful days! – still very happy today approaching 50. It was confirmed, after I did a bit of Nanny and babysitting work, that my desire not to have kids would always remain so. I even talked to a doctor about a hysterectomy (I was 22), but the Dr said I would not find any Dr, who would give me the go ahead to get one, at that age. So, all these years I have had to endure the monthly curse all to no avail! Although possibly not having those female deeds, I may have had other problematic side effects anyway……? By the way, if I did have kids, there’s no way I would tell them, that there’s this jolly big fat man in a red suit with a long white moustache that brings you Christmas presents every year! This concept is ridiculous and I can’t believe parents lie to their kids in this strange manner. Have you any idea how secretly betrayed those kids are when they find out the truth, they been lied to all their life? This betrayal causes problems in their adult life, and they do the same thing to people in their life that they care about, by lying - about areas in their life, which are important, like money or friends, things they absolutely need not to be lied about, especially in a family situation (who are you trying to protect? don’t kid yourself – it’s you!). I personally believe it also is a cause for mass deception in society by people deliberately yet subconsciously trying to recreate their childhoods. But I guess that is a bit ‘deep and heavy’ for this little blurb. Any parent who teaches their kids that Santa is real is stupid. S-t-u-p-i-d. By the way I take pride in the fact that I never lie. I find it pointless; It will not put you on the pathway to happiness. Although unfortunately, there have been one or two “life or death” situations where I’ve had to, I have to stretch the truth. Unfortunately, the society we live in can do that to a woman. As I’ve dealt with quite a few people now who lie to me, I find it really bizarre actually, how many people do lie. Most people lie. I mean, most women lie. And they mostly lie about things that don’t really matter, but aswell as things that ABSOLUTLY do matter. Sometimes I see straight away the lie, but usually it is not straight away (something to do with trustworthy parents and friends growing up) but later I can always tell when someone has lied, maybe overnight, it comes to me, or sometimes I don’t realize for several weeks, months, or even years later, that I’ve been lied to, but eventually I always find out, it seems to be the nature of things, nature itself is truth, and so it’s always revealed, eventually. You ought not lie; you will be caught out. In some cases, it’s been up to 30 years to really see the whole picture and that’s why it’s weird that courts of law have a statute of limitations, 7 years. Although, this may change as I type. And I may have been advised of this “7yr rule” by a woman who wished it to be true, so she can NOT be held accountable for her law breaking. I think the main reason people lie to me is out of disrespect, they not only DO not want to show me respect, but they want to show disrespect, by lying (since they can’t physically attack me). An act of rebellion, stemming from nazi school teachers and parental disciplinarians -and also laziness. I do find it a little strange how people put me in this ‘authoritarian’ category to rebel against in the first place, especially since I’m not a teacher and I don’t have any kids. And actually, since I was raised with ‘free reign’ so to speak, I usually do the same. (If you don’t count my disgraceful secondary education!) I find a lot of peoples first instinct is to lie, by a lot of people, I mean most women I encounter. An unnatural instinct. I was told, they rebel against “1st born” - Many kids are from large families and a lot of them have hopeless parents, and kids who are left on their own, Carte blanche, Lord of the Flies scenario, and so there are bully issues from 1st borns picking on 3rd borns. There is abuse going on amongst siblings. In many families, seemingly normal families, THIS HAPPENS. And it's those 3rd borns that grow up to automatically hate 1st borns - even if there's no personal issues. I have many examples on my blog, where I'm just merrily minding my own business, plodding along, and suddenly I get attacked. STUPID BLOODY 3RD BORNS! - the bullied non 20/20 vision people, who do it. All because they've had stupid lazy parents who don't know how to raise kids. {And should not have had more than 1 child -if any at all.} One theory is, it’s the opposite of what you would do if you were in a relationship with someone, like if you were friends with them or more, partners. So, the ideal situation in a relationship, is to speak frankly, honestly and authentically. But these people I encounter, so much, don’t want to have anything to do with me, so start lying, as that would show themselves, and everybody else, that “we’re not friends, we’re not having any kind of relationship at all” - it’s kind of a form of snobbery and disrespect. I believe actually, this is more the reason out of any, as to why people lie to me. Btw, I hate being lied to! There is no point in talking to a liar, ever again. And in turn, I feel they give me ‘permission’, to not have any respect for them, as they are a liar, I can mentally ‘right them off.’’ You may aswell be dead. I said this before on my Blog to, about how ‘bad and wrong’ it is for also Doctors and parents to lie to their kids about medical conditions, or even a Dr lying to any adult patient about an infliction. Image above: I previously had a photo of a little girl under a Christmas tree unwrapping presents, but I changed it in 2026, due to the fact that I'm having problems with free images: I don't know whether it's the person who put the free image up, or stupid antagonistic dog monkees on my back (I suspect the dog monkees), who are claiming “no longer free” (they worked out a way how to steal from online people), or just think that I stole it and it was not free in the first place, and or because I do not state where image is from; so they assume it is stolen – see they have no control, they are not sure – they do not know what to think, they do not know for sure, anything about the image, and feel HELPLESS and OUT OF CONTROL, due to their dysfunctional personality, so steal from me, to try and regain their sense of control. Stupid dogs. FREE IS free. I have noticed: trying to “save” artists is a big thing – those idiot dogs think they are playing “fair is fair”, trying to be superman, trying to be SANTA! - saving the innocent – and trying to make me into the bad guy. But I've decided that my photo picture above is better anyway, it's a fabric design that I did, called “Silver Eucalyptus Foliage”. I had it printed back in 2017, and made a dress; people always comment on it. Too bad there is no platform to sell my fabrics on, because I know that they would sell. 5. Workplace Teeter Toddlers with Ayurveda story It was brought to my attention that my “workboot sabotage” and Collapsed Arch, that I have written about (“Seeking Facebook help as Dr refused to help - diagnose a handicapped foot” on p ABOUT P1), may have been deliberately caused by a bunch of dog bimbos who wear high heels, because she/they overheard someone tell a joke about a nickname they’ve given women who wear high heels in the workplace, specifically in the Morning Show television industry, and that’s “Teeter Toddlers”, because they just kind of teeter around like a toddler and can’t bloody do anything much! I thought that was hysterical!! I was laughing my head off for days about it! And it was that laughing which, I guess one of those silly dog women heard me, took it personally like a typical stupid dog, and so then sabotaged my shoe, as an act of revenge for supposedly laughing at her (at that point those so-called Teeter Toddlers were not actually real to me, just someones concocted joke in their workplace – but from her supposed response – it must be true!!!! Lol!). So, I’m not entirely sure if there was a vindictive stupid blonde, it could be someone else that sabotaged my shoe (but it was most definatly sabotaged. I heard them tell me they were going to handicap me, and they did). I still am unable to walk or do any exercise or gardening 6yrs later – and no I cannot get Disability payment. So, if it was some stupid high heel wearing bimbo, (I know it could be true, this is how some of them think, their brain is not fully all there) - how do I now feel about those women? bimbos - and yes, “stiletto shoes” throw them out, get some common sense, honestly. While I am on the topic of dressing for someone else, I will add my make up story, as I see it has disappeared from its last location; When I was 18 and had just left school, moved to Sydney, I had no thoughts at all about the above topic, not that I owned any stilettos, it’s just for young women there was a certain way to look and dress, at school, stilettos weren’t a part of the ‘social uniform’. But make up was, and I blindly just started wearing makeup, not too much just a little bit of foundation, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, rouge. Quite honestly, I found it a little tedious, I was constantly having to check myself in the mirror in case my lipstick smudged, or the mascara ran – which it always had! So embarrassing! One day in Chatswood, I had booked myself in to a beauty clinic who specialise in Ayurveda. I had received a gift voucher somehow for a free facial - oh I recall now, it was just when Ayurveda was starting in Australia, and they were promoting their products, so I got a free facial. After speaking with this woman (who was very nice, and now looking back on her, I felt she was slightly more evolved than the typical beauty therapist). She suggested to me that I don’t wear make up! I can’t recall if I told her I found it a nuisance using makeup, or she detected my tone in the discussion, or whether she just said it out of the blue, but it put things in perspective for me. I don’t have to follow the rules of society all the time, and I thought to myself, I should’ve thought of this before! - much happier not bothering with makeup. Even though I may be some one that would most likely benefit from makeup, the bothersome nature of applying it outweighs any benefits as far as I am concerned. And by the way, I wasn’t suddenly converted to ayurveda products, because they’re expensive, and I was a student at that time, (and still broke anyway), but their products are by far the best on the market, in my opinion, if I were going to buy an expensive beauty product, I would buy theirs -they use natural products and essential oils. {I have since looked for those products, and they are nowhere to be found, but the word Ayurveda is a term used to describe holistic medicine, so maybe I was thinking it was Jurlique? can’t quite remember except one of the products was a white bottle with navy blue writing and no graphics}. 6. Small appliances sabotage, and girls who think they are helping who go gets them My Janome Memory Craft sewing machine, was stolen from me in a very sneaky manner. It had some sort of issue going on so I took it to the local seamstress, who said she had a service man come every month or so, he would look at it. 2 months later I received an email from the servicemen saying that he couldn’t fix it, he told me it was irreparable, which at the time I naïvely believed and just threw it out. But in hindsight, that serviceman, I believe, was full of crap, and he only said it was a right off, because that blond bimbo girl who sabotages me (that I have mentioned on numerous occasions on this blog), was there - because I had left negative review for the last small engine mechanic from Bororen, (I think, I mean, how should I know why a stupid blonde girl follows me around and sabotages me), because he messed up my $1000.00 generator and I had to throw it out, and the bloody Department of Queensland fair trade did muck all about it (they are so hopeless it’s unbelievable) so I left a negative review, and so now, no one will fix any of my things in Bundaberg (and Gunnedah, there are dogs everywhere) plus what’s more whoever steals from me leaves items of similar but lesser quality and used, down at kookaburra Park mail place, so when they stole my shampoo they left a bottle of awful shampoo down there, when my vitamin a cream was stolen they left a jar of Vaseline cream down there, and yesterday there was a really older Janome sewing machine left down there too. But it turned out, that really old Janome machine – IS BRILLIANT! (best machine I have ever used, runs rings around my old Berninas). And I’m pretty certain the girl who did it was at the doctors receptionist when I went there yesterday, most definitely dogs doing signs, there was a whole bunch of them, quite passive,- to someone that does not know dogs, all looked normal, and not a big mass bullying attack going on at all -whenever the dogs are there, this usually means I shouldn’t bother being there, I should find a different doctor, because no one there is going to assist me in the reasons I am there in the first place. Not that I shouldn’t be there, but the dogs have sabotaged me making sure no one there will do their job help me or they will act disrespectfully in some way. I’ve mentioned this before in the hello bimbo story) - another case of sabotage, just like that guy didn’t fix my sewing machine, that Dr, is not going to fix any of my health problems. More about the mass bullying situation that was going on at the doctors, -the girl who was at reception was someone from my past that stole a plate of my food at a fancy restaurant when I was away in Port Douglass on a working holiday - I went to the bathroom, came back and my whole plate of food was gone (smorgasbord) so I had to get some more. And there was a girl I noticed later sitting across from me trying to get my attention, and I’m pretty sure it was her who stole my plate of food, she was a leechdog, who could hear me, thieving dog – most likely a prostitute. I do not know this girl I’ve never seen her before, nor whoever she was there trying to procure (?) but it was her at the doctors reception, -blast if I know what she was doing there, they were doing things so to distract me so that my hands were covering the camera, so I never got a photo of her, BUMMER, photos work big time in getting rid of dogs (see highly organized – this has happened countless times before, just very similar incidents) and she was kind of half hidden behind the desk too, she must be very short – stunted – Maybe it was Katie Carter? So, you see I have these other dogs, that are obsessed with me and they go and get people from my past, just like that dog, and put her in places where I will see them, like at the reception - One time they put one of the bully thieving dogs in as my ‘jobs provider’ in Gunnedah. I mean how nasty are those women that do that -get a life, your own life! Get your meddling paws out of my life -YOU CAN’T CHANGE THE PAST, stop trying to play God, you’re so offensive it’s unbelievable. Since writing this, it still has not quite stopped, I saw 2 bitchy girls from Gunnedah at the MPB Dr’s carpark – dogs obsessed with DR’s 7. Canine Story in Hong Kong I find it really surprising how many people have dogs, considering how much they cost, and what a nuisance they are to constantly wash, take for a walk, clean up after, not to mention the killer problems they cause on the wildlife - and that’s just in Australia. Also, you need to be kind and caring to have a pet, you need to have that personality trait. At now 48yrs, of all the people I’ve met in my life, there are not many that actually fit that bill, yet basically I don’t know anyone that doesn’t have a pet. So, the amount of animal abuse and neglect that must go on, is unthinkable. When I visited Hong Kong in 1993, staying with a friend from college, and her lovely family; it was considered a really ‘high class yuppie’ thing to keep dogs, and the more dogs you have the richer you appeared. And since practically everyone in Hong Kong lives in a unit, it was typical to see a large family, that was an extended family, -grandmothers, aunts, cousins, all living in smallish unit (smallish compared to an Australian typical house, but some of them are quite large and luxurious) but with up to 7-10 small dogs! And no backyard to be seen anywhere- it was truly ridiculous. I find human nature really quite bizarre a lot of the times. Thankfully my friends family didn’t have any dogs. That dog in the photo was my brothers – he was a special type of large breed, he grew to over a meter tall, very good natured. He was later poisoned by scared neighbours (The kind of people who are scared to see me driving in my “big” car – STUPIDS. Evil Stupid women.) I have to mention I was given a Labrador puppy on my very first birthday. Zoe. We had a fine and dandy time together, especially on the farm, in the country. I believe that dog to be a gift from God. I went to find my story about Zoe and Grandma Bieman: yet another story gone, simply vanished. It might turn up somewhere on my blog, but it's definitely not on my computer: when I was 2 or 3 years old, the family, including Zoe went down to my Grandma Bieman (dad's mother), for a holiday, and when we arrived, got out of the car, my grandmother came racing over to me - she was really excited to see a granddaughter. And Zoe, lept ahead of me and jumped up on my grandmother and knocked her clear over! Zoe thought my grandmother was going to attack me! Well, that's what I was told, I mean she might have just knocked her over because she was unsteady on her feet who knows, but Zoe was still a puppy! I was sad when Zoe died some 15 years later. Another story missing off my PC: When my brother was 18 he suddenly came home one day with a dog, a little puppy, and he announced to the famaily that he was going to look after this dog and have this dog has his own. It was quite bizarre in my opinion. He named it Sophie. Of course a year later he went down to Canberra and he couldn't take the dog. So dad said that he would take the dog and look after the dog. {Sophie: that's probably why it was stolen?}. I don't know why he named it Sophie I thought it was an odd name. Anyway I'm not really sure what happened to Sophie in the end, or how when dad came to own Tessa the Labrador? Anyway I remember when Tessa the labrador was getting older she developed a hip problem. She would limp around, and I kind of felt sorry for her, and this was the time when I had moved back into the family home after my terrible experience in Melbourne at RMIT, so I took Tessa down to the river for a walk every odd day - she loved it down there, and after a while her hip problems suddenly disappeared. She was healed. I think it was from the river; it gave her a new lease on life, good exercise plus, I would spoil her with little treats, which dad never did. She got a bit fat actually. At the river she would wade and wonder along the river edge, in and out of the water sniffing everything, that seemed to be just absolutely fantastic fun for her. Even though at the end of it she was wet and stinky and I had to lift her back into the car as she was getting so fat - but you know if you're a dog owner, this is what you have to do; you have to really commit - you can't just ignore them and sit on the couch and watch football and drink beer. So I said to dad that I'll take her out to the farm if he wanted, and he got back to me, he had realised that he had neglected her and so said no, that he was going to look after her from then on. So that was good. {Oooh no, not a nuisance to have to rewrite this story again – what the!!} Also, dad used to take her to the vet every December for a shave – so many dogs and cats die in our summer heat waves. Just shave them off!! Do it!! From 2000 until 2018 I rented on 4 different farms at Gunnedah. 2 of them had dogs, 2 of them did not. {I do mean the canine variety of dogs}. 2 farms that didn’t have any dogs, were so much more pleasant. There were kangaroos that would pop by, big monitors, heaps of birds…., no dogs barking. No humans trying to control the dog by harsh reprimands, none of that yelling “get down”. David and Brenda at Rangari farm had no dogs, thankgoodness. It is strange that so many other famers do. Just a better way of life, with no dogs. I personally feel dog people have a certain type of mental health problem, that’s why they get dogs. 8. Tomas’s Poisoned Dog Story - Rare Giant Dog Breed, poisoned by imbeciles This huge gentle giant of a dog (and total show off!) Belonged to my brother - the black/white photo above is not the actual dog, I had to find a similar photo showing how big it gets - the owner of this photo is a coward btw. Anyway, when this dog was in the prime of its life, it was poisoned POISONED, and killed - murdered by evil people in Gunnedah, NSW Australia. Now you might just think, well, it was most likely Tomas’s neighbours, because of the barking (and indeed the dogs (not the canine species {just to be confusing}) were at their neighbors, I heard them when I was there once. {Daniel Bieman had dog neighbours too, down at his place in Sydney – dogs who do reflections – we grew up without ‘human dog neighbours’, so dealing with human dogs is a challenging and extremely annoying experience for us all. I was told Daniel ended up taking his dog neighbour to court.) But in this dog murder situation, their delusional reason is far more sinister. Those killers think, by killing people‘s pets (apparently a widespread problem in Australia {BOGANS}) they’re doing them a favour, because the family will have more money for food for the kids. They are trying to play God, deliberatley killing family pets. Those imbeciles don’t realise the joy and happiness that a pet brings to the whole family, it’s priceless (it’s not as if my brother was struggling) and it’s not up to anybody else to decide who lives or who dies, or take the life of someone else’s (someone who has NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU)’s pet. Shame on those stupid people for trying to play God - they could be related to the thieving girls who work at Bunnings and Mitre 10, who also try to play God with voice over store microphone, (?). In fact this is a very common problem in Gunnedah, particularly amongst retail shop girls - those people need to be saved for sure because they’ll be going to hell. Believe me, this is a real and large problem in Gunnedah, girls wanting to play God – all stemming from having nazi controlling parents and school teachers as a child – wakey wakey). I might add, another possible reason, as I am not 100% sure of why or who killed their dog, but, possibly, because it was so big, I mean, it was huge, the biggest dog you had ever seen, over 1m tall. Plus lean and athletic with big eyes and big teeth. So I assume some people were afraid of it. And I find in life, certain people, if they are afraid, they bully the person they are afraid of. {I have had extensive experience in this area}. So this is another very viable reason as to why the dog was poisoned. 9. Arthritis caused from kneeling at church in school twice a week on hardwood kneelers Posttraumatic arthritis is form of arthritis that develops after an injury to the knee. After remembering a reoccurring nightmare, I have had since school, finally remembered it consciously in my early 40’s; At my school we had compulsory church every Wednesday and every Sunday. Some of the girls starting arranging seating for everyone – territorial dog type personality. I am not sure if it were the prefects, if the school principal, Anna Abbott, started using them to arrange seating in Church? Or well, - actually, this part is a little hazy, it could have been some girl in the year above me named Charlotte Powel, I actually never witnessed her doing it though, I vaguely remember 2 girls doing it, can’t remember what they looked like, but I definatly noticed they were seating me, and in retrospect it was a big thing every church service. But I was later advised by my neighbour that Charlotte Powel was quite evil, so I assume it was her); so, they did this kind of sheep dog trick, to heard people in, (I actually saw a sheep dog do this once, it was a farmer who lived on the Kelvin RD, the dogs game consisted of trying to herd any cars that came in the driveway – so trying to herd me in my big ute – it was comical to watch, hysterical actually, a dog trying to herd me!), anyway, they would do it, so as to arrange (control) seating in the church, so that I would be across from the principal, Anna Abbott on one of the pews, and infront of the Reverend, with the choir girls on the other side. (They thought themselves such clever dogs). School full of farmers daughters. The pew had those hardwood kneelers – the aim of putting me there was to watch face pulling whilst I was in a lot of pain in my knees, I think - - how should I know the brain of a dog. The pews did not have any padding, they were extremely uncomfortable and extremely painful at the time. There is no doubt in my mind, that my arthritis has been caused from the injury suffered in the 6 years at that time, to my knobbly knees. (I was skinny, no fat) a most definite form of physical abuse - all involved should be severely fined (that includes girls who saw what was going on and said nothing), and you know, like my peacock, who discovered he could herd my geese around the backyard - it’s exactly the same thing. That peacock was pea brain! Dim-witted vanity of the peacock! Dim-witted vanity of Charlotte Powel or whoever. I remember the then Reverend: Mr Wearne who kept us kneeling for often 10minutes at a time, but once I recall it was 20minutes – I was always directly infront of him as he spoke, in the centre of the pew – he was a guilty stinky arse. One Sunday evening, Abbott brought her friend in to watch, I had a nightmare memory about it – that’s what set the alarm bells off in my head (finally). At the time in church - “who the hell is that, what is she doing here and why is Abbot and she staring at me”. It only took 20yrs to figure it out. I recall one day, a girl sitting down from me did not kneel, I looked down the pew as Abbott signalled to the girl, then she gestured with her hand to kneel, with a sick kind of hand gesture that could be interpreted as a lude gesture. One sick bitch. And, an atheist. Instead of doing something about it, she joined in the bullying, the true mark of an incompetent soul – she used that school for her own personal sick enjoyment. {You ought not be sending your child to any boarding school.} And church is a total scam, for naïve people only – hate to tell you, but true, if you want faith, find it within you, you will not find it at church. They have their own agender, well, they did at that school, trying to brainwash girls of the future, re immigration “its for the greater good…..”. I know of someone, whose sole point of going to church is to suck up to God in order that He’s not too harsh on her, on the judgement day, due to all the bad things that she has done to other people in her time, especially when she was young. (!) And other people think if they do something disrespectful to someone, it will be ok, as long as they ask God to forgive them – as in, a means of justified disrespectful behaviour, even an excuse to behave badly because they know they will be able to get away with it, simply after a prayer. IDIOTS. Btw, I remembered this nightmare, only because I have started to snore, (weight gain) so I awaken abruptly and then remember any dreams (we process everything that happens to us in dreams at night. Some people’s gift, is to see other people’s dreams, good or bad). So, if I never put on any weight and started to snore, I would never have remembered the dream, and thus never fully realized what evil was going on in church back at school. So weird that I have to remember everything from a sliver of a dream - although I realise we don't remember our dreams for sanity reasons; if we did it would be too confusing, we would confuse our dreams with reality or think that something happened when it didn't - it was only a dream. It would confuse our long-term memories. (Later when I went to edit my dream story I typed in “sliver” - the key word, and it was nowhere to be found, even though I wrote it in 2020 - I specifically remembered that word “sliver”. So, I rewrote it here, and hope I remembered everything I wanted to say about that ugly situation. Also, I have to add, I am annoyed with my parents about this because, even though they had nothing to do with it, they weren’t there and didn’t know anything about it, (and I have to add, whenever parents attended the church service, the dogs didn’t do it, I was placed down the back - perhaps there were other parents who were targeted at those times???) But my parents should have taught me by this stage, that if you’re in pain, you have to do something about it, you have to STOP, stand up for yourself. No amount of pain is to be ignored. My school was a boarding school for girls year 7 to year 12 in Armidale, NSW, Australia. Just because I attended a private school, does not mean that they acted in a ‘righteous and holy’ manner at all times. All institutes are open to vulnerable young people, and wherever you have vulnerable young people, you get predator cats wanting to pounce, any powertripping excuse. And there were heaps of atheists amongst the girls too. Church was compulsory. My folks were unfortunatly way to trusting of people and generally thought most people of as ‘good’. I believed they have no idea of the true nature of most people and the greed and evil that exists, especially in a ‘high society’. Actually, I believe this to be the reason that both of them died relatively young. UNWILLING TO DEAL WITH THE NEGATIVE. I contacted a lawyer about suing the school - no response from them. Typical hopeless lawyers in this country. Change only comes about when they pay. I BET THEY ARE STILL DOING IT. I contacted: Finemore Walters & Story and, John Bedford and Associates At 47 now my knee arthritis is so bad I am unable to ride my bike. I had to sell it, $600 bike, sold for $100. I bet my pervert landlord bought it. (possible x NEGS girl). There is no cure. You all disgust me you stupid little girls. 10. Think you won - NO you LOST I have observed that this goes on, in life, a lot, not only to me, but to others; Say that two people are conversing or working together, or their paths cross with a trade deal or a second-hand exchange, whatever. And the way the conversation goes, one person feels a little hard done by, even if they were not, and they agreed to the deal. And so instead of speaking out and saying something about it or facing the fact that they have to accept the deal they made, they turn around and do something aggressive, like lie to them about something, so it puts the other person out in some way, or steal from them - there are lots of different examples I have witnessed of how other people behave aggressively (passively) to try and “get” the other person, to make them feel bad, and make themselves feel like they “won”. And so, after they have done the evil act of what they wanted to do, they feel like they “won” and they venture off to get on with their life. But because the real victim in the situation didn’t actually do anything wrong in the first place, and sadly now has been made to be a victim – that person who did not speak up initially with his problem has actually lost – they lost big time, but they cannot see it because they were so intent on making that other innocent person feel bad, so they could feel good about themselves (bullying 101). Can you see how they lost? Try and wrap your head around this fact, the person who thinks they won, has actually lost, and they will have to pay at some point in the future - just because of the way nature works, nature can see the big picture. - Actually, I am not sure that last bit is true, I see a lot of guilty rich people seemingly ge tting away with it, I often feel there is no justice, so, in case, at the very least, write about your experience, and don’t be afraid to name names, put the actual names of all parties involved, – if you can remember them!! And of course, stick to the truth. The truth is often what makes story’s more interesting and complicated anyway . 11. Persecution via animal noises at night and by day when talking to anyone Little imbeciles on bikes with Audio equipment/speakers - playing bird and dog noises One day when I was waiting for the Woolworths guy to deliver my groceries; the waiting spot was down by the river flats in Gunnedah, because he didn’t drive all the way out to the farm. Plus, I have to shop online because I have too many dogs harassing me in the supermarket, it’s unbearable, although I really like shopping online anyway, it’s much better than instore. But as the Woollies guy turned up, he got out and started speaking to me; there was what look like a kid on a motorbike who went past us down the river flats, and I saw this kid had an audio Soundsystem over his shoulder it was quite big and hard to miss, he looked like a kid because he was short and skinny, actually he looked poor too as he had no shoes on. In retrospect it was Heath Barwick, short, skinny, would not care about shoes, does not look after himself properly. I know his friend Shannon Bree also rides a motorbike, and I have seen him at Heaths, so it also could have been him, but I doubt it, he was not skinny like Heath – if I recall from back when I was 18, and met all my brothers friends. As soon as I uploaded this with the part about some guy riding a motorbike round town in bare feet – little birdy told me they knew immediately who it was – they did not do anything about it still. Anyway, he drove past us, and down to the river flats in all the gumtrees, out of sight, and then the next thing you know you hear this really loud cockatoo bird noise. I just know it was him playing that bird noise on the Soundsystem, it sounded very real because it was really loud, and it was echoing through the whole bush - so no one, aside from me would know that I was being harassed by this person, by fake bird noises - to everyone else it would just sound like a bird, and this happens ALL THE TIME, PERSECUTION. Heath had a bimbo mother from the seventies. I mentioned at Rangari on the farm there were noises of all sorts at all hrs of the night, so not only bird noises, but he would use dogs, car horns, and a lot of kookaburra sounds, I mentioned before he got one of those African horns, zuzuvalis. (Rack off you little idiots) I would like to add in Gunnedah there are no kookaburras - it’s flat Breeza plain area; kookaburras are found in forest areas, in trees, there’s no trees in Gunnedah, because Gunnedah is made up of greedy non-thinking hillbilly farmer bogans who don’t look after the planet and have chopped down all the trees. All my life that I have lived in Gunnedah, NO kookaburras. But in about 2016, suddenly there were kookaburra bird sounds coming directly from the farm up the rd, Heaths, (Heaths Dads) So, I would assume Heath is responsible, or whoever lived there, as actually the postman told me that Heath moved out, to down the road past Rangari. However, I strongly suspect that postman was lying, because when I went round there, I saw Shannon Bree, Heaths friend, and a girl Danielle (I would say not her real name? as one time Emma Finlayson said her name was Danielle too (?), maybe Daniel Salom was involved too, or Daniel my brother, Ashley Horwood, – all friends from high school.) Danielle, is possible Shannon’s girlfriend. Emma Finlayson who is friends with Heath, possible lovers, partner in crime at any rate? I really do not know them well at all, any of them. If Heath moved out, then, his friends moved in, so it was either Heath or his friends - but they’re all guilty little shitheads, who know me through my little brother who went to school with them, and was friends with them all. I’ve explained on my ‘about page’, exactly what I thought about Heath Barwick, about how I think he is a retarded thief,- and that would go with any of his associations. I’m not friends with any of those people. I don’t want to be friends with them, and if any of them have formed some sort of weird obsession with me, maybe I haven’t made it clear in the past, so FUCK OFF. They were also manipulated, as I’ve mentioned before by channel 7 morning show bimbos who encouraged him to get the African horn, (curse them). I probably should mention there were other people on channel 7 that told me about the car horns that play the bird noises too - it was kind of a helpful observation. Maybe my neighbour Heath can hear the birds at my place – as I had a HUGE garden, and I got a lot of different birds, (12 apostles – very loud birds) sometimes they would behave a bit oddly; So, Heath thinks, the birds are pretending to be me, so he thought, well I can pretend to be the birds. He has a 3rd born warped way of thinking, that would have amused other people, that’s why he does it, to make them laugh, (another starved of love, child who craves attention) and they are happy to go along with him, just as long as they are not the person at the butt of Heaths jokes. They are all weaklings. The police too – clueless. Also, anyone that knows Heath would write this behaviour off as possibly drunken or on drugs behaviour, which no doubt would be true from my experience with Heath. But I suspect, his constant behaviour is NOT related to substance abuse, because this is his natural personality, he was always a little shit head, ever since the time I first met him when he was stealing off Sam Carr, no conviction. (Which was one out of three times that I have ever met him in person) -this ‘shithead‘ personality BTW, is 100% his parents fault. So, these recorded noises still happen at my current new house in Gin Gin, QLD, they have all sorts of bird noises at all hours of the night - anyone with any common sense would know that these birds would not be out and making such noises in the middle of the night. (except for the Curlews), I did actually put some comments on my website about this and the possibility that it could be musicians doing it now, musicians have a strange way of thinking and they only think about sounds and so this activity for them would be fun, and right up their alley, the fact that they’re annoying the crap out of everyone doesn’t even enter into their LITTLE heads. But since writing about the possibility that it’s musician related - because it would be famous musicians - it has kind of stopped, I think. Btw, while writing this I thought I misspelt ‘musicians’, so I copied the word put it in a Google search to check it, but I happen to grab the word behind it too ‘nuisance’, and lo and behold there's a whole thing about “Nuisance musicians” - like it goes on and on for pages, and what you can do about it, who the various people/organizations that are in charge of controlling “Nuisance musicians” ! They were specifically referring to loud music and instruments, annoying people. {So that's actually not what I'm referring to}. I am referring to people who are generally a nuisance, some of them may happen to be musicians, and those ones: if they're not playing music, then they get up to mischief, and cause a disturbance by doing weird things like taking recordings of all sounds in life and then playing them back to people in the middle of the night. {Or following people around “carhoon” style, being a general menace - public nuisance.} I bet they're 3rd borns. - So that type of Nuisance wasn't even listed in the “Nuisance musician” section, and it is the main area of where they're in Nuisance, in my opinion. Sometimes the names on my seed orders coincide with a musicians names, coinciding with tours – mmm, sounds suss to me. So, guess what, I have just realized, I have never been harassed by someone playing a musical instrument! How about that after all that info online about how to deal with a major life nuisance – NOT ME hooray!! Actually, an update; atm, I seem to have several idiots hooning about on dirt bikes, they followed me over to Sarina Beach area – I did not recognise any of them. You know the road to the part I went to, a small out of the way beach, had pretty much inaccessible road, unless you have four-wheel drive, but there certainly were a lot of people (a lot of pervert stalkers) visiting this beach this Wednesday morning. When the boys turned up on motorbikes, after lunch, it became a little noisy and unpleasant. However, there was also dirt bikers who turned up at Sarina beach and Grasstree Beach when I visited there too. I’m not sure if all the locals in this area have dirt bikes and go down to the beach and ride their bikes during business hours or whether I seem to have idiots on motorbikes who follow me - as they used to appear in Gunnedah as well. {Oh, guess what I do; police advised me to get number plates}. So, motorbikes don’t make for a very peaceful or pleasant experience. I find if I write about something in a public forum, the problem may cease. So here is the writing, and the proof via Photos. This is a warning. If I see any more dirt bikers following me around, I’ll be calling the police, who then has the power and authority to take you to court and press charges - you are a nuisance. Update 2026, this writing did not make any difference, they still hoon around me, although after I described one of the bikes that I could clearly see was there to annoy me, not just some biker; its colours and so forth, now cars are back to hooning past me. And I am not talking about speeding btw, I mean sometimes they do, but they just like make known their presence, they rev usually outside my house. I miss my dead-end at Rangari. The world is a large place, why would you only go dirt biking around me? Why don’t you use your brain, and go dirt biking where there are no people, there are heaps of areas in Northern Territory and South Australia, and remote QLD too, where there is NOTHING, no one to disturb - the world is your oyster, go for it you little cowards. I know some people think any harassment that you experience outside is all birds - like it’s a thing, birds are well known harasser’s! birds know that they’re annoying, and that’s why they do it! They reckon, some birds are just BAD! Lol. So, to an extent, I actually agree, there are definitely some bad bird types out there, and I have seen some bird behaviour that is quite abnormal and extremely cheeky. More cheeky than bad. But I know there are people who can influence the birds. And, if I had not had seen that biker (who I thought was Heath Barwick with an amplifier Soundsystem strapped to his body), playing bird noises, I’d be inclined to think that yeah it really is birds. But I definitely saw him, and there’s been a lot of animal noises at pertinent times, so I know that it’s not actually an animal, and it is some little shithead motor biker revhead prowling about an unwanted manner. And I would go so far to say that someone who did this is just plain evil. I mean you might think I’m being too severe - They’re just playing a recording, but you know if you do this to deceive someone, well it’s a little bit like crying wolf; one time I’m going to be outside and I’m going to hear a strange bird noise, and I’m not going to know for sure if it’s actually a bird or if there is some little arsehole hiding in the bushes. His evilness is partly ruining my “nature” experience here on earth. And we’re only here for a limited time; I don’t wish to have any part of it ruined by some little fucking arsehole. Oh whoops, too late. 12. Peacock Problems When I was living on Culls farm on the Bulga Road, (NSW near Gunnedah, Australia) I had chooks, ducks and several peacocks - it was all very lovely out on the farm at my place. Until some fucking arsehole realised, he could drive past my house with a really noisy truck and he could ‘set’ my peacocks off; because peacocks respond to noise, so then at 3 in the morning, right in the tree outside my bedroom, they would shriek - incredibly loud, like most Australians have no idea how very loud peacocks are. So, because of that stupid truck driver, I had to get rid of my lovely peacocks. Burn in hell truck driver. I’m sure those peacocks would not be half as happy at their new place. I need to specially mention, that truck driver was there purely to do just that, he (or she) was not just a passing truck, this was a quite country rd with no, to very little traffic, they did it repeatedly on several nights. I would say this would be jealousy related “who does that girl think she is with all those fancy peacocks? I was watching Australian Idol at that time. Musicians; evil. Like I have said, I have not met one single woman who wasn’t jealous of me, and it’s because I do not have kids (and am not married,- I think secretly jealous of that too). And I have no idea who was driving that truck. I would like to know; I’d like to say what a coward! I mean to have nothing else better to do then to drive all the way out to my house at 3 in the morning (30km out of town) and not only waking me and my peacocks, but also my neighbours, my landlord the Culls. Coward Coward Coward Selfish Selfish Selfish. I had similar problems when I lived intown briefly with trucks driving past my house – sometimes they would decorate their trucks with coloured lights – they had turned ‘driving past my house in a truck’ into some sort of weird game (stupid country hicks). Infact this business of waking me up at 3am in the morning started then, when I lived in town, briefly at dads – it was about 2005. It was 3am every night without fail, and it continued on the Cull farm. It’s some sort of weird game. Not entirely sure who’s involved, but it seems to me that a lot of people, as in a network of people, a network of bad people are involved – like Fight Club network – Fight Club copycats. It’s like they see single woman – POUNCE, “she doesn’t have a husband, she doesn’t have a husband - lets annoy the crap out of her, no one’s going to stop us. We have carte blanche.” I personally think it’s also because those dogs have no thoughts of their own, they cannot amuse themselves, so they have to latch on to somebody else, like me, someone who applies thought to everything that I encounter throughout the day. They are nothing but empty, stupid fucking shells, and the only thing they can do is drive an automatic. The whole point of their existence is in question. ( my current nextdoor neighbour fits this ‘latcher’ too). O bet those truck drivers call themselves “big trucks”, as far as I’m concerned anyone who would call themselves that is an idiot, and certainly not anyone I would have in my life: just try to humble yourself a little arrogant dick. {The main reason men need woman in their lives, to humble them! I wrote about it on Facebook, before I was banned, about how there was 1 truck driver who would drive through Gunnedah at 3 in the morning and ‘compression brake’ down the whole main street – so unnecessary and so loud, I am fairly certain the whole town would have awoken. He did it for weeks, starting when the coal mines opened up there. No one did anything about it, he probably still does it. When I moved to Melbourne after Bulga, I was in a street where trucks really could not venture, it was very suburban, so instead, one night there was a jet that did a low flyover my house – unbelievable roar, several thousands of people would have been awoken then. For anyone out there who has a disposition of a dirty mind, this is not related to what you think it might be related to. And while I am on that subject, I’m not one, for talking about sex on my blog, (unless it’s to deter pregnancy), although it’s definitely not a taboo subject for me. I’m not a prudish conservative in this manner, like a lot of people are (a lot – it’s quite surprising the reaction I got, if I even only a little ventured onto the subject ,in a public forum – like a lot of people should think, it is worse than an unlawful sin, if one talks about sex). They have problem – just keep scrolling you dysfuncts. However, I have to make some comments about certain American television shows who imply that prostitution is illegal. I don’t know what planet they’re living in, but prostitution is certainly not illegal in America or Australia or anywhere. Obviously, those are the (dysfuncts) produces, who are putting their own personal opinions out, across to the masses, trying to dissuade women from being prostitutes. My theory as to why they want to do this, is because men who use the services of those women, have to do so, because they’re not very nice men - if they don’t treat women properly the get zero in the bedroom. So therefore, if you take away the prostitution, then they would have to treat women in a far more friendly, respectful and courteous way. Lol (having said that, in my experience, woman are far more disrespectful than men, and possibly on FB, at any rate, before I was ban, there were bimbo drunk housewives, who do not want to teach their kids about sex, therefore she does not want anyone talking about it on FB! – stupid women). So even at my address in Gin Gin Queensland, I unfortunatly am near the HWY, I still have problems with trucks waking me up at all hours of the night, albeit not at exactly 3am anymore – deliberate ‘wake up trucks’ – not just the everyday delivery/courier trucks on a mission, I am talking about truck drivers whose mission is to wake and annoy people with their truck. - I complain to the police, and councils - they don’t do anything (well, actually I am pretty sure I have, now that I think about it, maybe I have not, I just complained about the stealing?... I will have to make some complaints, I really don’t know how these truckdrivers can get away with what they do. I mean surely other people around me can see what’s going on? Surely, I can’t be the only one that can see them deliberately harassing members of the community? (not to mention polluting) Why are they allowed to get away with this? Yet when I beeped at a caravan, at the lights at Gin Gin once, I was suddenly bombarded by 50 buffoons beeping me the following time I went into Gin Gin at those lights. What’s wrong with you idiots? How come that truck driver can get away with beeping and annoying the crap out of people constantly, yet when I only did it once, I was pounced on in a horrific way; why doesn’t anyone pounce on that truck driver? STOP PICKING ON ME YOU BULLIES. If you have something to say to me, then say it to my face and don’t be such a nuisance coward. The fact that you don’t say it to my face, is a pretty clear indication that you actually don’t have anything relevant to say, or whatever you had to say, may warrant a punch in the face. So go home and get a life. Perhaps that idiot truck driver or some of them, I’m sure there is more than 1, thinks they are doing a service, by ‘waking‘ up sleeping beauties, as in; why aren’t you angry? Look at how those Centrelink nazis treat you, so disrespectfully. Why don’t you get angry at them? I think those truck drivers think the reason I don’t angry at all, at those stupid bitches I encounter whenever I go into town is the reason, they think I am ‘asleep’ and thus need awakening. They can’t see, that NOT taking their bait is a strength, so not fighting is the strength, and fighting is the weakness. It’s like on the playground “fight” “fight” “fight”. Well, the truck setting off those peacocks, had no such motive – he was just an arshole. Btw, I am fully awake, have been for long time. Just now, after observing what goes on, I write about it. This next paragraph is not related to my Peacock problems, but when I was searching “ducks” on my PC; this story opened. The reason I was searching for ducks is because I remember writing about mums obsession with ducks, and now could not find the story. Back when I was about 16 or 17, I went around the house one day, and I counted all the ducks! I’m not talking about real ducks, I’m talking about crafty ducks, like duck ornaments, duck pictures, duck napkin holders, duck paper weights, duck sofa pillows…. Just so many. So, there were 47 ducks and duck related items in our house!! Not sure where mum’s obsession with ducks came from, I only noticed that she had one, and she didn’t seem to be too perturbed about it, like everything was normal, like, there’s no mention ever about the obsession of ducks. And actually, if you entered the house as a guest, one wouldn’t really notice the obsession with ducks, one would just notice that it was an arty and crafty house, with artwork and craft all over, it’s not until you really look closely, then you could start to see this theme of ducks? Little bit of Bieman family trivia! Someone whispered in my ear, “Peacock Problems! – that’s got to be related to people in the entertainment industry!” I think I have talked about: the ugly phenomena of other people wanting me to look at them – this is a serious problem – for peacocks that is; they do horrid bully things to me if I don’t look at every single person I encounter all the time - massive dysfunctional person tormenting me in regards to this issue – that person, actually needs a bullet to their ear. Total narcissist bully. 13. The “Helpful” Female Will I know I have witnessed circumstances, where a woman’s mere ‘will’ has decided on the outcome of a situation, and she hasn’t actually done or said anything, she has just thought something, it’s just like she has thought about what she wants to happen in a situation, - put the thought into the universe, and as a result it has come true. And then the reverse is very true, not wanting something to happen so badly, that it does. (If you behave like a mouse, then you will get cats chasing you, somewhere along those lines) But if someone is seemingly having a lot of bad luck, and then someone turns around and says; you ‘willed’ it. I know that can be absolute garbage - there are many many things way out of one person‘s will or power. And one has to combat other peoples ‘will’ on a daily basis. Sometimes the wind blows one way, sometimes the wind blows the other way. I can’t begin to tell you how my life has changed since I started writing this blog, just merely writing about what happens in my life has put a stop to a lot of the torment from other people, but my behaviour hasn’t changed in anyway, I’m still typical me, I deal with people the same way. I’m just simply writing about what happens. An example of typical female ‘will’; in my 20s there was a girl who saw herself as my friend, and I was leaving one day, and I had nearly forgotten something, when she reminded me, before I had a chance to get it, -and she was so pleased that she had reminded me, pleased that I should forget, so then she could remind me and feel important - it was like a power trip for that young girl. She was very pleased and satisfied that she could help even though I didn’t actually forget and I didn’t require any help. Such is women’s nature to feel important from that sense of being helpful. This very aspect of the female personality, their satisfaction from this powertrip, is so powerful that it turns into Will - in my opinion, this is what has gone out into the greater subconscious of the world, and has brought about dementia, a young pretty woman’s will, determining the outcome for the so-called weak, and old. (Get your young 18yr old daughter interested in the stock exchange!). I know if this happened all the time, then people would be just talking and thinking about winning money constantly, so obviously, it’s a mysterious topic which is really unknown and undocumented. Of course there’s the people who do the opposite of being helpful, go out of their way not to be helpful, when there is a chance they can clearly see, that they could be, for exactly the same reason, for a power trip. Those people walk on a different planet than I do, I believe they are truly evil, and quite frankly, I don’t know how they manage to function at all, and get through the day with that attitude, those are the ones that end up miserable. I have encounted a few woman like this in my life. If you think about this, it changes your perception of the sweet young innocent 18-year-old girl, as someone who is slightly evil, which in my experience is often the truth, even though they do not really realize what they are doing. This phenomenon of the evil woman, is something really ignored in society. Like in movies, we are shown women to be weak and vulnerable, when it has been my experience that women are especially evil and very cunning, far more so than men. (Except the show I watched last night - the leading lady killed the guy and won the money. Ah, glad to see we are slowly evolving from the stereotype. I felt like it was based on a true story about pyramid schemes in the 80’s, let’s hope she actually did not kill the old man….) Having said that I know that there are women out there who saw me when I was a young teenager, as someone who was very wilful, and therefore could not be trusted at all, and whose attitude towards me was one of extreme fear, due to that element of the evil unknown. They have caused a lot of problems for me basically, since I was 15yrs old, and have made my life extremely restrictive, those people WILL get their comeuppance, I can assure you of that, and indeed they should be very afraid, - just not of me. But same as the opposite of that, when people who see me when I was young, saw me as a very, you know, friendly, honest and naive person, and so then those women wanted to help me, like toughen up, or if they can sniff out any weakness that I have, they'll want to bombard me with that weakness using sneaky clever and manipulative ways to make me feel so uncomfortable, that sooner or later I just won't care, or won't be uncomfortable by whatever the issue was. I can assure you, those people are not helpful. Not helping: you're in it for the “discomfort” you like the “squirm”, the power trip - don't fool yourself, you're not actually helping me. Imagine if you take that same wilful girl, and empower her to not only think about what she wants, but speaks and takes action – you have a mighty force on your hands. In my experience if you empower a little bitch, you will get a BIG bitch, if you empower a smart, kind honest young woman – you will get Wonderwoman! I need to mention, I’ve observed women who will bend to a man’s will, not because she particularly wants to, but because women have the “helpful nature”. And so, if a man is behaving badly, (behaving like a pathetic little boy, that hasn’t grown up) and wants to humiliate a girl (little boys who had hopeless parents, teenage boys especially), and make them want to feel foolish, by doing something stupid, his ‘will’ of wanting her to do that, is enough for the woman to actually do it, because of her “helpful nature” - she wants to help him fulfil his ‘will’. The thought, that he’s acting like a misogynistic arsehole, doesn’t even enter into her mind, because her instinct is; helpfulness, unless of course, she’s old and experienced in the nature of men. The secret nature of man. Young girls are particularly vulnerable of this kind of teenage boy attitude, I was bullied quite despicably when I was 16 at pony camp, by a girl who was acting purely on behalf of a prick. Stupid girls are, in particular, their prey, as they can be easily manipulated, like that girl at pony camp. These stupid girls are also rife in the Music and Movie industry, and I have had major problems with my very own ‘personal blonde bimbo stalkers’- famous ones from poor neighbourhoods, who have big chips on their shoulders, and prick fathers - naming and shaming definatly helps in these cases, since I did, not as bad. 14. 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, 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). 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 not 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. 15. Books and fairy-tale childhoods When I was a child in primary school, I was an avid reader I practically read the whole library except for the Dr Seuss books – I thought those one silly and probably meant to be for the kindies! But come on Roald Dahl – GENIUS, James and the Giant Peach – who thinks of something like that! Just brilliant, all of his books. (I still think about “The Witches” every time I see a silly woman squashed in to a pair of pointy toe shoes lol) My parents had come up with a plan to get some peace and quiet, and that was to send the kids off to bed at 6:30pm, which for a growing active girl is quite early for bed. Unfortunately, this is a common problem amongst a lot of mothers, they just like raising little babies they don’t want to see their babies grow into a woman, they only want babies - I have named the girls of this common problem Doll Babies, there’s a whole heap of other problems that can happen with mothers like that, like pageants. But for me it was just this early bedtime issue, and I know those early years that I had to go to bed I came up with a way to produce melatonin (which is how dreams are made, I was a very avid dreamer, still am) And after a bit, I came up with another solution and that was, a reading plan, as I could read in bed and mum didn’t seem to mind if the light was still on. I want to mention, while I did read all those books, and I absolutely loved, for instance, Anne of Green Gables – the whole series, fantastic! But about the books I read, there weren’t any that really touched on some of life‘s important issues, I mean, I read so many children’s books, yet when I reached adulthood, I found it really odd how things surprised me, like why didn’t I read about what happens in life as a child? I felt I could’ve been better prepared for the future if those childhood writers could have been braver about their content and not ‘talked down’ so much. Perhaps include a crappy job or 2! Maybe you could talk about ‘dog type’ personalities that will hound you in life, how to deal with bullies, stuff like that (and not revenge stuff, like they do in woman’s magazines, disgraceful). You know children are very smart, especially in the way that they learn and consume knowledge. So, I’m putting it out there, you need to treat children as young adults, who are capable of handling the more negative aspects about life - so don’t just gloss over them and do fairy-tale stuff. (And guess what, they can handle swear words too). Someone suggested to get your child to watch the news for real life stuff! Good in theory but I am not sure I would have understood the news as a child, it would be like I just landed in the middle of things, missed the beginning, so can’t really understand what is going on… I would say I would need someone to explain what each segment was about. But yes, I would definatly give that a go if I was responsible for kids. That reminds me of BTN, behind the news! Great show! In 2022 there was a fabulous Netflix show called Chefs Table, it talked honestly about successful chefs and their whole life story and career. How they got to be successful at what they do, the good, the bad, the tough. It was most fascinating, and I think for a child growing up especially, this show would be beneficial – a real insight into life and what can be achieved. I would like to see them do different industry sectors too. As my eyesight is now not what it used to be, I no longer read. But, infact I pretty much stopped reading ‘on mass’ after I went to boarding school, there were no lights on, permitted after “lights out”, so no more reading – just another little area where it was NAZI school. {I should add, I left home where it was 630pm lights out, to school with 9pm lights out, but, from 6 to 8, we, the whole school, had to go back over to the school classrooms, where we would do our “prep”, Prep was what they called homework}. Later in life, I read a little more when I was working, but after a few bad book shop and library dog experiences, I will never be setting foot in either again. It is much easier to watch Netflix now anyway. Here is a good spot, to say (as this little didi was removed from elsewhere). My mother used to read to us (I recall my brother and I seated around her on the couch), most afternoons, and she used to get us to read a paragraph from the story, and so we each read in our, jilted slow motion difficult childish way, but doing that really helped with my reading, so when I was at school later and had to read aloud, I was somewhat proficient at it, not like some of the girls, who were still ‘jilted’. 16. Book Industry in Australia As I was writing my the “Helpful” Female Will story, I thought, I could write a book about this issue and call it “The Secret Nature of Mankind”, infact I looked up the title, as I wondered why no one has written about it already. But then I thought, by the time I was finished writing it, the dogs would’ve stolen it. I have found the whole writing industry and book world in Australia is run by women, women who are greedy thieving bitches. I’m not sure what the issue is with me and the writing industry, as far as I know I’ve had nothing to do with any book companies or writers or authors. All I know is I have read a lot of books in my youth, and now love watching good stories on Netflix. I can only assume that they are threatened by me, because they’re stealing ideas, as dogs do. Female dominated industry. One time when I was in working in Enmore, in my early 20’s, I decided I should start reading again, as I had not read anything for years, and I used to be an avid reader. I phoned up this company trying to get a particular book, can’t remember what book it was now, I think it must have been one recommend by Helen Razor – a radio talk show feminist on JJJ. The book shop was called Borders Book company, and the woman on the phone told me where to go to their store - it was right out Western Sydney way. I set off one Saturday. Turned out to be a total wild goose chase, no store at that address at all, 50km later. Then 50km back. So, I’m not sure who I was talking too, maybe Telstra put me through to just some stupid dog, but whoever I was speaking to, sent me on that wild goose chase. So, dam and blast that woman, and I hope she’s dead by now, she definitely needs a baseball bat to her head. You know doing something so despicable and evil like this, to a young girl; I really wonder what her motive was, I mean, did she want to take revenge out on me for something I did? does she actually know me? Were we acquainted with one another? Or does she just not like young girls? I mean imagine what she would do to someone who actually did her harm in some way like stole from her or stole her husband, or something. This woman is clearly deranged and she is 2 straws short of being a psychopath - she doesn’t deserve to live on planet Earth, in my opinion. There have been many other numerous things the female dogs do in this book world, like any audiobooks that I’ve ever read, has been totally changed and manipulated from the original. I don’t think I’ve ever read one audiobook that hasn’t been changed with the exception possibly of an autobiography -it was read by the writer. Some of them get changed quite despicably with personal hate messages (common in the movie/tv industry by bitches), and then there are the books where whole scene gets changed, and whole chapters are omitted like Of Mice and Men (I will not mention what scene got changed). And several others, I’m pretty sure Pride and Prejudice was changed, I recently downloaded that one from Audible, I didn’t bother finishing it, because I was so sure I could hear the dogs in it. I find this a real tragedy, because not only is it COMPLETELY disrespectful to the author, but I love books and reading (listening now – my eyes are not what they once were) and so for these stupid women to change them for their own personal PowerTrip, by inserting hateful messages, it is just disgraceful, so wrong – can’t they tell right from wrong?? All those women should be severely fined! I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of thievery that goes on with old books being re-written, with then book companies, taking money from somebody else’s story. Not sure if this is wrong, as in legally, but I think not stating this new book is a rewrite, is the problem. I also get outraged by writers coming up with stories based on “true stories” but then have been changed so they wouldn’t get into trouble by the person whose life they talking about - or omit facts as the ‘hero’ of the story would not be painted in a good light. Then there are writers who write stories as if they were true and turns out to be 100% made up. There is no declaration of “Fiction” or “True Story” mentioned in the Synopsis – there should be. You know I was a library prefect in primary school! One time I went through a whole phase of John Grisham, I just loved his books, the way he writes without any female bitchiness. Plus, he kind of writes in a secret male fantasy style. So, after I read a few, I came across one and I’m pretty sure if I recall it was called “The Painted House”, no, actually, I can’t remember what it was called. But as I was reading it, he just seemed to be going on about this house that he was painting. I’m reading and reading and waiting and waiting for the story to begin - because his stories are always typically about young male law graduates who turn into the hero and save the day by making the greedy corporate people pay, and saving the girl! But this book just kept going on and on about house painting. Now, at the time, I was actually painting my house, so it was quite bizarre, it was like this book was not even written by John Grisham because it was just not his style at all - but some girl posing as John Grisham!! Or maybe John Grisham had decided that he needed a break from his ‘real’ writing, and so just wanted to write about my life in a strange unconnective way!? But it would not surprise me in the least if there was some girl trying to fake John Grisham. I did so enjoy the book I read later after that about the cats!! (I had 4 cats at the time) The writing world gets up to all sorts of disgraceful antics, and it should be brought into light, because I’ve never heard anybody talk about these issues ever. 17. Designs to match Personalities I am creative, my thought process is slightly different to the typical. (But most people do think similarly). My sense of humour is different, although I have found in my old age, it has changed and mellowed somewhat. For example, when I was younger, if I saw some gung-ho teen crash through a window, I would not have found that funny. However, now I do! lol (Please don’t start a whole series of teens crashing through windows). I can remember sitting in movie cinemas years ago and there were certain scenes which I found absolutely hysterical, and laugh my head off, only, no one else in the cinema was laughing at all! (Somewhat a little disturbing) and then the other scenes where the whole cinema was laughing, and I didn’t find funny at all. So, I’m definitely slightly different in that respect. I always felt I have ‘old man’ humour! as in, things I laugh at, so would an old man, even at age 18! I certainly would and never have categorise myself as anyone with any mental health issue. I’ve never been depressed in my life. I’m actually very healthy due to the way my parents raised me. I was advised, around about 2011(?) as I am observant and notice things, that those types of people often in their later adult life, have some difficulties dealing with all the data – so at 50 now, I know exactly what they were talking about back then! Its seems that expression “ignorant bliss” has a lot of truth! J But I do like to stay of sound of mind all the time, and am aware of my ‘possible ability’ to be so angry at all the injustices that I can see, and that so many others can’t. As I have mentioned, and unfortunatly still need to. (I am not a drunk – just angry – mainly due from all the THEFTS – I have a right to be angry about it – it is unfair, manipulative, evil and prejudiced, not to mention costly). But I can pretty much deal with any situation, as they come up, even if I would prefer to be elsewhere, and I can interpret them as they are, albeit sometimes adding a few little creative twists if I’m unsure of the plot, which as is the case when I’m dealing with thieves that hound me - how should I know the mind of a thief. – That sentence was not an admittance of guilt to lying! I do not lie and certainly not about the thefts. Occasionally I might have misplaced something, and said it was stolen – but this is not a lie!! In general, I do not lie, contrary to most woman who cross my path. It is very unusual that I would lie in any situation, I find it unnecessary, time wasting and disrespectful to myself. Since I am honest and don’t steal, I personally have no reason to lie about anything – unlike most other people that I have encounted. You are all thieves - and bugger off. I have mentioned before that I’ve come across quite a few people now in my old-age life time, and I’m one of the sanest people you’ll ever know. And considering my sedentary lifestyle atm, after losing everything (well, near everything that mere little me had ‘willed’)- all that I wanted in life, I still am an upbeat person. I think, once you know how to be happy, there’s no going back, you don’t suddenly forget - it’s like riding a bike!😁 But there is something I have struggled with all my life, (I hope you can hear my tone here, I have not reeeally suffered tooo much!), and that is clothing and colours, because I love bright colours, I love colours that stand out, and are stimulating. I think it’s that stimulating factor which triggers my visual side of my mind, and I just love them. Looking at particular colour schemes is truly interesting for me, and satisfying too, I spend hrs pouring over designs, art and images. I have found over the years certain colours have more fascination than others, but then these change with each decade. So, the struggle part, is when I wear these bright clothes (I am a sewer, I sew my own clothes, so choosing bright fabrics is natural) but, they attract attention, they are eye-catching, and this is what I don’t like. I don’t like being at the centre of attention at all, in fact. I always cringe away from it, and feel there are far more outspoken types (Peacocks!), who can take the spotlight. And possibly this also has encouraged me to sew my own clothes, so I look presentable, as I really notice when people stare at me, which they do out on the street, in the shops, women especially notice what other women are wearing, so I feel I should look nice at least! Give them something to actually look at! And perhaps a little unique, ‘unsheep’ like, as my personality is not ‘sheep like’. I like sewing my own clothes, I am not really a fan of ‘designer clothing’ – I feel fashion designers design clothes for human sheep, or the ones I like are too expensive for my budget. Although since being ban from Spflr and they DELETED my whole design studio space, and all my 100’s of designs, (and who btw, I think try and save themselves every year by sending me an email, as in ”we did not delete your studio or ban you, see we emailed you now” – for the cameras). I no longer can purchase fabrics- so I am guessing from now on – it will be holy old clothes! So, I really had to learn how to dress in ways that was far more suited to my Personality, and keep my brights for indoors only – you should see my pyjamas!! 18. English wannabes story with Victorian clothing in 1986 I have to talk about the old fashioned ‘wannabe English’ attitude of not only my mother, but a lot of country mothers, and especially Jan Milbourne, the NEGS principal, who btw, was from history, it was like she was living in the past, by at least 200 years. The way she dressed, the way she thought women should speak and behave, her attitude was literally from about the 1800’s in England. It’s like she’s been picked out of this time frame and dropped in to 1980. I believe her role at that school was to produce women ready for marriage (not sure that worked! – rebellion nature and all….) at any rate – raised to be passive, not to be controversial, ask questions, or ‘rock the boat’. (Btw, all they do in the work place is fight, if you can’t fight and stand up for yourself, you are not going to last). I’ve noticed there are a lot of country mothers who were exactly the same, and want to adopt this kind of English old-fashioned life and attitude. You should have seen what my mother dressed me in for my interview at the school, it was literally a garment from the 1840s. I heard her say the principal will love it. I found a picture online, here it is, -but my dress was blue with same big white collar, and I was a little older, 11yrs. From https://fashion-history.lovetoknow.com/ titled “Victorian Children” Also at school, part of our uniform was a long-hooded cape – can you believe that, a cape (also originally from the 18th century! The one pictured was just like it) I was not really sure what the obsession with the last century in England was, with Australian country mothers. But I have since discovered, they have been manipulated by various films that came out in the 70s and 80’s, and they all depicted these “I want to be English women from the last century” but living in Australia (if we must…). And a lot of the girls at school, they all had the same names as was in these old-fashioned women from these movies! So, I am guessing there were a lot of mothers similar to mine. Also, the fact that Australia still has a monarch, and follows the then present monarch, Elizabeth II, closely, has helped this “we wish we were English” attitude!! – my siblings are all named after ‘royals’ with Charles and William featuring as middle names!! My sister was named after Penelope Keith from mums favourite show, The Good Life!! (Still one of my favourite shows too!!) One of the traditions, of these “we wish we were English types” is “Christmas in July” !! – as if to celebrate xmas in the cold, just as an English woman can!! Lol Plus, the irony of it is, if you look at the history of the Brits, and their relationship with other countries, you can really start to see that Britain is actually a mean ‘bully’ country. There are several islands around Britain which are now governed by England, and purely because they bullied their way into those countries, fought the natives, and simply took over. And why when do you think they appear so regularly on the news in Africa? – I have always thought, well, you know, somebody’s gotta do it, got to be a good talking point for the masses - people like having something to feel proud about. But, they’re always over in Africa, and the reason why they’re in Africa is because they own the oil wells in Africa; they own all the profits from it. So, on one hand you see poor Africans, then think oh, good on those Brits helping those poor Africans, but really, their interest is in the profits from the oil wells, and not in helping starving Africans. It was the Brits and the US, who got together back in the day, and basically bullied their way over into ownership of those oil wells. And when it comes to business, if they don’t get their own way, then they declare war on whoever is standing in their way; like China when there were Opium and Tea wars going on - how do you think Britain came in ‘ownership’ of Hong Kong till 1999! China was so taken aback by the Brits despicable warring tactics, that they ‘shut’ their door on the whole world – this whole time there has been no trade with China, is because of the bully brits. Its only just now, basically at the beginning of 2000, that China has seen an opportunity in manufacturing as a sure-fire way to “win” – and they will. I hate to tell you English wannabes, but they have a lot, not to be proud of. (And carried on pretty much like a bunch of spoilt little brats, and talk about self-declared important people!). Btw, apparently some of America, also suffered from this ‘wannabe English’ attitude, especially amongst the Yachting community! I feel these old-fashioned English type of women were often kind of snotty, snobby, and hoity-toity, and I feel like that’s what the aim of these mothers in the country Gunnedah was to be, they wanted to be this ‘superior sophisticated old-fashioned values, respectable women types’, and I feel the main reason why I’m writing about it in such a light, is because I would say, this attitude has persuaded that little blonde girl, that I’ve mentioned on numerous occasions, (read my “The Big Jelly Baby Scam photo”), who has been hounding me in Gunnedah over some years, and playing her game, which I’m now going to call “the not worthy game”, as in, you can’t have that good item because you don’t deserve it, because you don’t have XX amount of money and you’re not married to some rich farmer. (She makes my life hell – she will have some bad karma; I suspect she may have cancer by now – this is actually a real girl, unfortunatly, and not a figment of my imagination. It is a game for her, she finds it fun to torment. So, I’m not sure if that blonde girl is a former NEGS girl, I mean, I guess it stands to reason from what I’ve just said about their mothers, although look at my mother, and I do not share her attitude at all. My grandmother made the comment one day after we got back from a day shopping, that I talk to everyone, there are no discriminations!! (My grandmother too would have been a bit of a snob!) -but I also feel that there are girls who didn’t go to private schools, who feel ‘inferior’ to those girls who did, and so this may be that kind of rebellion (I don’t care what school you went to, although now that I am older, I have noticed a general distinction.) But I actually am quite concerned about that silly blonde girl attitude, and she is not alone, there are a few of them that work incahoots together. It’s beyond mentally unhealthy, the attitude of thinking someone is not worthy because of their income or marital status is so ridiculous and so far, removed from common sense, any girl who would have this idea, would literally fall into the category of sociopath, I don’t think I’m being too severe in recognizing this judgement. Why that girl and those mothers have not evolved into being more practical and accepting of the fact that pretty much everyone is working class these days, the only thing that differentiates people is their expectations and respectfulness towards other people. I unfortunatly have come across many women who fall into this category – little women. I have more to say about this issue infact - This problem is so big and large in society, that by the time women reach old age, and are put into nursing homes, where often sound minds are scarce to be found, yet amongst those women, the elderly biddys still wish to push this kind of class distinction. Money/ no money, it was really rife amongst the ladies, I witnessed while I briefly worked at Alkira nursing home, and a subject of subtle passive innuendos. In fact, it was really the number one issue underneath every conversation and every activity. It is this much of a big deal, and a big problem in my opinion. I say problem easily, because I’ve known many hoity-toity women in my time, in fact way more hoitytoits than low income mops, and I can assure you those hoity-toits have a lot of issues, and a lot of them come from a place of complete trashiness, where stealing theft, lying, and greed is huge and normal. Those issues are not restricted to low income people. As far as I am concerned if you go out of you way to be rude or steal from someone, then you indeed are not worthy. But being not worthy does not mean I would then ‘hound’ the person and steal from them. As such is the case of what certain female dogs do, I witnessed them do this, just cause they ‘think’ I may not like them. Stupid. You know, if someone does not like you – don’t worry about it, you can’t please everyone, the notion of following someone, harassing them or stealing from them just because they do not like you IS COMPLETY RIDUIUCULOUS – I know I certainly don’t give a dam if someone does not like me. Their loss. Oh, the red and black woollen cape above, was part of our school uniform too. This cape did very little in keeping one warm, especially in Armidale NSW where it often snowed in winter. But the school was completely strict and anal about our school uniform, we had about 6 or 7 different uniforms for various situations, and everything had to be just so, including all hems, 8 inches below the knee. They were really expensive too. I remember when I was in year 10, my brother who went to Tas, the boys school in Armidale (which, btw, is now Co-ed), as part of their school uniform they adopted a proper navy woollen coat, and when mum was purchasing one for him, for some reason, (unknown to me still) she decided that she would get one for me too! - I really don’t know how she came about to have this thought process because like I said, they were really anal about school uniform, and mum would’ve been happy to go along with whatever they said, whatever rules they come up with - she’s not the kind of person to rock the boat in this kind of area. So when I turned up at school with my Tas coat on - a complete violation of the school uniform policy, much to my surprise everyone was okay with it, it’s like they all stood back and said oh yeah that’s much better than those silly capes, I was permitted to wear it, and the following season NEGS put out a Navy woollen coat which was very nice, so after my going on about mum‘s old fashion tendencies here, I personally believe it was her that brought about the change in fashion from the cape to the coat!! Photo of cape is from Target – part of their costumes!! 19. Couples using singles they feel inferior to them, to invoke excitement in their marriage. Something has come to my consciousness, well actually it’s something I’ve been aware of for quite some time but it’s getting to the point now where I have to write about it because it is so weird and dysfunctional. What happens is; some, and by some, I mean most, married couples of a certain age, seem to fall into this strange peculiar pattern of doing something devious, so that the other can find them out, and chastise them. Now quite frankly, what couples do is none of my concern, and I don’t care what you get up to at all. However, the part where I mentioned ‘they do something devious’ - or ‘bad’ or ‘naughty’ -which ever word tickles your fancy, is where I come into it. I’m really at the point where I am sick and tired of dealing with people who behave badly and disrespectfully towards me, so that they can be chastised later by their husband and/or wife. I could give you heaps of examples, but I will refrain, plus I have mentioned such instances in other photo stories. This is not just restricted to one or two couples that have crossed my path, this is basically been a thing with every couple that I’ve encountered. I mean maybe it’s just a middle-aged phase that they all go through, but to me, from the outside looking in, it’s just a total moronic retardation dysfunction, and I can’t believe this is acceptable behaviour in adult society. And usually it’s not a one-way street, it’s both parties, take it in turns “you chastise me and then I’ll chastise you” - but this is often a subconscious thing - some of them aren’t even aware that they do it!! So sick. Hence why I’m writing about it. (I have even seen one person take the blame for something he did not do, in order, to get chastised for it, such is the enjoyment he takes in seeing his partner so angry, worked up and domineering) Another and even more sinister thing couples do, is one of them will try to dominate a third party, usually the same sex, and usually involuntary - they will seek a victim whilst the other one is watching, in an attempt to impress their partner with their ‘domination’ skills, and the hopes to turn them on for later that night in the bedroom. Siiiiiick. I often feel like I am surrounded on a planet by really sick people. Just because I’m single doesn’t make me your personal couples therapy victim. Piss off you stupid little twits. Take your dysfunctional moronic behaviour OUT. Stand back have a look at yourself, ask yourself, do you do this? And then make sure it doesn’t happen in the future - for your own mental health evolvement. Stick to something healthy – like gardening. Here is also a good time to mention another bizarre thing I’ve encountered, and that is; couples forming this relationship of one person bossing about another person. And this is the main basis of their relationship. That is what it revolves around. Up here in Queensland it’s usually always the man bossing the woman about. It’s really odd for me to witness this because I know what men are really like, so to see these women being bossed about -- it’s very strange. (My parents weren’t like this at all; each was left to do what they wanted; each had their own interests; mum wouldn’t encroach on dad‘s work/play life and dad did not encroach on mums running of the family household - it was just a symbiosis that totally worked (for the most part). When I see this phenomena of men bossing women about, I think to myself how unhealthy, I mean after all the bimbos and retard women I have encounted in my life (and there has been a lot, like what I have already mentioned on this blog) it’s got to still be totally unhealthy relationship. Those women will deeply resent their husbands, it will only be a matter of time, and as I am pretty sure also, I’ve mentioned before, those women take out their rage against their husband, when they see a younger woman, then they get an opportunity to then ‘boss’ them about. I have experience this on numerous occasions, and I can tell pretty much within five minutes of talking to a woman if she’s happily married or not - they give themselves away really easily. Most often the relationship didn’t start off that way, but over time, the couples develop a pattern of fighting for control and power, and it’s usually the man who relishes ‘the fight’, women don’t have that fight by nature instinct, and thus I suspect, this is why I often see men trying to boss around their wives, because the wife is sick of fighting, and so she’ll just say “yes dear”. But I have witnessed it the other way around, the woman starts off dominating the relationship and does so for many years, but then there’s a change, as women tire (or sometimes come to the realization that they are not as smart as they once thought, and can see their husbands have a clearer understanding on reality, sometimes) and her husband slowly takes over the relationship. But actually I secretly believe most men only want one thing out of marriage, and that’s to wrestle. More so than any other desire, (eventually) and if they can’t have it in their marriage - which often is the case, what woman would put up with a constantly fighting husband? So then the husband will find it elsewhere, and find other victims who he does not have to be respectful towards, because he is not married to them. That’s his mentality, “we are not married, so I do not have to treat this woman with any respect”. I’ve witnessed this numerous times. Gunnedah Council boys. So in essence, a marriage is just a process of one will taking over the other, and I’ve never really thought badly about marriage but when I look at it like this, I just am really glad that I’m not married. You know my mother was a marriage counsellor, and I used to eavesdrop on the sessions she had when the church was unavailable, she would have them at our place, I was only quite young, but I did find it fascinating. 1st image shows my garden at Rangari; 20. Is your garden too good for society? My garden at Rangari near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia was shaping up to be amazing, and it would’ve been amazing, if I had had another 10 years. It would’ve been a ‘notable’ garden, people would literally want to drive out and see it. And this was the main reason, I feel, I was cast out of it, and Gunnedah, because this would’ve been this big society thing, and someone like me (unmarried, childless and no full-time employment) was considered ‘not worthy’ of having a notable garden, or being credited for something notable. (Even though I did ALL of it myself “no bragging allowed” weird societal dog rules) I find this attitude is perpetuated by bimbo women who are married to rich husbands, aswell as famous celebrity types who have inferior gardens (like Judy Dench, Olivia Newton-John or Tom Cruise, especially when it comes to food gardens.) And you know what, if I was living out there, and had not done any gardening, so the place just looked bare, I would put money on the fact that I would have been able to remain there. Seriously. “oh, if only I was a pathetic drunk loser that just sat around and did nothing, like everybody else out there.” Really and truly, if you listen to what society dictates, you would end up doing nothing, accomplishing nothing, and not living or evolving in any way! I find in life, one has to ‘shove society back up its arse.’ The ‘not worthy’ torment by girls in Gunnedah has been the biggest theme in Gunnedah, the whole time I was there, Gunnedah is made up of some stupid unevolved little girls. However, it is not ‘across the board’ attitude, there are a few people with common sense out there, - just those ones don’t seem to have a lot of power in society. I find jealousy in gardening is extreme. It is more of a problem in the gardening world, than of the fashion world, and that is truly saying something. I mean if you have the best garden on the block, you will be without doubt, the most resented person on the block. And if you have the energy to put a water feature in your garden, like a pond, OMG this is considered very lavish, and you will be hated beyond comprehension. I have written about this before, but it was stolen, so I am hitting the nail on the head with this story. (I recall when I was talking to the manager of the Alkira Nursing home one day, about the lovely water fountain they have out the front – often it is switched off, I asked him why, and straight away he said – “its political!” As in, we could run it, no problems, but too many people think we are wasting water, so we can’t – out of jealousy, as a lot of ‘out of towners’ have no water, especially when the dams run dry in summer, and they have no bore for some reason. Now, I’m not sure if this is a worldwide phenomenon, or it’s just an Australian lazy thing - “I can’t be bothered to get off the couch” and plus ‘there’s not enough water’ thing. (There are plenty of people that have plenty of water in Australia, but on the other hand there are other people who don’t have any water, and this has caused a big riffraff in my opinion, with the people who don’t have water, pouncing on people who do - it’s out of pure jealousy. Btw, I’m not overly familiar with my Bible Scriptures, but someone told me that jealousy is a sin - so stop being so bloody sinful, and start gardening! Put in some big 70,000L cement tanks! Come on! Get with it - it’s not going to suddenly start raining frequently. If you want to garden, you got to make plans for it, don’t just wait for the government to fix it – the government is not going to fix the water problem. BTW, I have observed a thing with some couples who want to have a nice garden, but don’t want to feel like they’re doing all the work, while their partner sits on the couch, so because of that attitude, no garden gets done! Of course, I’ve seen other couples boasting about how the lady of the house designs the garden, and does odd little things, whilst happily instigating to her husband about any of the heavier lifting/ wheelbarrow pushing/rock formation etc etc jobs that need to be done. And of course, he happily and lovingly accepts these little jobs to make his garden look fantastic! (The way it ought to be of course!!) See my orange trees above, those are the ones specially chosen by me, to be ripe at different times, so I can harvest for 6mnths of the year – BRILLIANT (and I did, the last 2 or 3 years I was there). Special thanks to Robert and Amanda White down the road, who gave me their hay remains for mulch – I was expected to give them some oranges over the coming seasons, but as I was Cast out, I cannot. Although no help available from them; locals who knew everyone in the area, re a new farmhouse rental. Although, that may be probably, from the Whites, having so many kids - the Whites are big breeders, 4 brothers, each married with 4 kids, who now would each have kids in turn – NO WONDER THERE WAS NO WHERE TO LIVE IN GUNNEDAH – btw, this was the ‘norm’ amongst people in Gunnedah, to have these ridiculously large families. I mean how non-thinking were those bimbo mothers? Not sure if it is still that way, but TOO LATE. (My mum wanted 5 kids, settled on 4 – ridiculous.) 21. Screaming Always Works So titled because I have found this to be true, whenever I have been in difficulties or in trouble of some form – which invariably happens in life - if I scream, it fixes the problem. I can give you quite a lot of examples; Once I was horse-riding, and I had big long lunging rein, doing some circle work with Batman, and he was getting a bit annoyed because he was an older horse, he didn’t need circle work as far as he was concerned, and indeed, he didn’t need the circle work, I was just practising my horse techniques (young women, so silly sometimes). The lunging rein was a super long one, for some reason I bought the 20 meter long one. At one point I looked down, and the rein was all tangled around my leg, and this was right at the point where Batman threw a little hissy fit, and was about to storm off, and in fact he had started his ‘flight’ response, so I could immediately see what was about to happen; I was about to be dragged across the whole paddock by my leg that was tangled up in this 20 meter long rein, DISASTER, and I thought what am I going do to get out of this; you can’t really stop a horse in his ‘flight’ response, and so the only thing that came to me was SCREAM, so I did, as loud as I could, I was watching Batman, and it totally worked, he stopped completely and looked at me in shock “what was that”, once he saw that I was still standing there holding the rein, he kind of got ready to take off again, angry walking trot, and so I immediately dropped to the ground, and I knew I had about 5 seconds to untangle the rein and free my foot, I did it as fast as I could, - it was just like in a movie, and just as he was taking off, I got the last bit untangled, and it slithered out of my hands and along the grass and up the whole paddock, 1 second away from total disaster! Thank God for my scream! I remember as kids when we were playing, if there was any situation where the boys were being too rowdy, or I was losing in someway, can’t really remember specific details of child’s play, but I remembered, if I screamed they stopped whatever they were doing immediately, it got to the point where, are all I had to say was “if you do it, I’ll scream” and they would give up straight away! “oh ok, you win” in that subservient tone! ha ha ha ha ha ha There was another time with my cat, he was missing, he had run away due to a dog attack from the bad next-door neighbours, and he was blind, so it had been two weeks, and I figured he was probably lost, he probably wanted to come home, as he would’ve got over the fear by that point, but perhaps he couldn’t find the way, so I went outside and screamed, and he turned up later that day! Although I didn’t scream too loudly, as actually, I have got an almighty scream, you wouldn’t believe it, I could probably set a record! And one time at school, I screamed, it was year seven, after my arm broke, and it was so loud that it woke the dead literally! That expression is really true, later on that night when I was in so much pain, I saw a ghost! No joke. The ghost was a little girl, she was brushing her hair. Like a white shadow. I experienced fear that night. And often I see movies where the girl is in trouble - if only she had of screamed! she would’ve been saved! I highly recommend learning how to scream. I want to point out, as a young child I never screamed, or threw tantrums, or barely even cried, my mother said I was a perfect little angel who never cried. And this makes sense to me, I was always very accepting of the situation when I was young, I never questioned anyone or anything, which actually I think is a little unhealthy, because people tend to take advantage of you when you’re young, and you have to learn how to question authority, but it wasn’t necessary I guess with my parents. And, happy mum, happy baby. I do believe when I was a temp nanny I learned that there comes a point in a late toddlers time when he/she clearly needs to learn the word no, so you do have to say no to them about something, and so let the child scream, so he/she learns from an early age he/she can’t always have what he/she wants. I believe if parents don’t do this you get total spoiled little brats on your hands such as the ones I have witnessed and who steal from me; it’s because their parents never set that boundary when they were a toddler. Often, the so called ‘spoilt’ ones, are people from poorer families. Total challenge of the perceived spoilt brat here. This was the house my parents purchased briefly, before they moved to Gunnedah. Before, they were both from Sydney, but they both wanted to move to the country, to raise their kids in the clean fresh air of the country, and this is where they ended, Limbri, near Tamworth. I have fond memories of swimming around that log, the one you can see poking up in the river. 22. 9 out of 10 kids in Australia are raised with dysfunctional tactics Observation of the reason for the bane of my life: In my 47 years of experience, I’ve come to the opinion that a lot of parents cannot discipline their kids at all, they’re clueless about how to raise a child, most of them would like to be ‘friends’ with their kids instead of reprimanding them when they misbehave, so those kids grow up to be adults who continue to be misbehave and think it’s really cute and funny still, just because they never learnt as a child what’s wrong / right / acceptable / not acceptable. And there is an element of mothers out there who encourage this naughty behaviour especially in their sons, because they are subconsciously attracted to the ‘bad boy’ type - it’s actually, really sick. And don’t get me started on the problems of single mothers. Then there’s the opposite of that problem, with over controlling, over bearing, overyelling mothers, who encourage their kids to be stupid, by not allowing them to think and act for themselves, they dare not for fear of being reprimanded, those kids turn out to be ‘dog’ personalities – unbearable people. You know, a little bit of free reign goes a long way - actually, it is the easiest way of how to get what you want and manipulate someone anyway, because you earn their trust pretty quickly, most parents really should think about this, instead of bumbling along; you actually have to put work into a kid, you can’t just feed, clothe and make sure, they get off to school, there is way more to parenting, stuff that requires clever and creative thinking. One teacher I know had a parent who used physical violence to teach, in the hopes that the shock of a blow to the head/cane to the hand, will cause the person to remember and wake up. I know you’re aghast now, however, this person, who obviously now has a greater understanding about physical abuse, and what is acceptable/not acceptable, decided to still employ the ‘shock’ tactic to wake a child (I’m not talking about literally waking them up from sleep here, if you think I’m talking about that and there’s no hope for you and you shouldn’t have kids) So, what he did was, went outside grabbed a branch of gum leaves brought them back inside. He started talking to the kids, teaching in his normal manner and then he referred to the gum branch on his desk, started telling the kids about the beauty of Australian native plants, he picks it up showing them the colour and the shape of the leaves, and as he was talking, all of a sudden, he quickly put it up above his head, and then slammed it down onto his desk as hard as he could. Then gently said “just wanted to wake you up kids!” Then he started his lesson, so at that moment, all those kids were fully wide-awake, excited and paying attention. And see, no one was harmed in the whole process - clever and creative thinking. (you could also occasionally call them “clever little sausages”, that would get them thinking!). I’m the kind of person that gives free reign to people, so artists love me! But I found it quite extraordinary, when I was a temp nanny, at one point in my earlier life; some kids, when they encounter someone like me, someone who gives them ‘free reign’, they just absolutely go berserk, their dysfunction is so apparent, well I should say, their parent’s dysfunction, in the way they raise their child, on such a short leash. I saw kids ‘act out’ and rebel, they get up to all sorts of naughty things, and “quick before their parents come home! “it’s really obvious that keeping a child (or an adult) on a short leash is dysfunctional, it’s not right, and parents who do, encourage stupidity and crime, not to mention create dogs who do the exact opposite of what you want, as an act of rebellion, like when I go to the loo, I think, “don’t disturb me, I am going to the loo”, so these stupid people, women, always, try and break the cubicle door down to get in (serious, has happened repeatedly). And rebellion leading to jumping on the first band wagon that comes along, and in Australia, that is petty theft and stalking) In fact I’d like to talk more about this ‘free reign’ some more. When it comes to adults, I haven’t actually met anyone who, if you give enough rope, they won’t hang themselves, as in, if you don’t stand up for yourself and fight for yourself, (become slightly nazi), and reign them in, they will treat you disrespectfully, they will steal from you, they will bully you. This comes back to having been on a short tight leash and, suddenly not being on a leash - they are unable to think responsibly for themselves. I really have had it up to here with adults who haven’t grown up and learnt how to be mature. Some guy told me, that if he hears somebody tell him that he can’t do it, then he immediately will do it. No matter how stupid it is, or how dangerous it is. He’ll just do it. That’s his nature he said. He said he knows heaps of other people who do it to. I just want to say to that guy – you are a moron, raised by moron parents. And normally I do not attack people just for being morons. I only write about them if they steal from me, or are absolutely disrespectful, and are harassing me - but I suspect possibly maybe he was insinuating that because my blog’s main theme is ‘do not steal from me’, he was implying, they even more so will now. Well, I know copycatting is a big thing, especially amongst morons, but overall I have noticed a reduction in the thefts since I started my blog – most thieves are cowards, and cowards do not want to be named and shamed – that would be their worst nightmare. Btw, that guy was English, so this moronic nature is not just an Australian thing, it’s also shared by the English! But, also there comes a time in an adults life when they choose if they still act rebellious, regardless of how bad their parents screwed up – a man in his 40’s still behaving like a rebel is just plain pathetic. This is why other people, mostly mother’s dysfunction, is my bane, why I have to take these stupid dog women personalities to battle on a regular basis. Do you know, it’s not up to me to reign you in - it’s up to you to take responsibility for your own thoughts, words and actions. I am not your mother or your father. So that’s why they need to put values, ethics and communication in the classroom, in Schools, Universities / Colleges. Throw religion out, and bring in ethics. I really recommend not having kids at all, I have not met one single mother who wasn’t jealous of me, and it’s because I do not have kids (and am not married, - I think secretly jealous of that too) Honestly a young woman bumbles through life not actually thinking about what will make them happy, they just do as what is expected, and follow the crowd, I have met heaps of woman that would be far happier not having kids, particularly the creative types, control freaks, and especially anyone on low income. Do yourself a favour. 23. Cruel Australian Farmers and their gung-ho kids Often in my life I have seen stock kept in a bare ‘treeless’ paddocks/yards on 50°C+ summer days without any shade or at least shade trees. Talk about stress. (Also come market day, often stock are left for days in open pens in the stinking heat). I have seen farmers often using painful electric zappers to prod stock when they’re sorting them out in the yards - just totally unnecessary, it doesn’t take much to be able to drive/herd a cow in the direction you want. Only a truly hopeless non thinking bogan would have to use an electric prong. Don’t get me started on the cruelty that goes on with the pig shooters - injuring and wounding animals so they are left screaming ALL night long. It’s disgusting. And mainly its farmers kids that take their dad’s licenced gun out shooting with their friends. A lot of farmers let their kids do as they please on the farm, and they have no idea what they get up. Farming boys in particular have no empathy or respect for animals, they’re very cruel, actually girls too. (NEGS girls) this phenomenon should be recognised and dealt with in schools since parents are so hopeless. Come on TAKE RESPONSBILITY FOR AUSTRALIAN BOGAN BEHAVIOUR, don’t just sweep it under the carpet. The teenages I knew when I was 18 were my brother and his friends (16yrs olds) they were rogues, they used to walk along the streets at night and find cars that didn’t have locking petrol caps, and siphoned the petrol out so that they could take it onto one of their farms and go bike riding. Someone told me, a boy once poured petrol on a cow, then set it alight – I bet it was Heath Barwick. Bimbo mother. Also, one day my neighbour discovered a dead cow near the roadside on her farm - it had been shot, she noted that they had been shooters out there the evening before. She reckons that they didn’t find anything to shoot (they would’ve been looking for roos) and so they just shot her cow from their car. Evil country Bogan delinquent behaviour, that gets swept under the carpet. 24. What kind of Jerk keeps a Birdie on a Chain (image shows a Galah on a stand, attached by a chain around its ankle Don’t get me started on birdcages too, only a sadistic little bird bitch would keep a bird in a cage! Really and truly I can’t believe how stupid some people are; birds have wings, they’re meant to fly, APPLY COMMON SENSE! They’re not meant to be locked up in a small cage, non-thinking idiots. 25. Being cruel to animals automatically puts you in the “worthless” category I know about these fighting fish, I had one at one point. He would just hang out by the filter at the top of this huge aquarium, sometimes venturing out. In retrospect it was too big for him, he would not have felt comfortable, and thus safe. I see them on youtube now, very happy in smallish tanks, like 30cm high with 25cm of water, full of plants and logs; happy as Larry, and they venture around the tank, quite active. So, this see-through transparent small vase type situation shown above with only water, is not really ideal. How would you like it. There seems to be some major animal cruelty going on in Australia, particularly amongst kids, I’ve seen some awful things, but first, I want to talk about little things that they do, like if they come across something icky like a spider or a snake, they go on the attack, and kill the poor little innocent creature, when really all they have to do is let the merry little creature be on it’s merry little way. So, shame on all the adults and teachers who don’t explain this to children. It is their planet too. They have just as much of a right to be here as we do. The same right as we have to be here, so do they. They are thinking, feeling and social creatures, just like us. Some are reflective, some are at the top of their game – just like humans. Also, if there is a snake and you want it gone, all you have to do is jump up and land on the ground hard – the snake feels those hard shocking vibrations (they are deaf) and will immediately want out of the situation, will leave and take cover. No need to try to kill it; and watch that glorious creature as it slithers in its sultry way off. Animals are meant to be here, this is their planet – and they are the underdog, I personally believe anyone acting cruel to animals will later have to pay for it, nature will seek revenge. So be respectful to animals. (Read my Leech story). Living in the country surrounded by animals, I have witnessed a few terrible things, from farmers not knowing how to handle cattle properly; using stress and painful electric prods. To their kids being allowed to take their dad‘s gun and going pig hunting, and injuring the pig only, not killing it, so it was left screaming for hrs and hrs all night - it was the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard, I don’t know about that pig but I know I will never forgive those boys responsible for doing it, shame on those ignorant country delinquents. I often talk about how I am frequently followed and harassed by people, this might have something to do with our neighbours at 18 Henry Street, Gunnedah, dad knew who they were, I have no idea who they were, except I met a relative of theirs in the horticulture course, nice girl. I never saw them really, sometimes I heard them but only usually when they were outside eavesdropping on our noisy family, the dad was a Miner, he was big and had big boofy hair, he was divorced, and if I recall he had some little brats, one of them stuck his hand out the window and lost his arm with a passing car, and another one I heard when I was in the garage one day, he was behaving a little oddly, so it could be him? No idea who, but it sounded like a child back then, I remember now, he was barking and making yelping cruel noises, NO, he had a little puppy, that’s right, they had a thing for dogs, and he was being really nasty, teasing and hurting the dog, the dog was making yelping noises it was quite disgusting, I felt sick, I had to leave, that was 35 years ago or more, sicko -no wonder they follow me around; might be nice and refreshing to be around someone who is not a sicko, and who’s healthy. BUGGER OFF - You are way beneath me (never thought I’d say that to anyone) but it’s plain as day - being cruel to animals automatically puts you in the worthless category. (akin to stealing). This is the kind of issue that those so-called mental health workers can sink their teeth into, instead of pissing about trying to call people crazy. They need to get into schools and deal with these kinds of issues. Those kids (not just 1 or 2) only learn this cruelty from their parents and teachers / older siblings. The only way it will be stopped, is if you get into the schools and deal with it, they need to be taught to recognize cruelty/power games, it’s no good trying to get through to their parents, their parents have big egos, they’re not going to listen to anyone. (And, snakes aren’t pets, you morons). Also I don’t recommend leaving children around animals, unattended (no matter what age) - some of them have very warped ideas of what they can do to an animal, kids still haven’t learnt a lot of things about life, particularly how to be gentle and caring, which is what is required when you’re dealing with animals. I would never leave a child under the age of 18 alone with an animal, unless they have specifically been taught about that animal and how to handle it and how to care for it, any animal. And it is something that needs to be taught, it’s not an instinct for a lot of people. Why they market pet animals to kids, is odd. So the same people who follow me around and sabotage me – these are the types of people who would also be cruel to animals – it’s the same thing, stemming from the same problem. If they have kids, it would be passed on to them too – this cruelty. 26. Stuff I should have Known I watched this fantastic enlightening program this week. They had done a real documentary, but they put it in a movie form, so it was entertaining, infotainment!. It was an interesting story about the rise of the women’s movement in the 60s and 70s. And also interestingly enough, the rise of the anti-feminist movement. It was actually the ‘smarts’ of one woman, who opposed the feminist movement, in order to help swing the Republicans, and Ronald Reagan, into power. This popular and manipulative women managed to get 40,000 other women to oppose: women in the workplace, equal rights, equal pay and abortion! The power of pretty and popularity! And also intern, favour a strong patriarch, which involves obeying and asking husband for permission to do anything, and includes putting up with beatings, and or rape. It was extraordinary watching, I tell you. A tactic they used to gain housewives and women to join the anti-feminist movement was scaring those women into thinking they may be forced to give up their family life and have to find a job, or be drafted into the army - which of course no one was trying to do anyway. Lying fear mongering tactics that pollies STILL use today – (they will be getting cancer, due to a lack of morals). But, as soon as Regan got into power (he won) he denounced the leader of the anti-feminist group, in favour for a feminist! Quite ironic, because the woman leading the anti-feminist group didn’t really care about the platform she was on anyway, she just used it to get the Republicans to win, (she and her husband were obviously Republicans, and wanted them to win) So, 50–50 she could’ve jumped on the either bandwagon for the women’s movement or against, and who knows where the feminist movement would be right now if it were the other. While the women’s movement were campaigning for these kinds of equal opportunities, it wasn’t until 30 years later in 1990, that women could join the army - it’s like basically the women’s feminist movement was single-handedly halted, due to one woman, who didn’t really even care about the platform anyway. The movie did also touch on the fact that women who get listened to, by other women, are women of stature and beauty, it’s like she who is the most eloquent and pretty, wins. I’m afraid times haven’t changed at all in that respect. I strongly suspect, this is why she thought nothing wrong with being opposed to the women’s movement, because she herself could do anything she wished, people listened to her, she was married to wealthy husband, she was tall and pretty, and was smart, she could read the situation. It is not like that, for a lot of other women, especially when they are older. I felt watching her, she didn’t realise what it is like for a lot of other women, particularly ones that aren’t married to wealthy husbands, and not the best lookers. Having said that, with my experience in the workplace, well I think you all know where I stand, and my feelings about women if you read my blog. But I will describe one incident which further shows you what I’m talking about. When I first started employment, it was a room full of women, also with a female boss. It was definitely a bitchy experience. Bitchiness from colleagues, as well as from the boss, with pack like mentalities working to manipulate, bully and cast out. I only lasted 2 yrs there because of it. Several years later I worked elsewhere with a room full of women, however the manager at that place was male. I can assure you it makes a HUGE difference when there’s a man around. Women tend to behave, and don’t act all bitchy, well as much, they still got up to female antics if the boss was not looking. (But from my perspective, the difference is EXTRAORDINARY, I also found this outside of the workplace, whenever there was a man around, my friends would behave completely differently, they tended to be all sweet and nice. I always thought those men that get drawn in by those sweet women, when they get married, they would soon discover what they’re wives are really like! There’s not many women I have encountered, that I would actually describe as “Sweet” more like the opposite of that (well, except for me!) As some very famous musician said “they are absolute piranhas”). I need to mention, all the women in my first employment were, or were, trying to be ‘ladies from the “higher echelons of society”!! so they had motivation to behave. Whereas my second employment, I felt there certainly was no sort of motivation like that, most of them were on minimum wage, no airs or graces! And so, the difference between those women, was obvious and significant - the willingness to fight, argue, and be totally bitchy, was normal and big - they most definitely had to have a man there to keep them all in line. If there wasn’t a man there, it would’ve been absolute hell for me in my brief time there. I’ve heard of stories of women escaping domestic violence situations or abusive situations in one form or the other by entering the workplace and becoming independent; For me it was kind of the opposite, to escape abusive situation, I had to leave the workplace and start my own business. I feel people who are righteous and have morals, tend not to make it in the workplace, and they don’t tell you at school, when they are supposedly meant to be preparing you for life as an adult; that you need to check your values at the door, as soon as you enter to the workplace. I noted this many years ago, and I think about it over the years, (still unwilling to compromise mine), and in the meantime, someone has taken it upon themselves to makes sure they put unemployed people across my path – just so I could see, there are far worse bimbo evil entities, not working! I would like to add to the above “no airs or graces! “ Actually, this is a definite thing amongst a large sector of women in Gunnedah. They were raised specifically to shun new fashion trends, or wanting to have nice things in life, a nice house, designer brands, these women specifically had this attitude because they didn’t have these things in the first place, or their mothers did not, and it was a way to make themselves feel better about it – a “righteous” attitude to so speak. I remember turning up to a fellow 9yr old’s birthday party in a brand-new pretty pink dress, and oh my gosh, was I chastised by all the mothers, big time. Not just the mother of the girl whose birthday it was, but all the mothers had a go at me, because of my new pretty dress. I had told her daughter, the birthday girl, the day before that I had a new dress for the party and I could not wait for the party, and I believe she told her mother, who then told her daughter that she was to wear school uniforms, as it was an after school party, and to tell all her friends to wear school uniform only - all because she didn’t want to have to buy a new party dress for her daughter. I tell you what, some people just don’t know how to live, and if you can’t wear a pretty dress at a girls birthday party, when can you wear one? stupid women, stupid mother‘s in Gunnedah. (I think I need to add, the birthday girl lived in a more ‘fancy’ part of town. Not poor. I mean maybe if she lived in a slum, possibly in India (back in the day), I would expect school uniforms normal for a little girls birthday party…..). Do you see how, a child’s mother, or father/carer… has to accompany a child at all times…. to keep the dogs at bay. They are everywhere. Or at any rate; prepare your child for DOGS. I wanted to put a photo of my silver bow here at the front as a reminder to little short blonde bimbo who steals from me, this is mine you jealous little fool 27. Sunrooms full of ferns When I was about 5yrs old, living at Limbri, my parents put on a house addition, off the existing living room. It was a big sunroom addition, huge, with a cork floor (it was the 70s). Mum filled it with ferns. I used to roller skate around the room, I loved it, I loved that room! (And what a cool mum I had, ok with me roller-skating in her new room!). Unfortunately, I can’t have a cork floor as a renter, but I do have a Veranda that I have filled with ferns, my love of ferns most definitely stems from mum’s room and roller skating around it. Such happy memories. But alas, yet another landlord who has just given me notice to leave. As I’m getting more experienced now with bloody landlords, unlike any plants I’ve planted in the garden, at least I can take all my potted ferns with me. J Let’s all hope and pray, that I can find a place that has a suitable spot for all my ferns. I’m thinking a place by the beach north of Bundy sounds perfect!! Just putting it out there. I wrote about this story before, and it’s completely missing, completely gone out of all my folders outlook and backups. FERNS ROLLERSKATING CORK FLOORS II then also had here, screenshots of 3 emails from my landlord, they were emails showing our conversation; how the situation went from, not very nice landlord, to revolting landlord. As she (Cate Rogers, possibly Miss Wainberg from South Australia, then Gunnedah, then QLD?). Cate was coming around to my place to do work on the house, frequently, actually, she was a total nuisance, leaving a mess, telling me wrong days and times, demanding I help her, and move my furniture to accommodate her wishes and whims of what she wanted to do around the place. She was and is completely disrespectful. The next thing she wanted to do was paint the house. I got back to her and said I do not wish for her to paint the house, because it would involve me moving my furniture and ferns, - a huge job, I was not up for it (sore arms), and this was something she would expect me to do by myself. Plus, I know, she would not have cleaned up herself either, and left a huge mess - she’s a very selfish person. Plus, I felt it didn’t need to be done, it was only 6yrs old. And then she emailed me back, asking me to leave, with bullshit accusations of tenancy breach, (there were still eight months on the lease). STUPID. She later got back to me and said she has a buyer for the house (AS IF). Do you see the kind of bullshit I have to put up with as a renter; fuck landlords, they are so greedy and dishonest – ALL OF THEM. {a little birdy told me it was Helen Elder next door, who found out my rent price (medalling manipulative bitch), and got back to Cate and said, ‘you should be charging more rent’, and so then Cate has got all ‘bimbodog psyched ’ up about it, and decide to kick me out as she could not put the rent up for another 8mnths. Anyway, then on my blog before, I had, initially, just a photo of my ferns, without the images of the emails, to say - I want to show the difference of what my blog would be like, if I didn’t have the problems of not owning my own home; Nice picture of ferns, vs, picture accompanied by many many swearing negative arshole situations that I am in. And I believe all the theft‘s and harassment also exist, because I am not a home owner. I mean I can’t say for certain, but I’m fairly sure at Rangari, if that had been my land, my farm. I wouldn’t have had people coming on it, and stealing from me. (?) Ofcourse when I wrote this, I failed to see how that incident when I was 18, and refused Austudy, by stupid cunts at Centrelink, would affect my social standing in Sydney “she’s so rich she cannot get Austudy”. As if. This is main reason, I believe, why I have not yet got sick – teach those stupid cunts a lesson. And this is why I state on my blog; I insist that parents, if they can’t afford to buy their kids a home when they turn 18, then don’t have kids, because it’s actually not worth it - it’s the difference between living life to its fullest with joy and passion, and enjoying all what planet earth has to offer, or having a fucked life, consisting of being victimized continuously in the form of harassment, stealing and being forced to constantly move on. 28. Notice to leave, 2nd image above This notice to leave photo was stolen off this website - I had to re add it - There seems to be some computer nerd idiot who is removing my life story photos on a daily basis - I have to constantly re upload many photo stories. Also, by the way, I have a majorly collapsed arch, sometimes known as plantar fasciitis. It happened in 2017, it was not diagnosed until late 2019, and as a result, I was making it continuously worse that whole time, walking on the offending boot that had a slight hole in it, and as a result, majorly damaging my foot. I am still unable to walk on it today five years later. I put in for disability pension, I was rejected, whether I did not provide the right documents is still in question, I have resubmitted. But my landlord (similar age to me) receives a pension, and she doesn’t have anything wrong with her at all. But she has a 13-year-old son, and so they gave it to her for that reason, technically they’re not allowed to do that, and I wouldn’t really care, except the fact that they rejected me and I can’t walk. It seems you have to be blonde and pretty to get a pension in this country. BTW, she went through with Qcat, and the judge told her very politely – BUGGER OFF YOU NUISANCE LANDLORD. So, I get to stay till lease ends with bitch landlord, how lucky I am…. My landlord still refuses to fix the bathroom. I have a video of the Qcat hearing, I have not put it here, as it was over in 30 seconds, but the reason I have kept this video of this day in court, is because there were alarm bells, the first one being that the judge was female, and looked like my landlord – same hair, same height, same weight, same complexion, same age too. Plus, it’s unusual, still, in today’s Australian climate for a female judge - maybe in the future there will be female judges, but still today, very much a male dominated area. Also, it was 6th Jan. I do not believe court was back in session so soon after New Year? Also, I’m fairly certain, 99% certain, I saw that woman who said she was the judge (judge McGarvey, so I was advised) working at the Courier depot in Bundaberg who took my large parcel and overcharged me by $30, in affect stealing from me by $30. I saw her elsewhere too in Bundaberg. Following me? Possible old NEGS girl? Also, my landlord didn’t stand a chance of winning. Her reasons were bogus, she had no chance of winning at all. And lastly, I suspect the girls who work at Bundaberg court, had something to do with it - they were ‘egging’ my landlord into opening a Qcat dispute to waste my time, and make money for them; as they get paid, even if the case is thrown out, such as this one. So, I had to take all that time to prepare anyway, in case it was not thrown out. DOGS, I will not forgive you, so you better start praying. Btw, no wonder the court system is still male dominated, with this kind of shenanigans. So dodgy, so dishonest. That’s what makes the whole of the female species look pathetic. Blonde’s will be blondes. You know, this is a common thing about rich cocky women, like that of one who works in a courthouse, or a landlord….; is that they love feeling superior, they like to think that the person standing next to them has less money than them, and therefore is inferior to them, and thus they feel they can treat them disrespectfully. I kid you not, this is the thought process that goes through their stupid heads. Newsflash, this is how stupid women think. Anyone with a brain, would not only be academically intelligent, but they would be ‘emotionally’ and ‘intuitive’ intelligent, and thus have compassion and empathy, and not fall prey to such unsophisticated attitude. I do speak to a lot of smart people, and this is how they think – it has naught to do with money. I should mention part of my landlords bogus claims to try and end my lease was this Blog, she wanted the court to force me to delete it (take it down), she tried to somehow relate it to my lease, which ofcourse she does not get a say in my Blog. (Do you see her big ego, her arrogance? - I sure as hell do.) Especially as the main reason she wanted it down was because she was EXPOSED in all her thieving blonde bimbo glory, as was the whole Kookaburra park here, and the people in it who steal from me. EXPOSE! – READ ALL ABOUT IT! THE REAL NEWS! Least the judge told her where to go. 29. DOGS – the Government big secret in Australia I am trying to think back to when I was 18 and visited that Centrelink to apply for Austudy, (and was refused due to counter girl being a cunt dog). I have decided, I must have spoken to a ‘dog’ who was pretending to work there, and not actually proper staff. I say this because, I known, in MANY other situations over the years, say, for example, a shop owner, puts a ‘dog’ in to talk to me, and usually, eventually after not getting anywhere with stupid ‘dog’, the owner steps in. Only back when I was 18, how the hell was I to know about ‘dogs’, how was I meant to know that Centrelink put ‘dogs’ at their counter? How was I to know they did this incredible STUPID thing? There was no mention of this in my family, there was no mention of this factor at school. What the hell! Are you living in UNREAL world parents and teachers?? I remember now, there were dogs at Melbourne Centrelink, and Coffs harbour Centrelink too. Must be a big hang out spot for dogs. So, it seems back then too when I was 18, there was some strange woman (who probably does not work for Centrelink) who was following me around? with, it seems the whole point being to sabotage me. Or maybe she just hung out a Centrelink office, to try to send Aus study recipients away empty handed (liberals were in power back then, I remember – is this tactic to save money, by stealing from entitled young 18 yr olds?? Dam liberals, labour would never do such a thing. So, Centrelink staff allows ‘dogs’ to go behind the counter and serve me, when they don’t actually work for Centrelink, and have NO IDEA about anything as they are stupid ‘dogs’. This country is FUCKED for doing this. Aiding and abetting stupid dogs. I mean, am I meant to ask the girl behind the counter at every shop/place, I go to “Are you a stupid dog, or do you actually work here?” It comes down to the fact that the people who work at Centrelink are cunts for allowing ‘dogs’ to deal with customers, and not proper staff. I hope you get cancer, die, and burn in hell you stupid staff and dogs. You know this blog is living proof about how stupid the dogs are. Proof they get things wrong and mess up ALL THE TIME. Proof about how hopping mad this country is. Proof that people ought not to be talking to futile dogs, there is no place for them in the work place. People need to be talking to me to obtain all the proper facts. No wonder I have so many stories that go missing, and get deleted; what’s the matter? - don’t you want anybody to know about the ‘infuriating dogs’? Or about how WRONG the dogs are, all the time. {at least ¾ of them belong in jail}. 30. Don’t be afraid of being accused HERO Female Hero problems in Australia I recall saying in my “Things I wish was told when I was 18” photo story, (p1 on https://emilyconstancebieman.wixsite.com/blog ), about how when you’re 18 or so, sometimes tragic situations seem so bad, but later when you’re older looking back, you can see how it wasn’t really that bad compared to how bad things can be. So, I just want to add further to that, maybe a young adult may think, well if my problems aren’t that bad, yet I’m feeling so bad right now, perhaps I should just kill myself, because it’ll just get worse; I would like to say; well, no, feeling bad is a phase EVERYONE goes through, you eventually learn how to deal with your emotions, how to deal with deep emotions, and how to handle life. So, wait it out and hang on in there. BUT the reason I mention this, is because they have advised me; young people apparently commit suicide, and that’s part of the reason, so they tell me, why they don’t tell kids at school, what life is really like, because it would be too scary, and they might kill themselves! (Some people are totally warped). And I say apparently, because I’ve never known anyone to commit suicide, and I’ve never known anyone who has known anyone who committed suicide. AND, I do know how people like to jump on a bandwagon, and a personal mission to save all the so-called destitute young people who want to commit suicide. There seems to be a major hero complex going on (particularly amongst women). Actually, I’d go one step further, and say this is way more of a mental health problem, than the problem of people committing suicide - in my experience. In fact, A HUGE PROBLEM. I know other people can see it too, and so they themselves go on personal missions to be ‘antiheroes’, especially towards anyone who may have had help from someone who they perceive as a helpful hero type person (I am not going to give any examples, or name anyone – but I could, heaps) – btw, those antihero people are completely stupid. Now, I personally feel like it’s normal for a rational young person to have thoughts of “my life has no meaning, what’s the point, maybe I should kill myself” - this is a normal process for a young person to go through, their life probably doesn’t have any meaning at that point, their career hasn’t begun, they may not have met anyone to love or lost their school friends, they may not have developed any passions or interests yet, and most likely, they have everyone trying to control them and tell them what to do, when, they can now see or definatly feel, the inbalance of power that is going on. When I was at school, I recall this issue of powerplay wasn’t even a topic of concern at all, it’s like everybody has to shut up and do what the teacher says or else they get in trouble. A young person really didn’t have much power at all. So, aside from maybe committing suicide, this powerplay is probably a fundamental reason of why young people take to drugs {it’s not because their lives are shitty, or their just young and stupid}, they have to somehow deal with over controlling behaviour that has been going on in their life by power tripping people {aggressively so, or passive aggressively so) A lot of parents don’t even know that they’re being overcontrolling (I have termed it Nazi) It’s like they get into a habit when that child is young “go and brush your teeth”, “go and clean your room”, “go and do your homework”, they develop a taste of controlling behaviour, after a few years, they can’t stand back and see the big picture. Same as when a parent smacks a child, they can’t see this behaviour is wrong, they feel it is justified as the child was naughty – but I assure you, if someone else hit their child in the exact same situation, they would then be able to see clearly the injustice of the act. Big picture. In my experience you can’t just say “NO” to a child, you have to take the time to explain why, so they understand that you are not being ‘nazi’. Btw, this is the same way that people can fall into Negative Nancys category, and not realise it. like whenever the child says something the adult will immediately say, well that’s wrong. When really, they have to tackle each conversation not with a “your wrong and I’m right” situation; creativity has to be applied. It’s definitely not a sign of mental illness to have suicidal thoughts if you’re a young person, in my opinion, it’s very pragmatic and logical. But I guess it has been up to parents and teachers to imply along the way, before they reach teen years, that these issues will come, so be prepared – its up to them to equip a child with skills to deal with negative issues. (and of course NOT give false hope – only a bimbo would do that – bimbo men do that a lot too, I have noted. If a young person does commit suicide, you can be assured their parents and teachers HAVE FAILED them in their duty of care, in my opinion. So, that’s why I say, hang on in there, just a phase that practical common-sense people experience (and not necessarily when they are young – I believe if you are in a workplace where you work hard, but get ignored by your boss, or treated like crap by co-workers, and boss, general disrespect, and others taking credit for your work, - this would lead to suicide thoughts, especially if you’re not fully self-assured and confident. In fact this would be a perfectly healthy and normal reaction to that toxic environment – if you did not have any negative thoughts about the situation, then that would be the real worry. Or maybe you can’t see the big picture, and see everybody treating you like crap, so are left despondent, not really sure why. It is only if you have ‘emotionally close’ others in your life, who can point out to you how crap your co-workers are, that you can get about rectifying the situation. So, you can see how it’s important for everyone to have a strong sense of self, inner self assurance, and confidence. And that only comes from a stable loving environment growing up, and also being encouraged to win at something, so one knows that sense of achievement and self-worth. If you’re lacking in self-confidence, like if you’ve had 9 years of school teachers telling you, you are not good enough, not smart enough. Or you were taught not to fight, and be humble, as a lot of kids are, by misguided parents and over controlling teachers, then I strongly recommend not working in a room full of older women. But anyway, back to the female hero problem, I definitely noticed this amongst mental health workers; they all wanted to tell people they were crazy, so then they could save them. Big problem. It’s all Cat and Mouse game - the inadvertent cat and mouse game that all unenlightened humans play. Explaining this to a young person is probably the most helpful thing you could do. When you see a young person rebelling against a parent it usually would be “stop treating me like a mouse”, related. More about that actually - my observations about adulthood and friendships in life particularly, for a woman, is quite different from what they were at school. When at school, women have lots of friends, and everyone hangs out together, there’s a lot of chitchat and laughter. However, after you leave school, over those first formative years, the dynamics change. Sooner or later most women become the enemy - this is what I have noticed, not just with me, but other women too. I mean, I don’t feel like I perceive women as the enemy, as in, I very rarely get threatened by someone, even when they’re trying to threaten me, I just have a low opinion of most women because ¼ of them are still ‘sleeping beauties’, and a whole heap more fall into the ‘stupid bitch’ category. Wanting to try to control another women is “sleeping beauty” “little girl” “lack of respect” related (which I personally believe is related to food, and a lack of nutrients in the womb, those women are brain incapable of grasping how to be respectful, they can’t but help, to try, to control others). My encounters of women, most of them, are fairly bitchy, they are threatened by anyone who has more money than them, has a better job than them, who looks better than them, who dresses better than them, has a nicer jewellery, a better man than them, and most importantly, annoyed by me, when they cannot dominate me; a real problem amongst women who cross my path. As you get older and wiser you see that friendships and relationships, a lot of them are based on the ‘cat and mouse’ game, as in, one person inadvertently ending up dominating and controlling the other, and often people are fooled into thinking that it’s love, and or friendship, when really, they’re only happy because they have somebody else to control. Their relationship with that person is a ‘power trip’, and it’s not about love at all, love doesn’t come into it. It’s all selfish ignorant greed, actually. I have really observed this and noted, that it happens a lot. As an extreme example, imagine if you had a butler, someone at your beck and call, how good would that be, wouldn’t it? Be so fun having that person around. When they leave, what a tragedy, you really liked that Butler, in fact you loved that butler, it’s the same thing, only the “mouse” of the relationship falls into the butler category. And I’m not just talking about a married couple or partners. I’m really talking about a lot of relationships that form through business, boss/employee, landlord/tenant, sports companions, other activities that people do - it’s not restricted to lovers. Everybody wants to be the “cat” in the end, everybody wants to rule the world, famous song, and I often find unless you’re happy to go along being manipulated and controlled, and play the “mouse” then, actually, it is better to limit your relationships. That’s my experience, anyway, I am far happier not having to constantly fend off people, who want to dominate me, it’s tiring – and highly offensive. A bit of a case of who needs enemies with friends like these. I think it would be helpful, if this was made clear to a young person, because there is a lot of stigma about having friends and being popular, especially now with Facebook and the whole “friend me” factor, whereas, really, maybe for a more healthy mental mindset, it may be better if you didn’t have so many friends, particularly the typical female bitchy type, and it’s normal actually, as an adult, especially when you’re even older, not to have too many friends, but just family who are close, or people you deem as your family, or none is perfectly normal and okay as well. But I’ve met plenty of women who have been very helpful, and nice, who I didn’t feel were suffering from a hero complex. So, you know, don’t be afraid to help someone out, don’t be afraid of being accused hero! Like; police and speeding tickets, an area where there is definatly a hero problem “oh, well, we are going to save your life”, that’s why we had to give you a $500 fine for doing 70 in a 60 zone…. I think that’s also why my aunt accused me of being on drugs – Heroin, like she wanted to save me. FULLY SICK (and of course, NOT, on drugs) Possibly not restricted to woman, like I mentioned numerous times on my blog, how I have people who follow me around whenever I go, and sometimes I am harassed by trucks, (I never see who drives these trucks, but I assume they are men (although when I went out to the Coal mine, I noted the 2 huge ginormous tip trucks, going up and down the coal pit all day at 50miles an hour, were female drivers). One day when I was over in Tamworth, I was being followed around by a huge semi-trailer truck, and they followed me all the way home from Tamworth -80km (unbeknownst to me). But about 4km before I reached the farm, I got a flat tyre, (about 7pm, dark) so I was stopped by the side of the road, and this truck, who I am positive, had followed me all the way back from Tamworth, out onto this very quiet country road, he or she, just completely drove past me. Like I was out in the middle of nowhere, it was pitch black, he or she would have easily seen that I had a flat, but just kept driving straight past. (After following me all that way, and wasting all their time) I mean, does it get any more arsehole than that? I don’t think so. Whoever that truck driver is, -I have no idea who it is, and I certainly don’t want to know such a person - that truck driver is an idiot and certainly barking up the wrong tree; “we have nothing in common I can assure you”. But he/she should be totally ashamed of themselves, and that dysfunctional need to play the “antihero”. I am not your psychiatrist truck; I don’t want to have to work out your dysfunctional mental problems. Take responsibility, stop expecting young women to be responsible for your mental health. {Once at the tip I spoke to a semitruck driver briefly who just happened to be there, like 2m away from where I pulled into, and once a semi-truck courier delivered a sofa bed all the way out to me at Rangari, from QLD, - usually couriers drop off at the local depot, but this one brought it all the way out to the farm, we spoke a little bit too, maybe one of them interpreted my brief chit chat as an invitation to stalk me and be an arshole? Maybe it was the same semi-truck driver, I can’t remember. Who knows? Unfortunately, I did later recall, a certain someone‘s dad committed suicide, that guy, said it was financially related. (Talk to your family about budgets.) But that person was from the TV industry. In my opinion, the real reason why anyone would commit suicide, is for one reason, and one reason only, and that’s because the standard of low income housing in Australia is crap. (my current rental atm, is a hotel room – not even a converted hotel to home, A HOTEL ROOM. Actually 2 rooms, and this is very common in touristy QLD and outdated and dilapidated hotel/motels). Don’t worry, I’ll try not to kill myself. I want to further add to that; next door from me, down a little bit, is a woman and her teenage daughter. I believe some of the units are also even smaller than mine, so possibly theirs too? This QLD government ought to be totally ashamed of themselves. What ? are you trying to be the antihero? Plus there are heaps of hotels being rented as units in QLD. They’re not designed to be people‘s homes. There needs to be urgent laws brought into place; either. They make them bigger to accommodate permanent, comfortable living, or they put a cap on the rent to $100 a week for permanent living in hotel/motel accommodation RIGHT NOW. The government is letting greedy landlords get away with extreme profits. It is disgusting. 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Australian Native Garden at Rangari, NSW, Australia This is the Garden at Rangari near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia Front Yard at Kelvin Rangari House in flower, WIP - work in progress Change of Life to Include Gardening (I may have this paragraph elsewhere, but could not find today. Gone...) My escape from 'dog persecution', to rural life had a hidden big bonus - GARDENING, plenty of water here - I struck gold! (This was at Rangari) I will begin before Rangari, when I first moved out to the farm at “Rowan Leigh”, west of Gunnedah, after moving back up to Gunnedah from Sydney, I was still paying off my car, and unemployed, so I basically had no money for food, and was forced more or less to start gardening and growing my own food. Dad said he would pay for about 15 packets of vegetable seed for me from Eden Seeds. And so I began, how I managed to survive, I’m not sure, because I wasn’t too keen on vegetables anyway, and my cooking skills back in those days weren’t doing the vegetables any favours. It was over a long gradual process, of about 10yrs, growing and picking, where I learnt how to cook fresh vegetables, and how to make them taste really good, (with a little help from MasterChef, and The Cook and The Chef!). So, I’m by no means a vegetarian, but learning how to eat properly, and eat vegetables, is something I had to do, and it seems I could only do it, by having limited money, so I wouldn’t be tempted to purchase all the good treats – got to eat your greens (or bad things happen). I can tell you, the first plant I purchased, after I planted it out near the garage, it died. I didn’t really have any gardening skills whatsoever, and it was a good thing Eden vegetable seeds, came with a detailed catalogue with growing advice! And I’m a fairly inquisitive person, and so I read up quite a lot of books. I remember reading the whole series of that wonderful organic magazine, “Grass Roots”, that my lovely neighbour Vera gave me, it involved a lot of stories about people who packed up and moved into the bush so they could live an organic Sustainable lifestyle. I found it really interesting, as I hadn’t come across any such people at all in my life. Unfortunately, the farm where I lived only had dam water, and the dam ran dry every summer, my vegetables soon became non-existent. Fortunately for me the owner sold, and I moved to another farm on the other side of Gunnedah, East, called Bulga, where there was a fair amount of water, and so continued my gardening survival experiments! I took my 15 packets of seeds, and I turned them into about 40 packets, by seedswapping with the Americans - the Americans were the only ones online at that time, the internet was still being created. There were a few Australians, like Telstra people, but, for some reason no Australians wanted to trade seed, it was only the Americans who would. (I find Australians really weird like that, what’s wrong with them?). By the time I had established my wonderful big veggie patch there, I had encountered (in the library) coloured books about gardens, and from those, and looking at plant reference books - I discovered Australian native flowers. And talk about having my socks blown off! Absolutely amazing! And the more I got into it, the more I wanted to get into it. As a child, I often had holidays at my aunt Di’s. One holidays, all of a sudden, she started going on and on about her recent holiday to WA, and the Western Australian flowers. Plus, she started painting them in her Folk-Art business. Now I know why she was so excited! - maybe it’s just an artistic person thing, we notice the beauty? They are TRULY AMAZING; and any garden that doesn’t have, you know, at least 50 different varieties and species of native plants in it, well, you’re missing out on life. True beauties. I scrimped and joined the Australian plants online group. Part of the subscription fee included free native seeds, if you sent them a self-stamped addressed envelope, they will send you 2 packets of native seeds. So, I was thrilled about this, I recall eagerly waiting for the mail, for my seeds to come each month. {I felt like there must’ve been a whole bunch of old men doing it, because, as a keen young healthy 27yr old, I seem to have spent in eternity chomping at the bit, just waiting and waiting for my native seeds, come onnn!} - when you’re on a budget, that’s what you have to do! (actually, there was not even any native seed retailers back then either except in WA, in tourist shops!). So those people got me into growing natives for my backyard, thank you. I kind of reached a point there at Bulga, where I wanted to do more with plants, and get more involved in my plants. I experimented with some bulbs, and some English Cottage Garden flowers. Ranunculus bulbs were only 25c back then. I ordered 5 along with my seed order, and I had been creating a compost all year long, so I made up a compost bed under a ornamental pear that was already there, and OMG, you should have seen my Ranunculus! They were HUGE! The whole plant, huge, each flower head, huge – the best looking Ranunculus I have ever seen, still to this day. There could be no more inspiration than that! {kitchen compost; LIQUID GOLD FOR YOUR GARDEN. The worms in that bed were 30cm long and fat! - I remember visiting my brother in Sydney once, and he said he's had it up to here with composting, and he's no longer going to do it! He’s not going to compost anything, he's just going to throw everything out in the main rubbish bin! Well, I thought, each to their own, he's obviously not a gardener. LIQUID GOLD. And even though I have since been relegated to an outlandish unit living situation, with no garden of my own, I still compost, and use it in my pot plants, still with tremendous results, and people often ask me secret to my healthy pot plants - well, that's the secret – compost. I should point out, the farm at Bulga wasn’t just a typical Australian farm, this farm was very special and unique, in the fact that once upon a time, many many eons ago, a huge big river used to run down the Bulga farm, and so all the soil on the Bulga property is this amazing Super silt soil, that most Australian farmers could only dream about. For instance, I received a packet of free Rainbow Chard from Eden seeds, and I grew some. Typical rainbow Chard reaches 30 to 40 cm in height. But the rainbow Chard in my vegetable patch, I kid you not, it reached 140 cm high! And that’s without any fertiliser too. I kind of didn’t really have much bad luck when it came to gardening - whatever I planted it would grow. Which in itself prompted me to start gardening seriously. (I’ve since lived elsewhere and experienced other soils, particularly soils up here in Queensland; OMG, so bad! nothing grows in it, and good thing I did not start my gardening path there, or it would have started and stopped pretty quick.) So, initially I just wanted to take some photos of my plants, as the internet was just taking off (If I recall, I had to purchase a Botanica reference book because at that point there was no information on plants at all, on the Internet - can you believe that! and that reference book was extremely expensive, I would have sacrificed at least a week or twos’ worth of dinners, just for that book!!) So, I wanted to create a website with plants. I wasn’t quite sure at that point what I wanted to do. But I didn’t have a camera even, it all seemed like I would have to pack up and do something to get some money so I could buy a camera. Unfortunately, I did, (partly due to some manipulations by outside people forces, which I was too young to see) But after a huge negative ordeal in Melbourne, I did get my camera (I mean I probably should’ve just asked dad for a camera on my birthday - would’ve saved me a whole lot of bother) But in the end I moved out onto another farm, which had even more water, so it was kind of a good thing, maybe, probably not actually?…. I spent the next 10 years growing all my food, herbs, ornamentals and natives, there were literally thousands of plants in that garden, and a huge vegetable patch and orchard with about 35 fruit and nut trees..... I had plenty of water which was the biggest blessing of them all. So, in 2018 when I was told I have to leave the farm because the owner had sold it, I was devastated to say the least, I felt like my whole world had been snatched away from me, and I would have to leave my babies behind. Indeed I couldn’t find anywhere else to live in Gunnedah, shame on all of those people involved. (See, I should have stayed at Bulga, they have not sold…plus, I don't recall I had any thefts while I lived there in those 4 yrs. WOW. But, I do recall; One time I purchased a steak. It probably would’ve been the only steak I had in the whole 4 years I lived there, I was completely broke the whole time. This steak was soo good, I am a beef girl, or had been.... I looked at the label from the steak packaging, it said ‘porterhouse steak’, I’d never had porterhouse steak before, it was a new thing, there was no such thing as ‘porterhouse steak’ before then. I was so impressed with it, I cut the label part off and stuck it on my fridge with a fridge magnet, to remind me to save and spend money on steak - that’s how good it was. One day I went into town, I came back home, looked at that label, but, it certainly wasn’t the porterhouse steak label that I had put there. In its place, was a label that said ‘broccoli’. This is the kind of disrespect that I have to put up with, as a single woman renting, people just coming into my house, when I’m not there, and doing things like that. DISGUSTING. And while there was nothing taken at that place, at my next place, as you know, from the blog, I had hundreds of items taken, and it would’ve been in exactly the same manner) Landlord related. oh, wait, I just remembered my solar pump fountain for the duck pond (story below) -but someone broke it while I was intown. So I consider that a theft. There is a page pull of photos of my Super Wonderful Garden at Rangari, here; I will also put the link to my shared Album on Google with same photos: (Its called: PROOF!! I actually did it! Garden Photos of Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW Australia) https://photos.google.com/share/AF1QipPsd23Pj6Tb2-47EJCC9H9LzLsg5YPWbV0zWytnscvy3O9ylIcHkV53WutP-sBrfw?key=XzFwenlQNUJHOEk5VHJUTHB4Rk1lQWtQWnVPbHFR Had I known I would have to leave, I would’ve got heaps more photos, especially that last spring, it was really just starting to look quite beautiful. I also would’ve collected a whole heap more seed. I also would’ve left quite a lot of plants and equipment behind, because when I moved, I packed up basically everything, thinking I would start over on the Kesby farm, but unbeknownst to me, I would have to move 5 more times that year, as well as change state, and move up to Queensland into a teeny tiny 5x7m² unit! But I guess none of us have the beauty of foresight, do we? I am now 'spent' and permanently pissed off with everyone, not just centerlink cunts. Since I’ve left my garden, (5yrs now) which I’m still sad about, occasionally I come across new spectacular native cultivars, on Pinterest, and I practically go berserk with angst, I truly miss my garden, and feel like it was such a shame that I had to leave, and the people responsible for forcing me to leave were so foolish, as, if the garden was left to thrive, at least by this point, it would be so stunning, it would actually be a great asset to the landowner. I feel they lost, just as much as I did, in the end, unbeknownst to them. Plus, I would be making money at this point, with so many species – why, they would have called me up to speak at “Business Woman of the Year” ! J {btw, stage 2 of my garden, was to construct the Horse and Carriage Garden J} ......and hey, what’s your legacy (and no, your kids don't count – although if you do that, important to get that part right). At first, when I started my business, I developed a green tree logo; a picture of a green tree, I screen printed it up on a white T shirt, and I came up with my marketing strategy which was; for every tee I sold, I would plant a tree. My target market was people in Gunnedah back then, and so of course I didn’t sell any! People in Gunnedah don’t really care about trees, back then they certainly didn’t. This was 2007. However, this didn’t stop me from planting trees. I have indeed planted hundreds in my time, which is more than I can say for the average non thinking, uncaring, lazy Australian who mainly make it their aim to mainly clear land, cut trees down, poison them and or run over them with their lawnmowers. I see now, quite a few other businesses have adopted this marketing strategy to - I do wonder if they have planted trees from sales, and or if this technique increased their sales!! By the way, if you’re an Australian Gardner, experienced in growing a lot of plants, specifically natives, plus you’re familiar with the land, nature, so to speak; then when you see a lawn of kikuyu, you can really see that it just stands out like a sore thumb. It isn’t a grass that really belongs in Australia. I say, stick to Couch! (NSW couch, it does not get as high as the QLD couch). Here is a Scroll List of all the plants I grew, including date and supplier. Followed below that by photos, and then below that, a list of all the edibles; veges and fruit trees, nut trees, herbs.... all 237 of them No doubt as soon as I left Steve Carter would’ve taken the fences down so the cows would’ve got in and destroyed absolutely everything but the more mature gums, and the back area didn’t even have a strong enough fence after I removed the pool. Plus all the plumbing for the washing grey water had been removed, so there was not much hope for this garden after I left. An absolute total waste. A tragedy. Curse the people of Gunnnedah. I kept a detailed map of what I planted and where - very necessary if you are collecting seed / cuttings and selling as a business Here are 3 plants from my Gin Gin garden (year 8 and 9 of the drought) Ipomoea quamoclit -Cypress Fern Vine Hibiscus heterophyllus - Native Rosella at Gin Gin (2).JPG Schotia brachypetala, or Drunken Parrot tree 2020 _ (7).JPG I moved to kookaburra Park Eco Village in Gin Gin, Queensland, in 2019. I moved here from my brief stay in Colosseum (on a farm owned by that complete dodgy hickleberry who lives at Miriam Vale), found via a noticeboard in Miriam Vale via his farm hand from Builyan, where I previously, also briefly lived, as that house was the only one available on realestate.com, so I had no choice but to move to that house in Builyan - the only one in Queensland that I could afford. And I was set on moving to Queensland, where it would be warmer, and it would rain! Little did I know! So, kookaburra Park Eco-village is an area dedicated to people who want to build a house with a “wildlife naturistic mindset”, so there are no dogs or cats allowed. Wildlife can roam free, which keeps many buyers away, so even though it was established quite some time ago, there are still heaps of vacant lots. And even though housing prices have skyrocketed now, if you had of purchased 10 years ago, it would’ve been a really good investment, which is what my landlord did, as I don’t think she’s ever worked a day in her life, but she managed also to have her boyfriend build a little house for her (who incidentally has also never worked a day in his life, but he is a university graduate engineer. Btw, here I am, having worked hard for 10 years after I got my Associate diploma, and the only thing I could afford by the end of that was a car. Just goes to show how “democratically unfair” life is in Australia). So, it came about on Facebook, this is before I was banned, I can’t remember whether I put an ad up on a forum, and she responded or whether she was just talking on a forum saying that she was looking for a renter? But anyway, I contacted her via Facebook Messenger (that’s why I can’t remember because all the Facebook messages have been deleted when my account was deleted – stupid FB). At first, I was reluctant because, it was 2hrs south of Colosseum, plus I had a cat, but my potential landlord, said it didn’t matter, quite a few people had cats, and especially as mine was really old and blind, and didn’t go hunting, she couldn’t see any problems at all. So, I drove down the next day, I thought it was good enough, and I always wanted to live in an open plan house. However, I didn’t notice the window which had only chicken wire, no glass, I think if I had of seen that, I would have said no, because it still gets pretty cold in Gin Gin with frosts in winter. Anyway, I moved in, When I moved, it was the eighth year of a drought, affecting the whole of Australia, and so there was no water, well there was a full tank for the house, as it had been vacant for 12mnths, but there was no water for the garden. And that was the main thing I planned to do, put in a beautiful garden on the bush block, which my landlord was thrilled about. So, it was kind of disappointing of trying to get a garden growing without any water, because tease - occasionally there would be water, when corporate body would switch the dam water on, but then, they switch it off again. On and off, and it was really quite ridiculous, living somewhere with a corporate body. I do not recommend it. Plus, I had a foot injury, I realized after 2 years anyway I would have to stop gardening altogether so my collapsed arch could heel. This was a hard realization to come to I can assure you, as I love gardening. To my delight, ferns grew really well at Gin Gin, and I could water them with the house water on the Veranda, plus it did not take too much exertion of movement. (When I left there were 3 full tanks of water). So here are some of the photos of my ferns. the Bush Block at Kookaburra Park in Gin Gin, year 8 of the drought Inside the open plan house - great, but a little too small still Back Veranda with My ferns - and SPA!! woohoo Pellaea ovata - Ovate-leaved Cliff Brake Fern This is the sweetest little fern. I purchased 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 much sun, maybe a little bit in the morning. 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. I had a good home made quality potting mix with organic fertiliser and Blood and Bone, and a good amount of perlite to aid drainage. 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. But it is the middle of winter, and because it has new shoots on it (it still responds to a good weekly misting of Power Feed) I’ll see if it can just “hang in” until spring, when I’ll get rid of the rusty leaves, and see if I can get it to bounce back. 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 and put a photo up!

The staff at Bunnings and Harvey Norman steal from young females – they are targeted, entrapped and preyed upon, they are followed home, and are harassed by staff (no conviction). 20 years of harassment at Gunnedah. I literally need someone to housesit my house whenever I go into town so nothing gets stolen. I call them the Bunnings Bimbos - they would have stolen about $10000 worth of stuff over a 10yr period. BTW, I would have spent about $40000, instore in that time (I am not a shoplifter, I Life Stories P14 1. This is the kind of thing that I Dream about – Double Saunas I always wondered; as when I was in my 20’s, I lived in a block of units briefly, that had a sauna in it, as I was sitting there soaking in the heat, I thought what an earth is the point of this?? I am now in my 40s, and I know exactly what the point of a sauna is - oh my aching joints! Saunas are for older people who have painful joints/muscles/bones, due to being ‘very active’, in their younger days. I definatly can feel the relief after I have had a sauna (I purchased a tent sauna from ebay – it’s pretty crap, but there is still that intense heat in it – still painful to sit or stand up from the small chair, I have arthritis in my knees, and the heat does not work on my knees.) I assume people in their 40’s who experience stiff muscles/joints/bones are that way due to being over worked when younger, which I did on the farm, although I notice I react to cold weather adversely, and a sauna is perfect for that in winter. I am not 100% sure why I have an adverse reaction to the cold, I suspect it is virus related. Oh, and all my life, just before big rain events I get, (or used to get, since I have put on weight in my 40’s, this has stopped) but at those times, my legs, and just my legs, used to really ache -it was always a good rain indicator. Good thing I lived in Gunnedah where it didn’t rain much. Living in Sydney, in a cement unit – not good . But also, saunas are for younger people in their 20’s and 30’s; ones who have just endured hard arduous activity, like an athlete or labourer…. it is rumoured, (they strongly suspect), that after hopping in a sauna in those times, will possibly stop the future aches and pains related to strenuous exertions and older age. So, by the time your late 40’s and 50’s come, you still will not experience aches and pains, due to those saunas. I suspect a cold treatment after a hot sauna would improve the outcome even more. So, if you do work that involves really straining your muscles, and your left feeling totally exhausted after doing it; that is the ideal time to hop in a sauna and possibly cool dip afterwards. I found it a little strange that people haven’t cottoned onto this factor before now. Basically, every home should have a sauna! Or, who wouldn’t want robots to do all the hard yakka, get them to take over your job - don’t be scared, robots are a good thing! It so happens that the squishy squashy block of units (actually an old motel) that I’ve had to move into, (don’t get me started on how small the bathroom is), has got a room underneath it, with stairs that go down from the outside; this room has been used for storage. It is currently used for a “furnished apartment”, so if a renter doesn’t want a “furnished” unit, the handyman takes it all out and stores it downstairs. Poor Merv! From where I am standing though; what a waste of space, considering how squishy squashy the above upstairs space is. It is my desire to turn the downstairs room into a spa and sauna room!! J And note, in the above photo , the bathroom shows 2 saunas in the 1 one bathroom, with 2 heat sources; so, one heat is a dry heat with infrared sauna, and the other a moist heat with steam. This I feel, is essential to healthy living! Plus, I’m not sure why all homes in Australia have bathrooms that are soooo small. The bathroom needs to be at least the same size as the main master bedroom, in my opinion. It’s room to use regularly and it’s an area where you need a lot of space to wave towels around and flick hair about. (My hair is 94cm, long J) 2. Belle of the Ball I am whingeing about people who jump on other woman because she looks the best in the group. Someone told me this happens in the movie industry, where a little starlet puts on a dress that looks like it’s $1 million dress, and apparently, she hasn’t had a career big enough to wear such a fabulous dress - so she gets pounced on by jealous bitchy women. I can imagine that happens, but have not personally ever known any starlets that this has happened too, I think. I only have my experience, and it has definitely happened quite a few times. Being someone who can sew and is interested in fashion (albeit my own personal fashions!) I would often create dresses that were a little bit wow, possibly I wasn’t the “belle of the ball type, I only knew how to look like the “belle of the ball” type, should I wish. One dog girl told me I was actually not pretty enough to wear a fabulous dress. Such are their bimbo ways. Although as I got older it wasn’t really too much of an issue, but I found when I was young it was definitely an issue, especially around mothers not wanting to see other little girls shine in a pretty dress. I know I love seeing women in fabulous party dresses, you won’t see me shunning anyone for looking good! Keep them coming starlets!! 3. We can see your garden on Google Maps I Love Google Maps!! Love it Love it. I spend a bit of time on Google Maps, because it’s brilliant, it gives you a total birdseye view of Australia, like what I have never seen before. Any street you want to look up, there it is, in full colour vision - it’s amazing. In my seed business, every time I send off a seed order, I look up the buyers postal address on Google Maps, and check out their street. I have a wide and varied array of customers from all areas and businesses of Australia. While there are plenty of good “leafy” streets, every now and then, I come across a street which is what I could only describe as “hopeless”, with no trees on the median strip, and no gardens in people’s front yards, often - the whole street is “hopeless”! You know, the people who live in those street are absolutely clueless about how to live, they have absolutely no pride or joy about where they live and planet Earth, and those streets are an eyesore, and people who live in that street ought to be ashamed of it is bear ugliness. EXCEPT ofcourse, with the exception of the one person who ordered seeds from me, and who is going to start to make a difference, by putting in a garden - so Kudo‘s to them. And, no doubt, that one person hopefully will inspire the rest of the street, as I have noticed often is the case. I personally feel anyone who does not garden, has some things wrong with them, because a fully healthy person, embracing life, in Australia, would have a garden. Its mentally healthy. A healthy mind requires nature. So, improve the state of your mind with gardening, hop to it! Have you seen Mount Everest lately and how many people attempt to climb it? I saw a documentary; They’ve got a whole town now at the base of Everest, because of all the hordes of people who want to clime it - now in my opinion, that’s a waste of time! If you want to boost your self-esteem, start gardening, physically challenging if you want I that way, and way more beautiful!. By the way, now they’ve got like ladders and handrails crossing the gorges, I mean what’s next, handrails up the whole side! I remember writing about how, of all the farms I have lived on since childhood, and the many people‘s homes on farms that I have visited, over the years, in rural areas, NONE of them, really took gardening very seriously, certainly no one would pay to have their garden landscaped, or invest in fancy hybrid plants - mmm maybe I can think of only 1. But looking back, I can’t think of any, even, that had a vegetable patch (except ours). No time, thought or design went into a garden on a farm. It was like farmers and their wives kind of snubbed gardening, wanting to aspire their farm to only “a place of work”. {When really too busy breeding multiple little farming brats}. And what, are they ‘government pleasers’? I think it’s the government who do not like people gardening, they think it a waste of time when you could be working and making money for them via taxes. Some farmers are so anti-nature that it is incredible that they are living in a country area. It’s really a joke I mean those kinds of people other people, should be living in the city, not working a rural farm with trees and grasses around! I guess not having neighbours, there was no thoughts of “keeping up appearances” when it comes to the front yard, like so many intown people do - my previous landlord who lived in town only did gardening for the sake of maintaining a certain look in the street, which I, being a gardener, and lover of nature, found really odd, because gardening is such a wonderful experience, and so rewarding, once things really start to take off, it’s a way to really embrace life. And farmers, who are surrounded by so much land, with usually largish homesteads and big backyards, (usually plenty of bore water too) - there’s really no excuse not to garden. I find it strange how they wouldn’t want to garden. This photo from Google maps is a business in Gunnedah. The front waterwise garden, has just 2 varieties of plants in it, (Purple Fountain Grass and BottleBrush) - yet look how well it works. No water, no maintenance, just good-looking nature! Too easy. 4. Followed Around by Mongrel Dirt Bikers all over Australia - PISS OFF you coward Followed Around by Mongrel Dirt Bikers all over Australia - PISS OFF you coward When I was living at Gin Gin kookaburra Park, (2019-2022) there was some idiot that used to drive outside my house on the highway on a motorbike, I think it was a dirt bike - in the evenings, around 5pm. They would drive back and forth, for about ½ hour or until they got bored of doing it. So, the following year, I’ve been at my new address, 700km away from Gin Gin, for 7 months, but, yesterday, again, there is some idiot, I would say – THE SAME ONE, driving back-and-forth on a motorbike, outside my unit. Being a total nuisance. And no doubt this is still the same idiot that used to drive around in Gunnedah – they are stalking me across the country, they should be shot. Can you please tell me why the police haven’t done anything about this imbecile? Following me around, harassing me via revving bike noises. It’s not acceptable behaviour. Why should I had to put up with that? I don’t know who is the person doing it, they don’t know me either. I have my suspicions, and that is my little brothers friends from school: Heath Barwick and or Shannon Bree, neither of who I have spoken to since I was 18, 31 years ago, and back then only once or twice briefly, we are not friends in any way. Whoever it is, is a moron, they should be dealt with in society by the powers that be, the police, and not let loose, annoying the crap out of the whole neighbourhood; just because I live in the vicinity. The police do fuck all about it. Update, at another location in 2025, – still with annoying dirt bike people disturbing the peace and polluting the air. {I saw Shannon Bree’s Facebook profile; he is still in Gunnedah and has 2 kids now! So probably not him still!!}. There was some twit mother complaining on FB that someone called the police on her son who was dirt biking on the beach (I’m like HOORAY someone called the police!). So, I think they have stopped doing that, and they’ve moved down to the mangroves somewhere (?) its illegal to ride or drive on the beach up here. But I can here that annoying revving from a mile off. I hate to think about all the poor wildlife nearby. It is outrageous that society puts up with dirt bikers. Activity for Australian stupid Bogan; dirtbiking in the bush. What’s wrong with you all. This is not the 80’s anymore. People are way more conscious of nature and of how to raise a child so they do not automatically live their life in REBELLION mode. Dirt bikers are 100% complete prick-ism. Photos above are examples from online, those are not the ones following me about, I don’t think! 5. My first lot of Carob Powder – Yum Originally I had here a photo, of a jar of carob powder. It was titled “my first lot of carob powder”. I had grown a few carob trees from seed. They had grown over the 10 years, and produced fruit. I had harvested, and processed them into carob powder. I had made a carob sauce and had it with some vanilla ice cream; it was bloody delicious. And I was intent on making some more the following season. (Although it’s definitely not a chocolate substitute, doesn’t really compare to chocolate, but it has its own merritt.) I didn’t include the photo, because well you know, it’s just a jar of carob powder. You know what it looks like. But little did I know, that unfortunately, it was my first and last batch of carob powder, since I was forced to re-locate. And nobody else in Australia, it seems, grows their own fruit trees - it’s quite bizarre. 6. Earliest Memory My earliest memory was when I was 16 months old. I was perched on mums hip in the kitchen at our brief home in Naremburn, in Sydney. I can still remember dad, and he looked much younger back then, still a boy. He was having mustard in his sandwich, and he undid the mustard jar, and put the mustard under my nose, and said “here Emily, smell this, get a big whiff”, so me being a very trusting and sweet, vulnerable child, took as big a whiff, as a 16mnth old possibly could. Little did I know! Mustard is extremely strong, and a 16mnth old definitely cannot handle mustard! I started seeing yellow spots, and I almost fainted! -just from the smell! Dad thought it was hilarious. So that was my earliest memory. Above shown is one of my Ribbon Ring Wind Catchers, for sale on Etsy for $100 – my ribbon supplier is a new website, so I am not sure if they are retailers or wholesalers, they seem to be retailers, given the price of a reel of ribbon ($18), but according to google, they are the cheapest I can find, so must be both retailer and wholesaler. Maybe I am just getting old, things seem to be outrageously priced these days. 7. Deliberate Windscreen Chip Attack of War I’m pretty sure they’ve got a BB gun that puts chips in windscreens. Actually, they’re called airguns according to wiki, and they are designed to fire metal pellets in a controlled manner. A REAL THING. So, I’ve mentioned on my blog before, I have a fake ambulance car that keeps driving out in front of my place and putting their fake sirens on (well, real siren, but fake reason – whenever I cook a Slow Cooked Brisket, they do it). So, an ambulance was in front of me one day whilst I was driving to Bundaberg (although this one did look real) and I received a chip in the windscreen, and I was at least 20m behind the ambulance, and another reason why I think it was deliberate, was because there was also a whole heap of people in this kind of remote area; parked on the side of the road of where it happened, it’s just a feeling I’ve got, and I’m pretty sure this is what happened. Possibly Gin Gin Police was responsible, in retaliation of me putting in a complaint about Sharon Morgan, and her incompetence regarding her knowledge of tenancy laws. Or possibly it could’ve been because I was moving from Gin Gin, and so the ambulance drivers would suddenly be out of work, because someone literally pays them to drive up and down my house to beep - some idiot. However after writing this, guess what has just driven up past my house 3 times in the past 24 hours with sirens blazing. So, I am lifting the veil on yet another car industry sector who obtains business from people in an illegal manner. (They also mess around with the lights on your dash, with the light lighting up, indicator there’s a problem, when in actual fact there is no problem, but they can hack into your cars computer, and put the problem lights on. Then the local mechanic intern, charges you to fix the problem, when in fact there was no problem in the first place, in my case, DOGS WHO DO NOT MIND THEIR OWN business, wanted me to go there to get it serviced because I was late with my service, obviously all responsible should be shot. SHOT HOORAY. And I guess while I’m at it, I’ll also mention computer nerds do it as well, by telling you, you have virus and malicious software, when you are tricked into calling a fake business number, and then tell you, you have to go to your local computer person and get the problem fixed, when actually there’s no problems at all. (Canon). Oh, and certain car people will also try to create accidents where you are at fault, for the same reason, to try to conjure business for local mechanics. Plus, I reversed into an iron bark in my last week there at Gin Gin, causing a whole lot of damage to the tray, which needs to be fully replaced. And whilst I did it, I know I was distracted by neighbours with intent to make me crash into that ironbark. THEY ARE ALL DODGY. So, back to my chip story, he said $85.00, but $80 if I pay cash – at the time he didn’t have any change for $90 so he said I can have it for $70. I phoned around for cheapest quote too, but I am pretty sure Telstra just put me through to DOGS, as all the other quotes were around $300 (as if, that’s more expensive than a new windscreen) So, I booked it in and went there, however, I’m still not entirely sure I got my bang for my buck, the local windscreen guy at Sarina, did say that the silicon went into the cracks – see there is 2. (When I got the quote, first time, he said there was 3, but there is definatly only 2). And to me, it looks like he only did 1 chip, plus, after its repaired, its not actually meant to be visible, or maybe only slightly, but my chips pretty much look the same now as before. I’m thinking it might be better to purchase the $30 kit and do it yourself, like on youtube. The guy did stop midway through the procedure to talk to his mate who turned up on a Harley Davidson, who then rode off, beeping - a little game that old man seem to like to play these days; if you ask any questions, they think you lose, idiots. So, the windscreen guy may have got distracted, and decided that it didn’t really matter if he did a half assed job. Maybe they just can’t handle double chips. 8. Some Little Bitch Harassing me re-Fake Speeding Ticket Some Little Bitch Harassing me re-Fake Speeding Ticket This person was deliberatley trying to terrorize me!! It was involving letters left in my mail locker that I had just collected at Kookaburra Park mail lockers, from the QLD traffic speeding department (not addressed to me), but trying to trick me re speeding fines. (I had driven up to Gladstone the week before, again, re my car window glazing, as NO-ONE IN BUNDABERG would do it. Arsholes. 2hr trip up there. Then back – on their dodgy HWY. I’m pretty sure that’s the person who moved me with MOVE-IT RELOCATIONS AND STORAGE TAMWORTH – or is pretending to be them? Same car? Photo shows big black dual cab beasty Ute This is not the first-time bitches have tried to “fear monger’ I notice it is an ongoing thing, one of the dogs favourite game. Lucky I am not a fearful person (their main motivation, I expect, btw “why aren’t you afraid! fear me!”) so they just keep going, trying trying trying….lol. It’s not about respect (I knew I was right about that, thanks very much). And surprising how many women drive those big beasty Utes. After I wrote this, my stupid blonde neighbour tried to the same after I had driven up to Mackay. Such stupidity. She is still ‘fake beeping’ btw, by scraping her chair on the wooden floor, waking also the person on the other side of me too, and the other side of her. See, again it’s true; other woman are incapable of respecting anyone but themselves. 9. Rainbow Bee-eater Nature is always pleasantly surprising me. Many times, now there have been incidences which I felt have not been coincidental. This bird was one of them . Back in 2006, I was specifically looking to take photos of birds, so I could use them in my digital artwork collage, and sure enough as soon as I went out into the garden, there suddenly was this honeyeater, a very rare bird for the area, you would be very lucky to see one of these. I certainly have never seen one before that day, or since in fact, but there he was on the fence right outside the door. Showing off his beautiful coloured feathers. Perfect! (If only my camera and photographic skill, was on pare!). 10. Halloween 2020 All the terrorists are out and about!! Oct 31st. Last night, well, this morning, at about 4am, I saw a whole row or weird moving lights in the sky, now I know why, Halloween in American (Halloween is American tradition your fools, not Australian.) I got a photo. I think Terrorists know what they do best and see Halloween as perfect opportunity to wreak havoc. (Terrorists learn how to Terrorize mostly in schools by teachers, sometimes parents/older siblings, but mostly it’s the public-school system to blame for Terrorists). Well, if there’re doing and thinking about this, then least, they are not stealing from me. Give me back my Loofa’s your stupid maniac non thinking dogs. Actually I think my landlord stole all my luffas – sicko blonde dog. 11. Why do I have long hair Yesterday at the Chiro, I was asked how long had I been growing my hair, and this triggered my thoughts back to the last time I went to the hairdressers; and it was at least 20 yrs ago, in the mid 1990s, and, I recall, the salon charged me $90 for a haircut! - it was just a cut, a shampoo, and a blow-dry style, $90!! even as a young 22 or-so yr old, I knew I was being stolen from as I was handing over my money. I mean, what was I meant to do, that’s how much they said it was. So, I decided that I would never ever go to the hairdressers ever again! And now I have butt length hair! (Actually the real reason I keep it long, is because I like to feel it on my back, it’s just a nice pleasing experience having soft hair brushing on your skin! Although this only happens when I wash it, but not long after it’s dried I always put it in a plait, otherwise it’s too unmanageable, and too hot, and gets too many tangles). Also, yesterday when I was in Bundaberg, the physiotherapist at Friendlies tried to get me to pay $79 for a lymphoedema stocking, which I absolutely didn’t need. And the girl at ‘the art of waxing’ wanted me to pay $22 because I turned up at the time that she later said was incorrect, even though I had copied and pasted the time from the schedule that I had just made previously into my calendar from the online appointment booking, so I knew I was there at exactly the right time, but she went ahead and charged my credit card anyway, because the app took my details, so now I’ve gotta go through CBA and put in a claim to get my $22 back. I mean blatant theft is going on amongst women in Bundaberg, in fact women everywhere, same with women overcharging me in Gunnedah, and often not just small amounts (but that does happen) but cocky amounts like overcharging by $100. I really had it up to here and beyond with THIEVING WOMEN, and it’s always women, by the way, I’ve never had this problem when dealing with a man who is in charge, so I say get rid of women out of the workplace, they’re nothing but a bunch of thieves (I did end up seeing a lovely girl (at Beauty By Amber-Lee, at Nailed to Perfection) who did my legs on spur of the moment thing yesterday, and she undercut everybody else in Bundaberg by $5, and was fast and professional, thank you thank you - every now and again you get surprised). I’m sure now that I’ve written about this, I’m going to have a whole spate of male shopkeepers stealing from me, and Amber-Lee is going to be booked out for all eternity in the future! I did – via sneaky aquarium people – certain online shops in cahoots with locals, devise plans to ensnare ‘victims’. 12. The Calling of Nature One of my earliest memories is my grandmother‘s house in Beecroft, Sydney, NSW, Australia. She had this amazing huge backyard, with a little creek running through it, and 3 giant Weeping Willows, plus a little wooden bridge over the creek. I may have been just able to walk, I was very young, and I was allowed to wander off into this garden on my own, and I absolutely loved it. Can still remember that bridge and willows, plus the shade they created. So, my love for gardening was something that was born in me, and I recognised nature from a very young age. Oooh, I’d do anything to have a little creek, weeping willow and a little wooden bridge in my garden today! {Side bar; current unit has a little creek out the back! Plus one of my past rentals was near a river, with then weeping willows – unfortunatley some gung-ho Landcare volunteers have removed all the stunning weeping willows from the Naomi River L - you know, sometimes exceptions can be made.}. Such fond memories. I find this true in life in fact - what we do when we’re young, is something we have a keen interest in later as an adult. So, it’s important for parents to make sure their child is being stimulated in numerous ways, so they can have things to feel passionate about later on. Like if you garden as a child, then you’ll probably have a garden when you’re an adult, or if you did a lot of cooking with your mum, then you’ll probably do a lot of cooking as an adult, maybe even become a chef. Perhaps if you played with trucks, you’ll become a truckdriver!! lol By the way that place no longer exists, there has been a big highway built through Beecroft. I found a photo on Google Maps showing the creek (Devlins Creek) running through the Beecroft Reserve, and Chilworth Reserve. There is a Beecroft – Cheltnam track that runs through the Reserves. – Still, a little peace of paradise J 13. Housing Concerns in Australia The image above shows a typical house in any given street in any town across Australia, side by side to 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, its 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!! 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. 14. Councils - COME ON I’ve come to the conclusion that councils are either another ‘root of all evil’ institutes in Australia or completely clueless and incompetent. They seem to be so busy fighting and scheming ways to steal money from people, how to be bossy, bitchy, disrespectful and intimidating, in the pursuit of money and power, that they have neglected their whole point. One thing they should have got on about doing 20 years ago, is the planting of a whole heap of fruit and nut trees in public areas. I mean there should be literally thousands of fruit and nut trees growing all over Australia; in parks, along streets, in roundabouts and so forth. This is to encourage a good sense of community and to make sure no-one goes hungry, not to mention good vibes from aesthetic appeal and saving the planet! Imagine if you drove into town, and there at the very first roundabout you come across was a huge avocado tree laden with fruit, then at the other 5 as you past them on your way, same thing, what a good feeling this creates. I guess I should give special commendations to Tamworth Council for planting a whole Avenue of Plane trees down the main Street (Peel Street) it is a real pleasure driving down Peel Street now, it used to be so hot in summer, and now it’s beautiful shady lush and green. And it was only one or two years of bushy greenery at eyelevel, until the trees got a bit bigger 😁 Albeit too bad those hoity council women still have not quite an evolved into excepting Australiana flora, and ‘safe resorted’ to a famous London tree (that doesn’t even bear edible fruit). If I had my choice of tree, it would either be a densely packed avenue of Eucalyptus leucoxylon, or an avenue of avocados! I say special commendations to them, because I have been down quite a few main streets, in different towns where there has been no attempt at all to plant any trees. They have no hesitation in putting in fancy brickwork, but when it comes to tree planting, dismal - there needs to be way more. Plus, why restrict trees to just the main street? Way more streets need avenues of trees - all of them, infact. Each home has a nature strip in front of the house, there’s no excuse not to plant it out. And these days Councils are more lax about what you can do, take advantage of green times, and do what you want with your little piece of crown land! Oh, and I know Bundaberg Council has implemented a 1 million tree target. That is, they want 1 million trees planted this year, and they are doing it by offering to 2 free trees to anyone who wants one, at the local Landcare nursery. Bravo to them, why not make it 5 free, and include shrubs on the list! See my collection of good edible street trees - a collage 15. List of Real Estates who need Naming and Shaming So, this is just a pretty little collage, with Real Estate fascard, where I’ve had to deal with absolutely clueless young rental girls. (These ones I’ve listed, have been absolutely abhorrent, it hasn’t just been a situation where I’ve been chuffed off with the conversation - I mean these ones have been truly revolting in their disrespect and stupidity.) I have to do something about the naive little bitchy girls at work at Real Estate agents. Most of these girls are completely clueless about the nature of people, particularly clueless about the imbalance of power in a tenant/landlord situation, and how people in positions of power will abuse that power. I could site off here heaps of disgraceful things that landlords have done, but if you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll already have a general jist, and I don’t feel like I should have to write them all down again here, just to prove my point. If you want to know what they do - go and read the rest of my blog. But 2 in Melbourne have a whole other photostory dedicated to them as they were so DISGUSTING - Those little 2 girls know perfectly well who they are. AND Prime, or was it Netflix, put them on a show, and sent me those 2 stupid little girls, now married with kids living in mansion – I think they were trying to make me jealous – little did the know, that the very worst thing I can possibly imagine, would be to be like those STUPID girls – so, not jealous thanks very much, more like relieved and reminded, as I know I am not like those stupid common girls. And by the way, wouldn’t a group on Facebook talking about disgraceful things landlords do, be a good idea. Yes, Emily it would! There was one more in Bundaberg, I think, I can’t quite remember which one now. And there was two in Melbourne, from 20 years ago, so I definitely can’t even remember even the street name that they were on, but there were two of them, opposite each other, somewhere near Preston/Coburg/Reservoir, and I would’ve been able to see them on Google Maps, except they weren’t listed, and I bet they weren’t closedown - I bet Google Maps has blocked them from me, so I don’t name them. I’ve mentioned before they can block websites, they can manipulate the Google searches, and they can also do it on Google Maps - their intention is to try and save the bimbo bitches who work at such places. I’ve seen them do this before on Google Maps (a Jewellery business in Tamworth, which is still there operating), and today I’ve seen it again. Since I’ve only recently, started taking photos and recording names, of everyone I encounter, I unfortunately can’t name and shame them all. Schizophrenic zombie: Louise Aguirre, Nutrien Harcourts McCathies, 262 Queen Street, Ayr (They call Schizophrenic now “Psychosis susceptibility syndrome” !! lol, lol!!. Why not just call it “the stupid disease”. Wakey Wakey.} Anyway, I believe those rural Nutrien people are just plain bullies – no diseases affecting their choices. 16. Rental Bitches from Melbourne Harassing me Warning; I was absolutely livid, at the time, when I was dog attacked by these two dog girls. This story is going to reflect how upset, stressed, angry and fuming mad I was (and still am because I have an excellent memory) So, when I was a student in Melbourne, I had to find somewhere to live (with my four cats) OMG the Real Estate rental bitches such a huge problem. I can’t believe how revolting those little girls were. Did they not grow up with any morals or ethics? Why am I so often constantly left feeling like I’m better than other women because of their revolting bully nature? {you know, I do not need to have it reiterated time and time again!!} Anyway, after a huge negative ordeal, I was given a rental guy instead of the typical rental girl, from a different Real Estate, who found me a place no problems at all and of course it didn’t matter if I had pets. Plus, also thank goodness, there was another ‘normal’ girl from another different Real Estate (lovely tall Blondie) who found me even a better spot with lovely new hardwood floors. So, I did find somewhere to live in the end. But I’m pretty sure those two revolting stupid bitch ethnic girls from Melbourne, who belong to two different Real Estate agencies that were across the street from one another (can’t remember name, otherwise I would name and shame big time); and were friends, would have their bitchy routine down pat between one another, a tag game, praying on and ganging up on younger girls looking for somewhere to stay (who had pets). BTW, pets weren’t even the main issue with those two girls, they just wanted to jump on any problem they could possibly find - it was a total cat and mouse game for them. Stupid bimbos. Just revolting creatures, and I’m pretty sure they follow me around and put on fake listings for rentals; those two stupid bitches; fuck off get a life, and you are not fit for the workplace. Oh, and making a reality fake tv show and airing it on Netflix with you showing yourself living in a big mansion, – does not make you a winner – you little revolting stupid bitches. And shame on DOGS playing SIDES. And by the way; rental Real Estate rule makers, who I know will be reading my story; can’t you see how young and stupid the rental girls are? You need to make sure you don’t have these stupid nazi anal rules, so that little girls can’t get a hold of, and sink their teeth into, like a dog with a bone. Of course, I am of the belief that there should be no discrimination when it comes to pets, if they lose their Bond, then lose their bond. But mostly so long as there is no carpet, then it is usually fine. At the moment 95% of all listings will not allow any pets at all, which is absolutely disgusting and encourages “full on bitch wars” by stupid little girls just like those two. So do something about its Rental Rule Makers. 17. My rental farmhouse - 10yrs here at Rangari, near Gunnedah, New South Wales, Australia I am a Gardner, this place had heaps of water, I struck gold!! (2009, 12mnths after I moved in) Landlord References - Hey sleeping Beauty real estate girl, when I was living on David and Brendas farm, I had 365 small items stolen from me 1 x 1 over 10 years ($10000 worth of stuff). I suspect my landlord and neighbours were stealing from me; and yet you want a reference from him? You silly little girl, you are clueless about the nature of people, and people in positions of power. And, while I am at it; When selling a house to prospective new owners, the Realtor doesn’t say; “and this house, when you purchase it, comes with the family down the road -you must adopt them as your own family and spend a great amount of time with them too.” I mean really, it’s just too absurd isn’t it? but that’s the reality a Renter faces. It seems (in my experience) if the neighbours don’t like you, or if you don’t want to descend yourself into the landlord’s family -then your slyly cast out. I mean there are other various reasons why a renter has to move on - in my experience, it’s always personal, and common sense and human decency gets thrown out the window. The rules that apply in the workplace, like you can’t just fire someone because you don’t like them, (you have to have a valid reason, and you have to give proper notification so they have a chance to rectify the situation) - there are laws to protect workers. But not if you’re a Renter, there is no protection at all, everything has a loophole. Don’t get me started on house maintenance (or lack thereof by landlords) not to mention thieving landlords who have the key, and then there’s the general abuse of power and lying that goes on too.... And, read this: Quiet Enjoyment Under a General Tenancy Agreement (Lease) (form18a). Part 19 states (2) 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. -this brief paragraph is about the only 2 stipulations in the whole monumental fine print of a standard lease, that favours the tenant. I have had 3 landlords that have done just the opposite to that. I defiantly consider stealing / pettytheft, and banging/tapping excessive sounds or car revving, to be a detrimental interruption of the peace. By the way, that house above was a kit home, or prefabricated. Built on site in the 1980’s. aside from general costcutted features, I will just mention here, the windowsills; on the inside, instead of being typical windowsill sized, they had cost-cutted those long timber (should I say craft wood) lengths to be narrow, so when I moved in, my cat jumped up to the window, as he usually did before, to sit on the windowsill, but he fell off again, as it was too narrow. I’m putting in a little protest here, on behalf of my cat! We want proper windowsills thank you. 18. My Address is None of Your Business When it was noted and obvious that retailers were stealing from me, the police advised me to not give out my address to any retailer, or anyone infact, including Doctors, Hire centers, car dealerships/rentals….… Now this is not as easy as it seems, if you start paying attention, basically EVERYBODY asks for your address, and of course if you shop online, it’s a must. So, I have had to obtain a postal address that doesn’t include my home address, which is an expensive nuisance. But I still wanted to write this because the amount of people that don’t need my address, but still insist that they have it, so they can put it on their invoice, is ridiculous. You know receptionists and secretaries; A lot of forms that I have to fill out, were often written many years ago. Just because the form requests an address, doesn’t mean you actually need it. Girls, common sense needs to be applied, in every situation. My address is never required, unless a postage delivery is required. MY ADDRESS IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS AND STOP ASKING ME FOR IT And, I noted after having to go to the post office at Gin Gin to collect mail (this was before I was ban from the post office), I witnessed people/retailers who will stalk out a post office waiting for the receiver to pick it up, in order to follow them home to see where they live – inorder to steal. Plus, having to go down to the post office every day is just another chance for a neighbour to take something while out – happened ALL THE TIME, even if all doors and windows were locked. One time I know my neighbour 3 doors down (young man) saw people at my place when I was out, and the next day he was entertaining a “young lady” – this is what the dogs do, so they can continue to steal from me and treat me generally badly- abusively; they pay people to be quite, but this time, payment was in the form of friendly woman. I have seen this at least twice now, so there is bound to me times. 19. Acacia Tree Massacre Some greedy and selfish pig has come along and chain sawed this spectacular beautiful Weeping Acacia, that still had not reached the prime of its life. Growing by the side of the road, on the corner of kelvin and Bulga Road, Gunnedah. (Near the bus stop) Shame shame shame on you, and you better have planted 10 acacias in its place, in various spots - that’s the general rule; Cut down 1, plant 10 Btw, that was the only Acacia in that area. All the other trees you can see on Google Maps, are gums. 20. Oppression that Leads to War I want to show an example of oppression, as most people don’t actually know that they’re op-pressed. It is oppression that leads to war. Once I was living on a farm on a lawyers property, he still lives there with his partner, and her kids from previous marriage, and his kids from previous marriage. (problems already) The lawyers house was just down the paddock from my house. I was planting trees on his property, he was a ‘native tree person’ too (unusual for Gunnedah) The section where I was planting was on the other side of the fence, near my house, was electrified. So, as I was going in an out and planting/tree guarding/ watering, over some days/ weeks, I just switched it on/off the fence in that time, especially since there were no cows in that paddock -he did rotation farming. But the next thing you know there were cows being moved around, the landlord and his partner were hooning around, and they could have realised that the electric fence wasn’t on and asked me about it; I told them I had switched it off due to the tree planting, but unbeknownst to me it wasn’t just the fence line where the trees were, that particular power box did the whole rest of the farm, and so ‘apparently’ some cows got out onto their driveway and it caused a big problem for them, (the kind of people they would think that this is a monstrous problem, practically the end of the world), so he was really angry at me, chastising me so forth, even though I had no idea that I had switched off the whole farms fence line. But then he told me, that he’d had seen me switch it on and off twice! so I turned around and told him well if you saw me do it why didn’t you say something? the fact that he didn’t say anything in first place was because he’s oppressed. I mean if you see a problem you have to speak out, but that’s what oppression is, if you don’t speak out. Plus it does not pay to be a pervert and watch me, does it. Although there is the possibility, in retrospect, he pretended that the cows got out in the first place (as I did not see any out of the paddock, and I looked) but he just wanted to use the situation as fuel, to chastise and go on a power trip. Because it gets worse, he thought that I was deliberately sabotaging his cows, and instead of asking me about it when he saw me switch the box, instead, he stole my pliers, and angled them under my car wheel, so when I reversed, I would get a flat and I would have to pay $400 for a new tyre. What an arsehole, talk about retarded. I mean what if someone actually did make a sabotage on this guy? What would he do? I hope someone does, because fuck he’s asking for it. And note how he picks on women. I bet if I were a man, he would not have done that. Actually, I think he may have been in cahoots with another guy - Graham Kent | Job Placement Consultant at Job link Plus Gunnedah. They planned the pliers as revenge – little boys who just want to fight. (Who had hopeless bimbo mothers, for not teaching any other way, his father btw, was a doctor) I am outraged by stupid little boys who just want to fight, and they pick on single women – no man around to scare them – see how coward they are. This photo sums up that lawyer, btw, he is, I would say in his late 50’s. Photo from https://www.additudemag.com/on-their-best-behavior/ - least they are trying to help bimbo mothers. 21. Here is a sceenshot of my new Seed Shop on LocalSeeds 22. Jewish Mowing Story Area for mowing at Rangari garden , all in the yard, and all outside the yard. All that short grass area that you can see, is the area that got mown – a lot isn’t it! (although, the last 4yrs I was there – no rain, so no mowing needed) At one point in my life, I became a nanny for a Jewish family. If you’re Jewish you might be offended by what I have to say, so possibly don’t bother reading unless you have an open mind, or are smart, and or maybe wish to be slightly enlightened. So, not knowing anything about the Jewish religion, the mother gave me the basic outline of the Jews, and where they came from, as well she told me about her in-laws who went through the abhorrent Nazi concentration camps. Basically, to summarise, she said Jewish religion was based on a fight amongst the Christians. The Christians reached a point on their journey, and said ”we go this way now”, but there was a sector of the Christians who said “no, no, we go this way”. And the fight ensued, after no resolution could be thought of, the Christians went their way, and the opposing Christians went the other way, and decided that they weren’t going to be Christians any more, they were going to be called Jews! (Although when she explained it to me, she didn’t really state that the Jewish religion was based on a fight, - it’s just the big picture of what I saw that happened. Then, there was another thing. I sometimes sat down in the living room with the children and read to them. One day, I got up to a page, and it was an image of a father and son fishing, and in that in the image, was a fish in the ocean, with a caption above its head, and the caption read, (I kid you not) “pick me, pick me, I want to offer myself to you, to eat” At this point I came to the absolute conclusion, of what a scam the Jewish religion was, and how arrogant they are, how humans in general are, actually, to adopt this attitude thinking that another creature would want to sacrifice themselves for them. All living things have a basic desire and instinct to live, there are no exceptions to that rule. It’s a basic fact that all has to acknowledge. Now this is my belief about this religion, but I’m definitely not opposed to anyone who is Jewish, or who would want to practice this faith, because it doesn’t matter if the whole thing is based on a scam, what matters is what the faith can offer to people, like friendship, peace, comfort and hope. And of course I also believe that anything that a lot of people believe and think about, like as in pray for, may be conjured, for example; I didn’t know this Jewish story at the time, but one evening, I was out mowing my lawns, and I lived on a farm, and had a huge amount of lawn to mow, and as it was getting dark, I thought I’ll just keep going until my petrol runs, out which probably would be within the next five minutes, as I had not filled it up, I knew there was hardly any left. So, five minutes came and went, 10mins, 20mins, half an hour, one hour, hour and a half, two hours, finally, I ran out of fuel, and it was pretty much dark by then, but full moon. I couldn’t believe it, as I knew I had didn’t have that much petrol left, but it just kept going and going. Turns out, that particular evening, was a special day in the Jewish religion, I can’t remember exactly what I read or heard, and I can’t be bothered to look it up again, but they celebrate that day every year because in the past, at some point on this special day, they didn’t have enough money to buy candles (or something) and so the candles they had lasted all night, because they believed God gave them a miracle. So how about that! I have found in life there seems to be always a sense of humour, underlying everything! 23. Is this the woman (see photo here, I did not want to put her on my Blog) That woman with the short brown hair, looks like the woman who was following me around up here in Queensland near Gladstone and Agnes Water, she had 2 kids with her. She was present at the Benaraby nursery when they were acting dodgy and trying to overcharge me. She was also present when I handed over my iPod to a sale from Facebook at Agnes Water, who later stole $800 off my credit card via the iPod -it still had my details in it -silly me, forgot to Factory Reset – So stupid bimbo thinks automatically “steal, steal, steal, they forgot, they forgot” – SUCH STUPIDTY. You have to pay for everything bimbo.) So that woman is an Australian actress, and it is not uncommon for me to have actresses and people from the television industry, follow me around. I’m not in entirely sure why they do it, I feel it’s because they have mental health problems, as none of them have ever approached me and talked to me ever. Again, it could be someone that just looks like her, who knows. 24. Plastic Peg Graveyard in Every Backyard As a renter, I have lived in quite a few places that have had a clothesline out the back, and a whole graveyard situation going on with little bits of plastic from broken pegs lying all over the place - it’s an unsightly disaster. USE WOODEN PEGS (like I do). 25. Come on Australia, you have to use your Brain and Creativity a Little bit All in favour of changing Leichardt in Queensland‘s name, from Leichardt to Leichardty, say aye. All in favour of changing Moore Park Beach in Queensland‘s name, from Moore Park Beach, to Moorey Park Beach, say aye. Albion 4010 in Qld at (-27.433,153.044) Albion 4822 in Qld at (-21.328,142.605) Alison 2259 in NSW at (-33.266,151.400) Alison 2420 in NSW at (-32.429,151.773) Alligator Creek 4740 in Qld at (-21.320,149.218) Alligator Creek 4816 in Qld at (-19.411,146.932) Ascot 4007 in Qld at (-27.430,153.065) Ascot 4875 in Qld at (-27.826,151.997) Ascot 3364 in Vic at (-37.396,143.813) Ascot 3551 in Vic at (-36.708,144.335) Back Creek 2372 in NSW at (-28.962,151.729) Back Creek 2390 in NSW at (-30.112,150.276) Back Creek 2422 in NSW at (-31.962,152.053) Back Creek 2484 in NSW at (-28.409,153.170) Back Creek 2622 in NSW at (-35.343,149.944) Back Creek 2671 in NSW at (-33.865,147.461) Bakers Creek 2359 in NSW at (-30.325,150.996) Bakers Creek 2422 in NSW at (-31.973,152.101) Bakers Creek 2447 in NSW at (-30.827,152.715) Balmoral 2283 in NSW at (-33.046,151.579) Balmoral 2571 in NSW at (-34.303,150.515) Barry 2340 in NSW at (-31.600,151.284) Barry 2799 in NSW at (-33.647,149.267) Bellfield 3081 in Vic at (-37.753,145.038) Bellfield 3381 in Vic at (-37.225,142.489) Big Hill 3231 in Vic at (-38.478,144.008) Big Hill 3555 in Vic at (-36.836,144.230) Birnam 4285 in Qld at (-27.950,153.059) Birnam 4352 in Qld at (-27.493,151.926) Black Creek 2439 in NSW at (-31.586,152.639) Black Creek 2729 in NSW at (-35.329,148.034) Boat Harbour 2316 in NSW at (-32.784,152.110) Boat Harbour 2480 in NSW at (-28.778,153.369) Broadwater 2472 in NSW at (-29.035,153.426) Broadwater 2549 in NSW at (-36.973,149.894) Burra 2620 in NSW at (-35.559,149.224) Burra 2653 in NSW at (-35.828,148.090) Cabbage Tree Island 2430 in NSW at (-31.946,152.590) Cabbage Tree Island 2477 in NSW at (-28.981,153.457) Cannon Creek 4310 in Qld at (-28.079,152.729) Cannon Creek 4380 in Qld at (-28.606,151.874) Carrington 2294 in NSW at (-32.913,151.766) Carrington 2324 in NSW at (-32.660,152.018) Cattle Creek 4407 in Qld at (-27.676,150.799) Cattle Creek 4626 in Qld at (-25.457,151.301) Cedar Creek 2325 in NSW at (-32.838,151.172) Cedar Creek 2484 in NSW at (-28.418,153.262) Cedar Creek 4207 in Qld at (-27.840,153.184) Cedar Creek 4520 in Qld at (-27.333,152.819) Clontarf 4019 in Qld at (-27.244,153.077) Clontarf 4357 in Qld at (-27.972,151.228) Colo 2756 in NSW at (-33.416,150.807) Colo 2795 in NSW at (-33.779,149.265) Dalwood 2335 in NSW at (-32.627,151.415) Dalwood 2477 in NSW at (-28.894,153.413) Darlington 2008 in NSW at (-33.891,151.193) Darlington 2330 in NSW at (-32.559,151.161) Deep Creek 2440 in NSW at (-30.968,152.707) Deep Creek 2460 in NSW at (-29.162,152.668) Deep Creek 2469 in NSW at (-28.969,152.683) Douglas 4354 in Qld at (-27.320,151.906) Douglas 4814 in Qld at (-19.325,146.751) Dural 2158 in NSW at (-33.684,151.041) Dural 2330 in NSW at (-32.580,150.862) Elderslie 2335 in NSW at (-32.582,151.351) Elderslie 2570 in NSW at (-34.057,150.715) Ellerslie 2648 in NSW at (-33.824,142.028) Ellerslie 2729 in NSW at (-35.309,147.909) Elphinstone 4361 in Qld at (-27.983,151.892) Elphinstone 4742 in Qld at (-21.506,148.215) Enmore 2042 in NSW at (-33.900,151.171) Enmore 2350 in NSW at (-30.731,151.834) Fairy Dell 3561 in Vic at (-36.324,144.732) Fairy Dell 3875 in Vic at (-37.689,147.757) Gilberton 4208 in Qld at (-27.742,153.273) Gilberton 4871 in Qld at (-19.279,143.692) Glenroy 2640 in NSW at (-36.052,146.899) Glenroy 2653 in NSW at (-35.749,147.883) Golden Point 3350 in Vic at (-37.574,143.865) Golden Point 3451 in Vic at (-37.064,144.274) Golden Point 3465 in Vic at (-37.091,143.761) Gowrie 2330 in NSW at (-32.565,151.148) Gowrie 2340 in NSW at (-31.345,150.825) Green Hills 2365 in NSW at (-30.267,151.787) Green Hills 2730 in NSW at (-35.546,148.029) Green Point 2251 in NSW at (-33.454,151.365) Green Point 2428 in NSW at (-32.250,152.518) Greendale 2550 in NSW at (-36.585,149.862) Greendale 2745 in NSW at (-33.928,150.663) Greenlands 2330 in NSW at (-32.362,151.164) Greenlands 2631 in NSW at (-36.518,149.444) Greenmount 4359 in Qld at (-27.776,151.893) Greenmount 4751 in Qld at (-21.184,149.035) Gregory River 4660 in Qld at (-25.100,152.215) Gregory River 4800 in Qld at (-20.250,148.502) Happy Valley 3360 in Vic at (-37.728,143.596) Happy Valley 3549 in Vic at (-34.698,142.716) Highland Plains 4401 in Qld at (-27.268,151.762) Highland Plains 4454 in Qld at (-25.870,148.755) Hill Top 2575 in NSW at (-34.347,150.487) Hill Top 2628 in NSW at (-36.333,148.693) Hillgrove 2350 in NSW at (-30.612,151.968) Hillgrove 2650 in NSW at (-35.044,147.356) Hillsborough 2290 in NSW at (-32.962,151.674) Hillsborough 2320 in NSW at (-32.633,151.476) Hillside 3037 in Vic at (-37.690,144.742) Hillside 3875 in Vic at (-37.841,147.516) Huntley 2530 in NSW at (-34.498,150.736) Huntley 2800 in NSW at (-33.369,149.126) Ironpot 4610 in Qld at (-26.597,151.445) Ironpot 4701 in Qld at (-23.262,150.601) Killara 3312 in Vic at (-37.752,141.400) Killara 3691 in Vic at (-36.140,146.950) Kings Plains 2360 in NSW at (-29.602,151.413) Kings Plains 2799 in NSW at (-33.490,149.327) Kingswood 2340 in NSW at (-31.161,150.928) Kingswood 2550 in NSW at (-36.742,149.822) Kingswood 2747 in NSW at (-33.764,150.724) Lambs Valley 2335 in NSW at (-32.570,151.464) Lambs Valley 2370 in NSW at (-29.814,151.796) Lansdowne 2163 in NSW at (-33.896,150.975) Lansdowne 2430 in NSW at (-31.761,152.515) Lilli Pilli 2229 in NSW at (-34.069,151.114) Lilli Pilli 2536 in NSW at (-35.774,150.222) Lilyvale 4352 in Qld at (-27.433,151.875) Lilyvale 4723 in Qld at (-23.151,148.437) Limeburners Creek 2324 in NSW at (-32.579,151.912) Limeburners Creek 2444 in NSW at (-31.333,152.893) Long Plain 2360 in NSW at (-29.765,151.236) Long Plain 2629 in NSW at (-35.662,148.581) Long Point 2330 in NSW at (-32.565,151.121) Long Point 2564 in NSW at (-34.011,150.897) Lyndhurst 2350 in NSW at (-30.356,152.044) Lyndhurst 2797 in NSW at (-33.685,148.992) Mackenzie 4156 in Qld at (-27.540,153.129) Mackenzie 4702 in Qld at (-23.128,149.392) Maryland 2287 in NSW at (-32.880,151.662) Maryland 4377 in NSW at (-28.539,152.046) Maryvale 4370 in Qld at (-28.076,152.267) Maryvale 4703 in Qld at (-22.980,150.618) Mayfield 2304 in NSW at (-32.898,151.738) Mayfield 2540 in NSW at (-34.920,150.668) Mayfield 2580 in NSW at (-35.236,149.782) Mayfield 2787 in NSW at (-33.667,149.775) Merrijig 3723 in Vic at (-37.078,146.313) Merrijig 3875 in Vic at (-37.656,147.442) Milroy 2380 in NSW at (-31.142,150.048) Milroy 2850 in NSW at (-32.593,149.621) Mogo 2536 in NSW at (-35.794,150.102) Mogo 2850 in NSW at (-32.259,150.022) Montrose 4370 in Qld at (-28.156,151.779) Montrose 4413 in Qld at (-27.013,150.615) Moonlight Flat 3450 in Vic at (-37.062,144.246) Moonlight Flat 3465 in Vic at (-37.048,143.650) Morven 2370 in NSW at (-29.410,152.164) Morven 2660 in NSW at (-35.652,147.155) Mount Archer 4514 in Qld at (-27.001,152.663) Mount Archer 4701 in Qld at (-23.326,150.582) Mount Olive 2330 in NSW at (-32.407,151.225) Mount Olive 2787 in NSW at (-33.605,149.934) Mount Pleasant 4521 in Qld at (-27.149,152.764) Mount Pleasant 4740 in Qld at (-21.118,149.160) Myall 3533 in Vic at (-35.537,142.756) Myall 3579 in Vic at (-35.601,144.020) Nelson 2550 in NSW at (-36.668,149.958) Nelson 2765 in NSW at (-33.646,150.921) Newtown 4305 in Qld at (-27.616,152.777) Newtown 4350 in Qld at (-27.556,151.933) Newtown 3220 in Vic at (-38.154,144.335) Newtown 3351 in Vic at (-37.703,143.659) North Branch 4356 in Qld at (-27.846,151.627) North Branch 4370 in Qld at (-28.021,152.318) Oxley 2711 in NSW at (-34.030,144.060) Oxley 2824 in NSW at (-30.982,147.621) Paddys Flat 2469 in NSW at (-28.695,152.429) Paddys Flat 2632 in NSW at (-37.037,149.336) Paddys River 2577 in NSW at (-34.628,150.127) Paddys River 2653 in NSW at (-35.760,148.172) Paling Yards 2580 in NSW at (-34.115,149.732) Paling Yards 2795 in NSW at (-33.183,149.744) Preston 4352 in Qld at (-27.654,151.971) Preston 4800 in Qld at (-20.394,148.658) Pretty Beach 2257 in NSW at (-33.526,151.348) Pretty Beach 2539 in NSW at (-35.578,150.352) Punchbowl 2196 in NSW at (-33.929,151.052) Punchbowl 2460 in NSW at (-29.463,152.772) Rangemore 4352 in Qld at (-26.998,151.670) Rangemore 4806 in Qld at (-19.990,147.404) Red Hill 2347 in NSW at (-30.494,150.634) Red Hill 2720 in NSW at (-35.158,148.372) Red Hill 2824 in NSW at (-31.735,147.794) Red Hill 4059 in Qld at (-27.452,153.002) Red Hill 4877 in Qld at (-26.644,150.645) Richmond 4740 in Qld at (-21.088,149.141) Richmond 4822 in Qld at (-20.762,143.237) Rocky Creek 2371 in NSW at (-29.269,151.352) Rocky Creek 2390 in NSW at (-30.051,150.200) Rocky Point 4873 in Qld at (-16.388,145.419) Rocky Point 4874 in Qld at (-12.622,141.885) Rocky River 2358 in NSW at (-30.597,151.459) Rocky River 2372 in NSW at (-29.185,152.307) Rose Valley 2534 in NSW at (-34.718,150.809) Rose Valley 2630 in NSW at (-36.124,149.258) Rosewood 2446 in NSW at (-31.458,152.686) Rosewood 2652 in NSW at (-35.653,147.852) Sandy Creek 2338 in NSW at (-31.831,150.985) Sandy Creek 2835 in NSW at (-31.920,145.436) Scrubby Creek 4570 in Qld at (-26.222,152.573) Scrubby Creek 4878 in Qld at (-25.548,145.720) Shelly Beach 4551 in Qld at (-26.796,153.146) Shelly Beach 4810 in Qld at (-19.185,146.753) Sherwood 2440 in NSW at (-31.064,152.714) Sherwood 2450 in NSW at (-30.031,153.045) Sherwood 2474 in NSW at (-28.427,152.782) Silverwater 2128 in NSW at (-33.834,151.046) Silverwater 2264 in NSW at (-33.103,151.558) Smiths Creek 2460 in NSW at (-29.505,152.729) Smiths Creek 2474 in NSW at (-28.564,152.854) Smiths Creek 2484 in NSW at (-28.428,153.378) South Arm 2449 in NSW at (-30.689,152.740) South Arm 2460 in NSW at (-29.521,153.171) Spring Creek 4343 in Qld at (-27.452,152.331) Spring Creek 4361 in Qld at (-27.957,152.023) Spring Creek 4420 in Qld at (-25.402,150.031) Spring Hill 2500 in NSW at (-34.453,150.870) Spring Hill 2800 in NSW at (-33.403,149.150) Springfield 2250 in NSW at (-33.428,151.373) Springfield 2630 in NSW at (-36.532,149.124) Springfield 4300 in Qld at (-27.653,152.910) Springfield 4871 in Qld at (-17.932,144.516) Springfield 3434 in Vic at (-37.331,144.820) Springfield 3544 in Vic at (-35.575,143.114) St. Clair 2330 in NSW at (-32.362,151.271) St. Clair 2759 in NSW at (-33.797,150.785) St. Helens 4356 in Qld at (-27.674,151.479) St. Helens 4650 in Qld at (-25.486,152.705) Stockyard 4344 in Qld at (-27.659,152.063) Stockyard 4703 in Qld at (-22.850,150.789) Stonehenge 4357 in Qld at (-28.103,151.386) Stonehenge 4730 in Qld at (-24.250,142.703) Stony Creek 2550 in NSW at (-36.618,149.801) Stony Creek 2850 in NSW at (-32.475,149.730) Stony Creek 3371 in Vic at (-37.227,143.687) Stony Creek 3957 in Vic at (-38.593,146.091) Sugarloaf 4380 in Qld at (-28.710,152.031) Sugarloaf 4800 in Qld at (-20.311,148.631) Summer Hill 2130 in NSW at (-33.893,151.137) Summer Hill 2421 in NSW at (-32.479,151.501) Sundown 4860 in Qld at (-17.498,146.024) Sundown 4879 in Qld at (-28.857,151.661) Swan Bay 2324 in NSW at (-32.693,151.935) Swan Bay 2471 in NSW at (-29.078,153.293) Tablelands 4605 in Qld at (-26.162,151.940) Tablelands 4680 in Qld at (-24.334,150.898) The Bluff 4340 in Qld at (-27.614,152.533) The Bluff 4355 in Qld at (-27.197,152.140) The Gap 2472 in NSW at (-29.170,153.382) The Gap 2650 in NSW at (-34.954,147.213) The Gap 4061 in Qld at (-27.446,152.941) The Gap 4825 in Qld at (-20.726,139.499) The Rocks 2000 in NSW at (-33.859,151.208) The Rocks 2795 in NSW at (-33.430,149.425) Thomson 3219 in Vic at (-38.170,144.379) Thomson 3825 in Vic at (-37.756,146.345) Torryburn 2358 in NSW at (-30.446,151.204) Torryburn 2421 in NSW at (-32.473,151.581) Washpool 2425 in NSW at (-32.369,151.921) Washpool 2460 in NSW at (-29.296,152.381) West End 4101 in Qld at (-27.484,153.005) West End 4810 in Qld at (-19.265,146.794) Westdale 2340 in NSW at (-31.091,150.853) Westdale 2653 in NSW at (-35.570,147.884) White Rock 4306 in Qld at (-27.694,152.849) White Rock 4868 in Qld at (-16.979,145.758) Willow Vale 2534 in NSW at (-34.740,150.792) Willow Vale 2575 in NSW at (-34.432,150.471) Wog Wog 2550 in NSW at (-37.076,149.441) Wog Wog 2622 in NSW at (-35.264,150.054) Woodburn 2472 in NSW at (-29.097,153.355) Woodburn 2538 in NSW at (-35.390,150.395) Woodlands 2536 in NSW at (-35.800,150.184) Woodlands 2575 in NSW at (-34.408,150.394) Woodstock 2360 in NSW at (-29.736,151.350) Woodstock 2538 in NSW at (-35.354,150.408) Woodstock 2793 in NSW at (-33.769,148.878) Wooroonooran 4860 in Qld at (-17.344,145.806) Wooroonooran 9999 in Qld at (-17.550,145.779) Yarras 2446 in NSW at (-31.430,152.355) Yarras 2795 in NSW at (-33.365,149.673) Yellow Rock 2527 in NSW at (-34.602,150.738) Yellow Rock 2777 Data found online by AI, so there is some disparages Come on Australia, you have to use your brain and creativity a little bit, you can do better than this. I personally believe these kind of cockups come about because a lot of different creative types, are discriminated against in Australia. Although, did you know Denmark and Greenland have a preapproved list of names for newborns and you're not allowed to deviate from that list!!! This has gotta be the most modern nazi thing I've ever heard of! Wake up people. You have to teach your child tolerance. If your child is a bully – it IS YOUR FAULT PARENTS AND TEACHERS. Actually, ‘modern nazi’ is what I thought of at first, but then I thought, perhaps doing this gives parents a subconscious feeling, that they don't actually “own” their child, which could be a healthy thing? 26. Bug and Insect Cruelty I am updating this one since my new neighbours obviously haven’t read it. My new neighbours are thieves, what’s more they use poison insect aerosol sprays, and their most favourite thing to do at the moment is to spray over my car port partition every time I go outside into my carport; such is the charming nature of a thief. The Idiot hoons Who constantly drive past my unit and beep; think it’s hilarious. I assume my neighbours are trying to impress the hoons with their hilarious joke of poisoning me. Not the first time it’s happened (Deliberate water, bottle, contamination and deliberate, aerial pesticide spraying over me. That’s just what I know about?). Such is the nature of 3rd borns. So down the bottom of my original little blurb, I end with “only morons use mortein”. This has just been totally reiterated with the arrival of my new neighbours, my little made-up expression could not be more of a truth. So, my original blurb; Get a grip and stop acting like hysterical women from the 50s when you see an insect! I can’t believe the supermarket still sell things like this, insect killer I mean. I just want to yell WAKE UP PEOPLE you do not need to kill insects that are flying around or just merely in your presence. Leave them on their merry little way, and then take the proper precautions, like insect screens on your windows and doors, plus mosquito nets on your bed. Anything that is poison for bugs is poison for humans too. Der fred. This is their world just as much as it is ours. Only morons use mortein. 27. Renters Walk-in Closet, hanging clothes wardrobe This is a really good trick if you’re a renter in a nice house, and want to turn one of the spare rooms into a walk-in closet. (Since hillbillys in the past had no concept of a Walk-in Closet!!) Obviously when you’re renting you can’t make any structural changes of any sort, that would also include putting big holes in the ceiling. So, what I did was purchase a pinhole drill bit, and put pinhole sized hole in the ceiling, so this pinhole size, you can’t actually see it at all. I mean maybe if you got a ladder and was standing a foot away from the hole, you might be able to see it. But no one is going to see this pinhole when they walk into a room, after you have packed up and left. So, what do you do, is run some fishing line through the pinhole, and then you have to take physical action, and climb up in to the attic space (or the roof space) - so it only works if you’ve got roof space. So, you find the fishing line (get a really good torch) and you wrap it around a 40cm long strong plank of wood (scrap from timber mill), thread the other end back through the hole (you have to measure how much you need before), then place that plank of wood running across the joists, which will support the clothes rod. Fishing line is really strong, and I used double lengths. So the fishing line needs to be knotted at the spot where you want the clothes rod to hang - I hung mine about 1m down from the ceiling. So, then I just put the rod in the loop created (about 20cm in from the end of the rod), and of course do one at the other end (all fishing line lengths have to be the same length). I did that around the whole room, so there were 12 pinholes in total, and 6 rods, the rods were $2 from the tip shop. The fishing line was free from dads garage, so minimal cost. You need to be organized and lay everything out, put in all pinholes and thread all lines through, before you go all the way up into the roof. I found a photo I took of my walk in closet, I remember now, I only used 1 foot or so of fishing line, then tied that to some lightweight chain. Those six rods held all my clothes easily, and I did work in the fashion industry, so I do have quite a lot of clothes. I even managed to hang a fabric shelving system which I could put my folded jumpers in. There were no built-in cupboards at that house (?). And I certainly had no wardrobes – way too big and heavy for a renter to cart around from place to place. Although climbing into the roof space is not really fun, and in my older age, I am not really sure I would do it. Since, I have made an A frame hanger from damaged hardwood that was $1 a length, I spit it, and used one of those old poles with a hook on the end as the rod - you used to see those poles at garage sales in country Australia, I’m sure I have seen about 7 up for sale in the past, course, I’m looking out for another one, so I can make another hanger, but have not seen any. I can only imagine they were used to pull a ceiling lever like a window or something, or maybe wool shed related? 28. Opposite re rebellious people doing the opposite of what I want OR what they should be doing at work I’ve talked about this numerous times on my blog in many different situations so I don’t want to repeat myself, but it’s such a big thing in society, that I think I have to do a new separate photo story for it! So, I mention how they do the opposite, (they as in, male and female alike, all ages, but generally stupid…), so the whole toilet problem that I experience in life; if I think to myself “don’t come into the toilet, as I’m in here” then they come in – or try to break the door down to get in. Unbelievable stupidity – what kind of upbringing produces such stupidity? Really and truly there needs to be a “child rearing” licence that people need to obtain before having kids. Not to mention the rebellious opposite, as in, if I’m feeling angry, they’ll say “I’m not angry at all”. But they also do the opposite of popular pop-culture. I’ve noticed there’s an element of people who say “smile, and the whole world smiles with you” – which, when you’re dealing with zombies, that’s actually true, you can lead them and manipulate them into saying whatever you want. But the whole world does not consist of zombies, when you’re dealing with people who are aware and clever, but also have a rebellious nature due to their hopeless nazi parents and teachers; I have noticed it is those people who go about doing the opposite of this, just to spite that expression. So, if I am pissed off, they do “rewards” and if I was happy, they do “punishments” – they are fully SICK IN THE HEAD. Not to mention extremely disrespectful in a revolting passive aggressive way. So, there are others who infact, do the opposite still, as in reward for good work; say I do a good design, then they reward with, usually a sale. But then same people, or person (got to be female) do punishment for bad, I noted one of their ‘ideas’ of ‘bad’, is swearing – they literally try to punish me if I swear – extraordinary absurd control issues. This has been going on for many years and at different address. And bloody god dammit - it still doesn’t work! Slow learners are the dogs. I also find, in general, I personally have a “leave me alone attitude”, so there are people who do the opposite, and antagonize me, and follow me, - this all comes about from their stupidity and rebellious nature. Why should I have to pay for their stupidity that they learnt from their parents and teachers? I remember when I was 12 or 13 or so, this was a problem with the boys; you think “get away from me”, and they’ll just start chasing you - doing the opposite. There are child carers and school teachers who do the opposite too, the opposite of what they’re meant to be doing as a child carer, they can’t help themselves. They are like the “anti-child carers”. Real baddies, looking after your kids. I have seen Drs behaving in this ‘opposite’ manner too, even if the information they are citing back to me, is complete bullshit, it does not, matter; the desire to do the opposite and rebel, is too strong for them; for even a supposedly smart person like a DR. And I have never seen this issue talked about – yet in Australia, it is HUGE, a huge social and economic problem. 29. This is a huge problem I EXPERIENCE, as of 2015, Simon Says I have written about it before, but they still persist, perhaps it’s always new people? Every neighbour I get from 2015 onwards? So again, here is the story about people trying to humiliate me, via, not only the subject of this story, but me having to write about – AGAIN. The old man next door (72yr old), appears to be attempting to do some sort of ‘toilet training’. He is pure DOG. He starts coughing at night, whenever I need to go to the loo. DOG. But, not just when I need to go, if at all, cause, usually I DO NOT NEED TO GO. But if any little bit of urine seeps into my bladder, he starts coughing. DOG, who is trying to show off. I need to mention, he can’t hear me “scream” in the metaphysical world, as I do not scream; he wakes and interrupts me in the middle of my good flying and or swimming dreams. He is DOG wanting to play Simon Says. I have mentioned before how we are designed to sleep all night without having to get up and go to the loo, we have “lying down” signals, and unless one has consumed a large quantity of fluid, one can last all night, and usually as soon as one wakes and gets up, one heads to the loo. Normal behaviour. I will also mention AGAIN, I do NOT drink. Teetotaller (except sometimes in cooking – mmm, a nice cream and brandy sauce for the chicken……) I can’t begin to explain how infuriating it is being woken in the middle of the night for no reason. Night after night after night. Night after night after night. He’s obviously not married, and wants a ‘pretend wife’, and I guess this is what he feels his duty would be, if he was married. He’s a fucking idiot. I can see he is trying to make himself important, and essential, not to mention feel superior. With the desired outcome, of a person not being able to go to the loo unless he gives the “cough-ahead”. Simon Says. ARSHOLE. I’ve had nurses tell me, they have problems with women who go into nursing homes, because they’re no longer surrounded by these fucking arsehole patronizing men. I can’t believe how revolting he is. He’s completely sick, mentally retarded. I’m a grown woman and I’m fully toilet trained; it’s been the same case since I was two years old. So, fuck off you fucking dysfunctional moron. If you have read my blog, you will recall I talked about this when I lived at Gin Gin, kookaburra Park (my last address). I had the same problem, with people fully obsessed about me going to the toilet. So weird. Unfuckingbelieveable, really. Fuck off you coward arseholes. Actually, I think it even started before that, when I was at Rangari; I mentioned, 3 years prior to leaving, I started being woken up by the one, and only neighbours out there on the farm. I did not make any connections at the time, about it being “toilet related”, but apparently the neighbour there, Heath Barwick had moved out, and other people were living there then?? As I have said before, not sure about that. I do not think any “old man” moved in there. Before that, (it was 2015) I slept very well, every night, seven hours without fail. It’s like 1 person has gotten wind of the fact, that “there’s a single woman, out there, on her own, (and thought), oh well, she must need help going to the bathroom”. Why, they thought this, I can offer NO explanation? Perhaps they literally are retarded? Or just a complete stupid idiot? Maybe the stupid short blonde bimbo who sabotages me, spread rumours about bed wetting?? I am not a 3yr old, go and find a toddler if you want to toilet train someone - you fucking morons. I thought the people waking me at Kookaburra Park were old men – truck drivers. Do you think like, all the old men in the neighbourhoods are taking it in turns to be DOG, and wake me? Can’t you get this through your fucking head, I did not ask for your condescending help, I do not need your help, could you be any more humiliating? Actually, I think it is a form of attack, the opposite of help, maybe help disguised. So, stop using me as your personal punching bag. Oh, that reminds me, I also had ‘old man’ toilet problems when I was at school, NEGS, I have explained that, in detail, on Life Stories page, about the school gardeners. Plus, for that brief time when I moved back in with dad, after RMIT, so, living in town, I was awoken every night at 3:01am. Every night. There was someone, I am not sure if the same person, but they would hoon down our little lane way and bottom their car out, thus making a loud bang, right outside the corner where my bedroom was - every night, I would have thought that was unrelated to me personally, perhaps[s that was the drunk looser leaving the ‘workies’ club when it closed at 3am?? Except one night I specifically heard the people in the car talking as they drove past “wake her up, wake her up” so, now I am thinking it was ALL ABOUT ME. What the fuck happens before 3am and after 3 am that some total stranger would want me awake?? Those voices sounded like young 20something yr olds. I was in my 30’s at the time. So anyway, after I wrote this on my blog, that night, I slept all the way through without being awoken – a miracle, plus I don’t think anything was stolen! (aside from the aquarium shop theft issues I was having at the time {read “Not the Butterfly affect, but the Bimbo affect}. But, next night, 3:04 am Nev starts coughing again, same with next night 3:02am. I think he stands in his kitchen, and if I fall asleep again after waking me, he starts fake coughing again, or turns the water on, as the water pipes are really loud. Or he makes ‘dinging’ sounds on his phone. This lasts usually an hour then he / they seem to give up, and I fall asleep again, but sleep late due to being interrupted. {6am is the best time to be awoken, I find with no interuptions, I often wake naturally at this time.} Last night I was almost prepared to storm round there and demand to know why he is waking me – I bet he would not be able to handle that. One thing all cowards have in common, they DO NOT WANT ME TO ACTUALLY CALL THEM OR SPEAK TO THEM. I have noticed this to be true, turn on one of the dogs – and they run a mile. The warmth of my bed is far more important than him. They are so revolting. No wonder he is trying to feel superior, when this is what his natural behaviour stoops to. Toilet obsession. 30. Can't stand Movie Directors who use Animals in their Movies especially like this one CRUEL IDIOTS I did have a photo story and that was it’s title. However when I went to find it, it was missing. I can’t remember whether I deleted it or not but I definitely have something to say about movie directors who use animals I suspect there is a lot of cruelty that goes on in the movie industry where animals are involved, all in the name of entertainment. In this particular movie, the one that prompted me to take a screenshot of it; they had managed to find a baby crocodile, and had put it in a rave at a party, where there was loud music blaring, and the DJ, who owned the crocodile had it sitting on his amplifier, I just thought it was absolutely disgusting. Cruelty. A baby crocodile is not going to be able to handle loud music, from a rave party. I mean does he want to scare it to death? Because that’s what was happening. The movie was called Rise. Life Stories P14 NEXT About P1 , About P2, Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14(this) , LSP15 LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,