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. {I had a bit here about traditional games Norwegian young country men do, I saw this documentary, it all looked very healthy. Although I can’t remember what it was they actually did, river jumping or something… I wrote about it, but, gone, so I googled it, and nothing – so that documentary may have been total BS , and they got some hacker to steal the writing? Weird. Not so wholesome. I discovered that Norway is one of the most affluent countries in the world. I decided to find out why from the outset it just looks like a whole bunch of green fields! I discovered Norway struck gold with a discovery of oil in their ocean, and instead of spending it all, madly like by cutting taxes, they didn’t, but decided to invest the money, particularly in projects outside Norway, in case the oil runs dry they can draw on their investments. This was the 70s. They are now pretty much set for life and will not need to worry about money, and are doing all sorts of wonderful things. They invest in education and dealing with social problems; with a big chunk being given to welfare which I found very interesting because I bet Norway doesn’t have a whole bunch of bogans hooning around. Car hoons been total nuisance buggers. Or perhaps they had an immigration tactic like the UK; sending all the bogan Norwegians elsewhere back in the 70’s and 80’s! lol} Car hoons: Constant incessant problem for me, for years and years. Still, as I update this at 2am May 2026 - car hoons driving back and forth outside..... 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” I did not invite them. Stop using me. As yet, the police still haven’t done anything about the multiple cars that harass me. There are certain cars and people that drive up and down outside my house and have been doing it for at least 20 years. I have noticed this year, they seem to coincide with when a movie has ended; suddenly a mad rush of cars drive past my house. And do not ask me why they demonstrate these insane crazy actions, I have no idea. But those people are the ones who also steal from me; any opportunity they can see, they will take it, they are scum not to mention they disturb the peace and pollute the air. I also know there are other people who are aware of the scum, (they work in the entertainment industry), and they too try to get rid of them by, enticing them with Kylie Minogue antics. Until the police do something about those car scum people, that harass me in this constant vile manner, I am always going to assume they are fully incompetent. They are fully incompetent. Clueless too, I bet they don’t even know about the scum who drive up and down and past me in this manner - completely clueless. 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, mostly woman actually) who just hang round outside my house, 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, and my security cameras, let them see themself on camera. • 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. 😁 This works with women too, ones who try to control you. Stupid ones. • 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, it’s money, (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 Originally, I had ABOVE a some clip art of a man cowering over a woman in the bathroom – clip art, free clip art, but as I update this, I am recalling all the problems I am currently having with stupid computer nerds accusing me of stealing images, (it’s a way they have devised to steal by stating free, but then stealing from me later as payment – scammers, dotcom scammers – but also there are a lot of really stupid “artists” - they have been showing me them on YouTube – unbelievable ‘beans for brains’ devising these thieving plots – possibly total narcs showing me these people; but they take things a step further and send me any artists whose work hangs my house, free or PURCHASED, and not in a good way, there’s like an underlying message of “be careful what you hang on your wall – you might ‘will’ it in to existence, or be stuck with an odd ball artists haunting you”). mmmm, so, I have replaced clipart with my fabric design “Leptospermum Flower 5f5dc”. This design is a matching co-ordinate with the design on my “Polite Ways To Turn A Man Down” story. It is currently not available anywhere, as I have been ban from selling, so this is the only place you will ever see it! Unless someone steals it – I am sure the QLD police will help you if you want to steal it. 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 My artwork above from 2013 ; as it was evolving in illustrator, I liked it because of the little curls on the striped outlines, it 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. How much is diesel now? $3.13? Wake up and smell your weakness girls. 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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NEGS, Gunnedah Primary School, Limbri School – you all need to be sued (otherwise, change does not come about). I want to talk about how in primary school, Gunnedah Public Primary School, our year had two classes, with about 30 kids in each. One was called the A class one was called the B class. The people in A class were considered to be the smarter ones. But I assure you, this in reality is not the case, these classes were divided purely on a socio-economic basis. Kids from well-to-do fami Life Stories P16 1. Drive Thru's vs Fancy Restaurants There was one incident; we were in Tamworth for the day, I was doing an upholstery job for my neighbour who was a high school teacher. We were choosing fabric. We were outside a fancy restaurant, where, just before we had been inside, talking to some people I knew. And she deliberately threw something of mine, well scattered it on the ground, so I had to kneel down and pick them all up, when she just stood over me. To all the onlookers there in the restaurant, this act looked rather inappropriate, so basically, she has some control issues that she should work on, and leave me out of it - this type of behaviour is dysfunctional. I have noticed, this behaviour is typical to school teachers, I would go so far as to say 90% of school teachers (public school) have these self-important and major control issues, and want all the kids (other people) to worship them. I am going to talk about this some more, because I have experienced it a lot; a lot of women don’t seem to be able to handle other women as their equal. They can only handle subordinates, which is why especially your find a lot of these women as teachers because they get to be around children, as in people that they can feel superior over, it is a serious dysfunction. Plus, it is widespread. I remember my grandmother, who wasn’t a school teacher, she was a housewife all her life, with three girls, but she definitely couldn’t handle other women as her equal, and all throughout her children’s adult lives, she still wanted them to remain as children, so she could treat them as subordinates. The very meaning of subordinate is a lower rank, or position, or of lesser importance, inferior, and needs another person to have authority and control over them. I know that expression “oh, you think your better than me!” this is where it comes from. From dysfunctional women wanting to treat other people as their personal subordinates. So, I guess for Karen Cull, and all other women in fact (my landlord Catie Rogers) that I’ve ever encountered, guess what, I am your equal, you are not better than me, you are not superior in anyway, you have major dysfunction DEAL WITH IT. I know I, would prefer you deal with it, rather than take out your dysfunction on me. So widespread! I definitely wouldn’t be friends with any school teachers. And in fact, in my experience, this is probably the reason why most women don’t like me, because they want to feel superior to me, as I am single, poor and not the best looker either, but I don’t let them, and it pisses them off. And by the way, this is been such a widespread problem with women, not only older, mostly older, but also younger girls, try to come, and I guess it is “dominate me”! I’ve noticed about these women, is that they are kind of stupid, and don’t realise that this behaviour is not appropriate (Cassandra Dunstan, Sharon Morgan, Cate Rogers (Wainberg girl), Karen Cull, possible Danielle Wheatly and Penny Awgayer - a whole heap more that stay invisibly cowardly) It is not right, it’s like, little girls; you have to go and find a man - there’s plenty of men who are into this kind of thing, and you have to dominate him (if they say they are not into this kind of thing, think again, they are) - You can’t dominate other women, especially ones that you don’t know - it’s completely “bimbo”, that’s really the best word to describe such women. Bimbo dominatrix! Who knew I would have such a problem with such people, they don’t warn you about this in school! I can just imagine Mrs Ford, “Be careful ladies of the bimbo dominatrix”. Lol. The only way I can think to combat this, is writing about it, and bringing this phenomena into consciousness, albeit 30 years too late, but really make these women aware of their disrespectful behaviour, and that their behaviour is stupid, not to mention cowardly. Infact just a few weeks ago, I was comparing my life to a young woman from the past, Dido Elizabeth Belle (1761 – 1804) who was treated one way by her loving white family, and as she was black, and another disrespectful way by the community where she lived. - I say this because whenever I venture out, I often get harassed, followed, and pickpocketed, plus all the other shenanigans people get up to. Yet, when I am at home sitting on the couch watching my favourite shows, I truly feel like a bit of a princess! I am treated as another viewer, a respected member of the public. So rare! Then I get back to my life and just noticed something else that has been stolen.... - it’s almost like there are two versions of life. (Some shows, as in a lot now, have the dogs on them, who harass me, they have taken over certain sectors of the entertainment industry - since I hardly ever go into town, they must love harassing me so much, they can't get enough of it – they do.) I feel I need to point out, I’m the sort of person that well, especially back in my 20s or 30s, would be quite happy and comfortable eating from somewhere like Hogs Breath Cafe or Maccas (when I lived in Sydney, I had Maccas at least 3 times a week! Well briefly!) But I was also comfortable, if I wanted to splash out, in a fancy restaurant. I wouldn’t feel out of place, or that I should not be there just because I was on near minimum wage. Although in my old age and experience there are definitely some family type restaurants that I would never venture into, at this juncture in my life. Even though I have less money now than then. My point is, that these days, everyone can choose where they want to eat, if you have a low or minimum wage and a set budget it doesn’t mean that you’re restricted to only certain types of eateries, if you want to splash out on a fancy restaurant, go for it, you’re entitled to it. It is my experience, usually people working in those fancy restaurants, would treat you as a respected paying customer, just as long as you’re not half naked or something like swearing loudly! But I do believe in splitting the bill if you’re with company. I would never enter a restaurant with people unless it was known clearly beforehand who was paying or if we split, (verbally talked about). This is a must, and something I learnt when I was 19, in a situation where I was dining with my aunt, and her friends, she was telling me beforehand that her friends were really rich, and we were going to a fancy restaurant. But at the end, when the bill came. I realised it hadn’t been discussed as to whom was paying, and I felt like, I should’ve paid for my course, but at 19, still a student, I was used to my parents paying for everything, so I had not even broached the subject beforehand at the table. I was very angry with my aunt, who assumed that her friends were going to pay. In the end they did pay, but I believe it was only because my aunt didn’t offer, and really, I felt my aunt had some nerve to expect them to pay for both of us. Some women are like that, they expect other women to pay for them. It was a valuable lesson for me. Of course, now, if I wanted to eat out, it would always be drive-through. I would never go to a fancy restaurant or any restaurant of any type actually, in public. In fact, I think it has been over 20 years, since I last dined in a restaurant. If I was to travel, at a hotel, I would always get room service rather than eat in the restaurant. This is not only from being accosted in restaurants before, but, from the ‘clean’ food issue. I like clean food; my cooking is clean. If I went out to restaurant, I know the food would have been spat in, such is the fighting nature of little bitch’s that surround me. DOGS who copy Fight Club. BTW, I have looked into having a snorkelling holiday - it’s on my bucket list, and all the hotels and resorts on the Barrier reef in Queensland, specifically have these communal eating areas, smorgasbord, and they always include breakfast, and so it’s a bit of a scam, because I would have to eat in this communal area if I wanted to get my money‘s worth! I have actually contacted one of them and suggested they fix it to include room service, and she got back to me and said they have no intentions of changing it! I can’t believe these fancy resorts don’t have room service! It is an outrage, hickleberry Queenslanders! One of the unknown dogs as informed me I already had a snorkelling holiday when I went on a paid nanny vacation to Port Douglas 20 years ago – so I will not be permitted to have another one - WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE AND FUCK OFF. There was one work colleague I encounted, when I mentioned to her that I ate Maccas 3 times a week (I passed 5 MacDonalds on my way home from work every evening for about 3mnths! 5 ) She was absolutely horrified, and surprised, insinuating that eating McDonald’s is very low class, she said she would never ever step foot inside McDonald’s restaurant or eat their food ever!! Lol She’s obviously never had one of their Double Quarter Pounder’s!! Really and truly, and I went to a private school, I’ve never encountered such snobbery! I’m pretty sure all those girls would’ve had Maccas if on the menu! I do need to mention, I always used to buy the budget mince, (regular mince) from the supermarket. But in my late 40s I developed a ‘rapid and loud’ heartbeat - it was triggered from some homeopathic medicine, but I fully understood the reasons I was having difficulties; it was from a high-fat diet. So, I changed from regular mince to 4star lean mince, and after 12 months, there has been a definite change in my heart - it’s now quite regular, not rapid and not loud. So, while I now, never go to Maccas anyway, I’m thinking Maccas probably don’t buy the 4star lean mince! The thing with 4star lean mince, is, it is twice, literally twice, the price of regular mince. So, it’s a little unfair that people on extreme budgets have to somehow manage to come up with twice the price, if they want to maintain a healthy heart. Upon reflection, I actually think, that regular mince should be ban, it’s so unhealthy. Btw, I believe Maccas single-handedly changed the Soviet Union, Russia, from a singular cold-war enemy, into an international player!! Plus, I don’t blame fast food for obesity. I feel a ‘change of consciousness’ is to blame, and that is; being aware of being happy, people nowadays want to be happy. They’re not guilted by so many people, including religion, for being happy. For many people, eating makes them happy. And if you can’t find happiness from other factors like a good home, and safe workplace, then people are going to source happiness from where they can, like good food. 2. Bus Blocking Street Signs at Every Street Corner in Bundaberg I’m sure I mentioned this before, but seems everywhere I go, I have people who want to accompany me, in their cars. Monumental nuisance people. On this particular day when I went into Bundaberg, a new city for me, I wasn’t familiar with any of the streets, I had, seemingly the same ‘followers’, wanting to make everything difficult for me, by blocking the street names, so I couldn’t tell what street I was in - such fucking arsehole cunts. And this wanting to make things difficult for me, I have noticed happens a lot. Deliberate sabotage by revolting people, who certainly would NOT be welcome in my life. Ha ha. And you know what, I have had people mucking up my life in this manner for years, like 20 years, and eventually (I would say especially due to this blog), they reach a point in their life and realize, they have made a mistake. So, then they just kind of ‘exit’ my life, just like that. Like it never happened. Do they seriously think they will be getting away with all that sabotage? Guess again, NOT. 3. Tank Water Pump setup at Kookaburra Park House I have lived in quite a few farm houses that have tank water. There has been a few problems with pumps and pump maintenance, that’s why I took a photo of this particular pump system , because I’ve been here for 3yrs, and it’s, by far, been the best and most reliable water pump that I have encountered. That company, PressureWave, is still in business. I’ve never seen a set up that requires 2 units like this. If you look closely, those units are connected, I assume the yellow one is to maintain proper pressure. And I do have proper pressure all the time. It is fairly quiet, although I can hear it when it’s on, but it doesn’t go on every time I use the tap, it seems to build up pressure, and once it goes down past a certain point then it comes on for about a minute, and then switches off. I can use, I’m guessing, it’s probably 5L, until it switches on again. So it’s quite a brilliant system in my opinion. 4. I Love Secondhand Shops Bundaberg Tender Centre VISIT AND PLACE BIDS EVERY WEEKEND I remember a 2ndhand shop at Armidale, it was near the school, down the paddock a bit. It was a big building on its own, away from the main area, and there were always curious pieces outside whenever I went past it on the bus. I noted none of the girls ever went there or talked about it. But I secretly longed to go there, one day my parents were visiting and we had some time to kill before I was due back to school, so hooray, now was my chance to go to that shop. And OMG, it was fantastic! It was even better than I had imagined. The owners of that shop had taken 2ndhand goods to a whole new level- it was an artform of goods, with little knickknacks, trinkets, crafts, furniture, art…. I loved it, and it had such a good vibe. For all those snobby girls who poo-pooed it – it is they, who were missing out on some treasured vintage and antique collectables. Any chance I get to visit a 2nd hand shop, I take it. Although I noted in about 2010 or so, there seemed to be a big ‘organized’ network who visited all the country 2ndhand shops and emptied them, so they could resell in Sydney to get 3 times the price. The shop in Tamworth closed down (I have written about this a little before, but I could not find it anywhere, so I will keep going). The one in Armidale is no longer there. I remember always seeing in those shops those big old-fashioned knives with the fake ivory handles, I inherited some, and now I love them, but when I went to get some more, there none anywhere, and I was watching some documentary on telly, they were talking about all the big centres in Sydney now that sell antiques and treasures, and there, on the table in the shop shed, was at least 500 of those knives all laid out!! So that would have been one of the items they emptied out of country areas!! Bloody dogs! So, in my ‘latest’ location, there are NO 2nd hand shops, well actually there is a liver charity shop, or was it kidney? Something, I did visit, but it has limited opening hrs, so when it is open there are about 50 people squeezed in this tiny stinky space- it is not good, plus they mainly only had clothes. There isn’t even a tip shop here. Boo. Such snobbery about 2nd hand goods up here. At my last location, least there was this shop nearby: Bundaberg Tender Centre - where you can put 2nd hand items in, on consignment. VISIT AND PLACE BIDS EVERY WEEKEND They charge the seller 25% of the sale price, then they also charge the buyer 13% of winning bid, plus $2 processing fee. (A lot, I think) So that is way too much, in my opinion, especially since all those items have already had GST paid on them when they were sold brand new. I felt they were personally stealing from me. I was glad when I removed the last item and I did not have to go back, but I mean, the owners would make a good comfortable living from their business, which is why it is still in operation, and has not closed down like all the others. Family run, the oldest son uses his dad as a weapon to chastise people, and he also refused me to put in my cat stand which would have got a good price – he friends with dogs at Gin Gin, who wanted to steal it from me, at reduced price, and did. Such is the nature of people who have SOLD OUT. Sold their soul. A lot of items that sold are way under bid, (like $200 worth of stuff sold for $4) so you can get a bargain there. Half my stuff did not sell though, the stuff that did were, you know, $20 for a $500 item. Good for buyer, bad for seller, but is better than getting nothing. The concept is brilliant. Unlike ebay, there is only 1 chance to make a bid offer on the weekend in person. And you can bid under the reserve, if no one else made a bid, the seller may accept it on Sunday night (actually they have 3 days to decide whether to accept it or not) You can only have your stuff in for 3 consecutive weekends, (then take out for 2 weekends, then put back in if you wish) Monday to Thursday. (Friday, they set up) They do not take stuff that is broken, does not work, or looks shabby. They have an excellent mailing list, and email notification system. I swear there are some people who deliberately purchase my items that have been undercut, so that I lose, so that’s their main motive, is to get me to lose. So, the fact that they’ve had to spend money to get me to lose, doesn’t really factor into them - it’s like they have no common sense at all, they are just driven by a hatred of women. This was particularly true when I used to sell my second-hand goods on eBay (before the stupid twit Nazis ebay staff banned me), and any items that I had put the incorrect postage amount on, like, too cheap, so I would lose postage money; they would always purchase those items. So, after a while I figured that it’s better to actually put the price of the product up, and the postage price down, so they would perceive me to lose - it worked for a bit but then they cotton’d on. I should mention here all the shops I went into last trip to Mackay. I have dogs on the radio it’s like the retailer puts the radio on, so the dogs can monitor the situation, as a dog does. Although, at the hobby shop, they actually sent someone in store a guy, rather than put the radio on, maybe that shop can hear the dogs too, and so refuses to put it on? All the other shops (bar the pet shop) had dogs on the radio, including Lifeline, I will not be going back to lifeline; dog off you stupid dog. They do this as there are mentally retarded, and I think, they’re trying to maintain some level of control. “I control you”. I think they started doing to make sure I smile at the sales girl, but it is not really about that, its like they want me to worship the sales girl. I mean what were they expecting me to do? Where they expecting me to start beating the sales girl up? Maybe they thought I specifically went there to yell at the sales girl? And they were trying to protect “the poor sales” girl! I’m not really sure how those dogs could be so naive; pretty much all the sales girls I’ve ever met have been absolute piranhas, quite revolting, and usually fairly unknowledgeable. But I think I should make something clear. I don’t really care about salesgirls, in any way, certainly not enough to want to start a fight (even the really stupid and nasty ones). So, you can just relax dogs, there’s not going to be any fighting, in any shops, in Mackay. Wakey wakey DOGS. Oh, and by the way, after not really giving a toss one way or another about any sales girls. If I see or hear the dogs in there, I’ll know that the sales girl is a stupid bitch, who does not warrant my respect, it’s just an automatic thing. Your bed. And, this Lifeline thing is another example of the “good” one and the “bad” one, so when I go in to Vinnies, no dogs, but Lifeline; dogs. Its like stupid dogs want me to go only to the one they deem I should go. See, dogs with control issues. Let me repeat myself; IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHICH SHOP I GO INTO, stop being so mentally retarded and just kill yourself already. Those are the same dogs who steal from me. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should; wake up dogs. And who is the IDIOT who put dogs on the radio? Talk about stupid. I just found this https://www.garagesalefinder.net.au/ Although there were none in my local area. 5. Reference from Cate Rogers To whom it may concern. Emily Bieman has been renting my home at Lot 7, 4528 Bundaberg Gin Gin Road Gin Gin since May 2019. Emily has always paid the rent on time, arranging a split payment for me to two accounts. I recently inspected the home and it was kept in great order. She is clean, neat and organised. There is an acre of land to be cared for and Emily has great knowledge of the native plants and trees. She collects seeds for a small business she runs. The garden, despite sever drought conditions, was it good order and the plants were alive and growing. Emily also designs fabrics which she sells on-line. In my experience with Emily, she is a gentle, kind, articulate, responsible woman. Catherine Rogers 0416886056 Gin Gin ( This letter is going to drive the dogs at Channel 9 nuts - they went through phase, back in 2016 or so, - maybe they're still going through it - I don't know? You know how dogs are with bones. But if anyone dares tries to help me in anyway, such as a reference; they would punish them, somehow, most likely vilification, humiliation and money theft - so a strong deterrent not to be helpful.) 6. Women at the ABC I recall a few years ago, there was a whole spate of women who worked at the ABC who got breast cancer. I mean maybe some of them were just trying to get out of work, and wanting a way that they wouldn’t feel guilty about, or be chastised about - I mean there is a stigma about not working. Or maybe they actually did have breast cancer. If they did, I can definitely say the reason would be, because they’re bunch of bloody bitches. And it’s about time I whinged and moaned about them: exclusive uptight hoity-toity thieving twits (bar one or two) You know who you are. I do not accept your apology you stupid dog. 7. Natural Ocean Pools – I love them So, I did a little ditty about the above pool because it is fantastic. 2 photos above are from TripAdvisor, as unfortunately I’ve never been there. I’ve only heard about it. It’s an ocean Lagoon pool, complete with a rock reef and fish for snorkelling. How amazing is that! I would love to have one of these in my backyard. The hotel is the Marriott on the Gold Coast - part of the Sheraton group, I believe. I would like to add, I mentioned in my “Travelled Twice” story, that I have been to Port Douglas twice. And there’s so many tourists who go there, that it was kind of unbearable at every little touristy spot - there were hordes of people. I just don’t think you can enjoy a pristine environment with hordes and hordes of people around. Well, that’s my personal opinion. Almost an oxymoron. I have seen beaches in Spain, that were absolutely jam packed, and those several 1000’s of people seemed to be quite happy! For me, I enjoy peace, quite and solitude. I think the most enjoyable thing about Port Douglas was staying at the Sheraton. It was a very pleasant hotel to stay at – ALL WELCOME. No discrimination! Unlike ant other hotel, I would think. A nice change. (plus, all paid by my employer, I don’t think it would have been my choice if I was paying, but I am glad I stayed there, and was shown the comfort of a large corporate hotel). It had a very relaxed atmosphere, without the hustle and bustle of the masses, even though it is a very large hotel. I guess except for the restaurant, that night we ate there, it was jampacked. That was the restaurant that my meal was stolen by some girl, a possible prostitute or Katie Carter? Same INNAPROPIATE thief that follows me around? And belongs IN JAIL. Smorgasbord - it’s a thing in Queensland resorts, so many have that Banquet style communal eating. It’s a little odd for me, I don’t like it all, aside from stolen meals, it’s just an unpleasant way to eat. Maybe it reminds me of the school dining hall. Room service for me thanks very much! Oh, and I guess the snorkelling, just off Port Douglas was good, I do enjoy a good snorkel! Plus, boat transfer was a huge ship, better for seasickness – but still bad. You know, getting a pool can be affordable. You don’t have to choose a typical costly pool. There are many options available, that are doable. You just have to look into it a bit. I implore anyone on low income to pretty much stop their life and try to put all the money towards getting a pool, an affordable one (Preferably a swim pond, but that’s just my personal preference). Anyway, the reason I suggest you do this, aside from the enjoyment factor that you’ll get from it - FOR ALL AGES, is, it will just really piss off rich people! Rich people can’t stand to see poor people have pools because they think poor people don’t deserve a pool, they think a pool is a luxury, that is only for rich deserved people. Seriously, there are people out there who think this - they are completely messed up in the head, so why don’t you mess with their head a bit, and put in a pool! 8. Knowledge is Power – know this about Tetanus I’m pretty sure I mentioned, in my “Doctor Experiences”, Life Stories, the dangers of tetanus shots. I think a whole photo story needs to be written about that experience, because after I had this shot, I could not raise my arm up above my waist for eight months - it took eight months to heal! It was a very targeted pain. In this photo I actually circled where the pain was, and it was specifically where the needle went in and around that area, so there’s been some speculation by certain people, as to why I would have such a sore arm after a tetanus shot, someone came up with the idea that a blood clot must’ve formed, but I am more inclined to think the person delivering the needle stabbed my muscle rather than the bloodstream, and it got bruised or infected even? I now am of the belief, that I have an allergy to needles, and I will not be allowing any more needles, I certainly won’t be going through eight months of not being able to move my arm again. And what makes this even doubly bad, is, because Tetanus, is completely, 100%, totally unnecessary - it is a moneymaking scam for drug companies – it would come down to one family receiving royalties from each shot delivered – pure greed. The doctors, who would also make money, but, aswell, they get to inflict pain on whomever they victimise - it’s a two for one for them. I can’t believe they’ve been allowed to get away for it for so long, because we have antibiotics, which replaced tetanus shot a long time ago, there is absolutely no need for tetanus shots ever. And I know, not only that doctor, (Dr Scanlan), but that whole clinic at Agnes Water, including the receptionist, plus the girl who gave me the needle, will be getting their comeuppance. R Woods 9. ABC iView app Harassment in the Form of Tooting Every 5minutes Movie credits says Sound Editor Lyn Butler ABC iView app harassment in the form of tooting every 5minutes Can someone please go and stand outside Lyn Butlers house and car toot every 5 minutes all evening, see how she likes it. Also, in regards, to the ABC, ABC News Regional, in the App – are you fucked in the head? Check your personal emotions at the door you bitchy spiteful women. 10. More Courier Truck Driver Stalkers What is with courier trucks who follow me around, and beep at me? Do or courier drivers suffer from mental illness? This one lay in wait, stalking me at the shopping complex, after yesterday driving into my unit complex and beeping then leaving again. Get a life your stupid stalker. Do I literally need to tell you this: piss off, stop harassing me. Btw, attention all dogs, I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU. Tnt plates 814REC TNT are now Fedex At my last place, and previous places, I had Toll truck drivers following me around and beeping at me. Now what, am I going to have TNT trucks following me around here? piss off piss off piss off (I put in a complaint with FedEx website, but I don’t believe that person took me seriously, the local depot has no contact number or email) And, this was when I first moved here, since then, I think Australia post or someone in a white van, has started lurking around the units, and Toll have made a reappearance, aswell as idiots who do signs with personalized number plates. RACK OFF After writing this, eventually they have stopped stalking me, but there are "unbranded" trucks still harassing me. 11. Ladies Secret Weapon against the Monthly Curse Nobody tells you these things: (pre-YouTube) Ladies when you get your period, and you get stomach cramps, I did say before, take ibuprofen. BUT, I have to update this, in 2023 I started developing stomach ulcers with stress and they say one of the contributors could be painkillers like ibuprofen. So, I had to stop taking them. At first I just grunted and bare’ d it every month. But in 2025 I remembered back when I was at school, reading about Evening Primrose oil, it was said that Evening Primrose will help you with your period pain, I did take it back then, it may have worked, as I don't recall bad period pain at school, I stopped taking it after school, unable to afford, then forgot….but I had some cod liver oil, it looked just like evening primrose (which reminded me of Evening Primrose oil), plus the knowledge I know about period pain being connected to digestion {I noted if I ate too much, period pain is worse until I go to the toilet} Lo and behold it worked. I just take one tablet at the onset of my period, take it the day before your period which some people can tell when that is. But it still works if you take it when you first get your period. So that's very good news, only $10 for the whole bottle, kept in the fridge should last at least 5yrs! No more ulcers, no more period pain and all à la nat a ral !! And I want to say; eat you Weet-Bix, and still have sex when you're old and menstruating still; this will ensure your 'longest stretchout' for menstruation as possible, and thus maintain your health for as long as possible. Btw, aspirin or Panadol do NOT WORK on period pain! Aspirin thins the blood -if you are having a heart attack or stroke, it could help, but it will not help for painrelief. Honestly, certain movies in the 80s pushing aspirin by Hollywood superstars has confused everybody!! And, as I think the main aim of a young lady is not to get pregnant, (I am sure proper protection is always used) but some lady of the night wanted to contribute to my Blog, and her tip is: if you use a douche with brandy, this kills any escapees. I have personally not tried this. But I would say it probably works. I have to update again (sorry it’s taken me such a long time to get around to writing this update {it’s like the dogs have been waiting and waiting for me to update, but seemingly all I have been writing about over the last 2 mnths are blonde bimbos who harass me – and they want to hear about important medical issues!!lol!!} So, after I discovered cod liver oil, (Blackmores Cod liver capsules) I read it was also good for dry scalp, and as I had burnt my scalp slightly with too much tea tree oil the week before trying to remove a tick, I applied a cod liver capsule, and ALL my hair fell out in the spot I applied it. !! ALARM BELLS – this should not happen. It tells me there is something wrong with the cod liver oil, so I researched where it is from…. And ooh, NO, do not buy cod liver oil, it is all farmed fish, and they do it with extreme toxins, so unhealthy, same with farmed salmon, and I would assume farmed Barramundi….. I am thinking stick to evening primrose oil – a plant-based oil. {I was since told that hair can fall out when the scalp has been triggered to grow more hair. So the oil may have triggered “get rid of slightly burnt hair follicles, to create new ones”; as in getting rid of the ‘old and weak’, ready for ‘good and new’ – possible I guess? I would still stick to plant-based oil}. Also, I read: you don't get a stomach ulcers unless you've used A LOT of ibuprofen, and I hardly use, mainly once a month, at period time, 1 tablet! So, I'm thinking my stomach ulcers are more likely from stress rather than ibuprofen. Then I saw on YouTube that heartburn is caused by NOT enough acid in the stomach to close your oesophagus sphincter, so acid escapes. So, all these years – 32yrs, I have been taking Mylanta for heartburn, (along the lines of bi carb) - the very opposite of what I should be doing! So, my ulcers would most definatly be from that. I am now on a vinegar plan. So now, I would say, stick to ibuprofen! Lol. In the meantime, I also saw on YouTube, castor oil, apparently is a traditional treatment for treating period pain. I wanted to try it, but just as I found out this information, like I was waiting for my next period, and it didn't come - I'm pretty much going through menopause!! But a couple of months later, it turned up, and I had extreme period pain (it was like I had the previous missed month and this months pain all condensed into this time – very painful - and a whole heap more blood than usual). Anyway, so I get castor oil and rub it on my belly and see. Pretty much within five minutes, the extreme pain has completely stopped - now I don't know whether it was actually from the castor oil or it was just one of those weird menopausal cramp situations that only lasted 10 minutes? So, someone else is going to have to experiment with the best way to treat period pain all à la nat a ral !! Oh and I should mention it could've been the act of rubbing my stomach; apparently stimulation helps a whole heap of problems and I've recently acquired a massaging vibrating roller ball from Kmart; and it really does work; I can't believe on so many different problems I have, if I use it, almost immediate pain relief, and half the time it literally fix the problems in body, not just pain relief, it's a cure. I will list other things I use it on, as it’s so helpful: Placed on a stomach rib cage area to relieve digestion cramps from ulcers Place on dental problems, cheek and jaw to relieve pins and needles, also AIDS blood circulation in head area clearing passageways, sinuses, and getting rid of toxins through moles on face – and getting rid of blocked ears (maybe ears inconjuction with hot sauna). Placed on the back of calf (underneath calf), helps with plantar fasciitis. Placed on inner C curve for scoliosis / fascia pain. Relieves lymph pain (if you haven't self-massage your chest) apply gently to chest, or under knee, or even on bikini line. Placed on back (wrapped in towel), to relieve spine pain possibly from over eating, digestion, scoliosis or even essential oil toxicity. Maybe even pesticides?? As I'm watching all these wonderful medical stories on YouTube, I note there is a strong theme of evil pharmaceutical companies; trying to make as much money as possible by basically keeping you sick and hiding healthy plant information from the public. 👎 {not sure why, enough herbal supplements and sickness to go around for everyone, plus people love convenience, many options available to sell health! Although I and others have had problems getting health problems diagonized and treated if you go to a GP, all they seem to be interested in doing is writing prescriptions, and sending you to imaging and blood test labs. ENOUGH! When I was at Bundaberg hospital the Dr there was asking about my physical health problems, and, as I did not know what my health problems were at that time, I could not tell him, (it was scoliosis/fascia related – I had termed it “OldChineseManSyndrome from working in the rice paddies!!”) but he implied to me, I should talk about any health issue with the nurses there at the time, as they can help greatly in that area, like, they, he as a Dr, knows that health issues go unaddressed at your local GP. A known thing. LOL. } Anyway, I thought ibuprofen is one of the most common drugs used, and since all pharmaceuticals are taken from nature, like they come up with a synthetic version to patent, I ought look up where ibuprofen is from, and eventually, it took me awhile to discover it, I found this: “A traditional Samoan medicine derived from Psychotria insularum, has anti-inflammatory properties, comparable to ibuprofen.” So, there's no other information like how to extract and use safely, like there are with many herbs/plants. So, I assume so far it is still a secret. There was another one; Corydalis yanhusuo, an ancient Chinese medicine where the roots and tubers are used to treat chronic pain, including headaches, menstrual cramps, backaches, and abdominal spasms. It acts as a potent analgesic and sedative by inhibiting pain signals in the brainstem. -So, there is a lot of info on this one, and you should probably give this a try if you have bad period pain. Note it is still not marketed as pain relief because of the way the system protects the pharmaceutical companies. Although probably where it's sold in China it is sold as pain relief and so you can probably get it on ebay as pain relief? 12. It's Taken them 30yrs, but they Caught on in the End Its taken them 30yrs to offer Turkish bread to Australians, 30yrs after the food fad hit Sydney. Good on ya Coles and Woolies! Now, where are my sesame rolls? 13. Old Age Health Essentials I’ve been prompted to write this and put it online, because I remember when I was younger, I would get the newspaper delivered every weekend (Sydney Morning Herald), and there was a section about natural health. I remember writing everything it said down, and keeping it in my health folder; and later looking it up and realising that everything that they had written in that newspaper was pretty much a load of rubbish, and obviously written by some little bimbo who had gotten the job via her friendly nature and good looks. {Actually, I notice this happens quite a lot in life, I remember seeing a documentary once where a group of so-called university people were paid to go down to Antarctic for a scientific research, which involved the study of seals, and those young girls, about 6 of them, were catching these animals and tagging them, in a most revolting cruel manner. One of the cruellest animal activity I had seen at that point caught on camera {until I later saw the Japanese killing of the dolphins, and then the Shark de-finning, I will put that here; Fishermen catch sharks and while they’re still alive in the water, they use a knife and chop off their dorsal fin (that’s the main one that sticks up out of the water, as in Jaws), and then they let the shark go, so it’s in agony, and it writhing around in pain as it tries to swims off, then it’s a slow process of death for it, as sharks can’t survive without their Dorsal fin. It’s truly the most disgusting animal cruelty I’d ever seen, people, Australian fishermen doing that in 2016. So unevolved, those fishermen should be shot. And, by the way, they are in for some extreme bad karma.} So, it was along the same lines of animal disrespect, the disrespect for those animals by those girls in Antarctica, showed they obviously didn’t give a shit about what they were doing, they were there for a free holiday in Antarctica. Wrong people chosen. Misapropiations! Anyway, so the below information, is basically, you know, 48 years, of experience. There are a few tricks I have up my sleeve, that I use to combat some of the painful elements of old age. I guess the biggest complaint for me atm, are stiff joints, often induced by cold weather, but I have been diagnosed with olecranon bursa in my elbow and arthritis in my knees, so I am guessing other joint problems may be related to arthritis. (Although I believe my knee arthritis to be brought on by kneeling on hardwood kneelers, in church, twice a week at a nazi private boarding school.) I did have some sore stiff hand problems (from extreme overuse of a chainsaw in cold weather in my 30’s), but this was quickly overcome with the addition of a couple of drops of ginger essential oil to my hand moisturiser lotion, which I now keep in a ceramic pump container, by the bed. I was using it nightly, but since I have slowed down my activities, I probably only apply it weekly. Now I don’t have any problems from my hands (excellent! especially since, hey, I still need my hands!) Emily’s Arthritic Hand Moisturizer – fill a bathroom ceramic hand pump bottle with; Unscented moisturizer base, I like to use ½ Redwin sorbolene, ½ vitamin e cream. As Ginger oil kind of has a pungent fragrance, I also add; 5 drops each of pure essential oil (not fragrance oil, be careful of cheap Chinese imitators); Geranium, Cedar leaf, and 10 drops Ginger essential oil. (You can slightly melt the moisturizer for 20-30 seconds in the microwave so it can be easily poured into bottle with a funnel, but wait till it cools before adding oils) shake well, lasts for ages if airtight. The next one, I use usually when it rains, then I get sore aching joints. But it also happens if I do too much of any 1 activity, I get sore arms in particular. (Spent arms) This works so well I can’t believe it. I wouldn’t be able to do anything, if there was no such thing as pepper essential oil. Not only does it help the problem at the time, but I found it helps to stop any more aches and pains for a few weeks at least. Emily’s Stiff joint / Cold induced / Arthritic moans, Rapid Healing oil 100ml carrier oil (almond or olive, or mineral, or castor, Wheatgerm, Sunflower, Jojoba, Apricot, Safflower, Grapeseed……) 25 drops pure Pepper essential oil. Keep in dark glass or ceramic bottle One time when my knees were quite sore, more so than usual, from too much activity, I made up a blend of - 5 drops Ginger pure essential oil, 5 drops Coriander pure essential oil, 5 drops Cinnamon pure essential oil, in 100ml Castor oil {could use any of the above carrier oils listed} I definitely felt this helped, although it’s help is limited because I think there is unchangeable damage that has occurred in my knees. So, this does stop the pain, but it doesn’t help me do activities, which require the full use of my knee, so still no bike riding or stairs. I found a trick for the 3 steps at my front door, and that is to walk down them sideways, for some reason this reduces the strain at the time, and when sitting in my office chair, I found if I press on top of my knee, in that area just before the kneecap, and squeeze down hard as I push up from the chair, this definitely helps with that pain. Also, I think the pepper mix above would have the same results, but I think it’s good to not use too much of 1 thing. You have to remember these oils are “warming” and while your joints might want to be warmed, maybe other body parts don’t want to be – you have to pay full attention to your body. 14. Home Medicine Cupboard essentials Scar healing cream; it came about as I was trying to heal a scar that had formed from a giant planter wart that had been removed with salicylic acid, and then homoeopathy medicine. Unfortunately, the salicylic acid probably is not a good option to treat a planter wart, as not only did it not work, but it left a big scar and indentation on top of another planter wart! But when the homeopathic medicine had treated the planter wart and was gone, it was probably 12mnths later, when I decided I should try to heal the indentation and scar, so I made up this cream, after using it for two months or so, it was completely healed (unfortunatly it did not heal my plantar fasciitis) 1. Emily’s Rapid Healing Moisturizing Skin Cream Recipe Heel Care Cream (90g) from Dermal Therapy (Heel magic) could use Redwin vit E, plus lanolin Sage essential oil x 30 drops Borage essential oil x 30 drops – mix in glass jar with air tight lid 2. Bites and Scratches, I use a mix of Lavender, Bergamot, Borage, and Sage, in castor oil. Always pure essential oil. 3. Inflamed Wounds, I use - Niaouli (Melaleuca) in Almond oil 4. Pinched Nerve on back spine – Angelica in Almond Oil, applied with heat rub (just magic) 5. Bangs, Knocks, Thumps or Hits, apply Arnica in Almond oil, immediately – no bruise at all if you do straight away. 6. Toothaches; apply Clove essential oil direct. Clove is extremely potent, use caution. 7. Tick bites: these require 2 steps. First; if you see a tick, STOP, don’t do anything, because if you just grab it and pull it off -you’ll leave the head in the body. So, what you do, is go and get some tea tree oil. Tea tree oil is really potent, if you just dab a little bit on the tick, with a cotton tip, the tick gets a bit shocked, and stunned, then at that moment – it usually lifts its head as if to say “what the fuck”, you just grab it and pull it out, use tweezers. 2nd: the skin still may get infected, a little bit of tick may remain inside, or maybe its last meal was still stuck around its mouth and infects you, (on a cat it should be fine) but on a human, treat the area with clove oil. Dilute oil with a carrier oil, make up a mix, then rub it in with your finger, do it every 4hrs for 48hs. It still may get infected (it will get painful if its infected), and you still may need to see a Dr for antibiotics. I was told if a head was stuck in, it would work its own way out. There are several others you could use too, like; Oregano, Thyme, Myrrh, Garlic, Cinnamon, Cumin, Lemon Mrytle – all proven to work against ticks, but I would think there are others too, untested, like Cypress, Tagetes, Borage, Eucalyptus, Tea tree, Calendula. The magic of essential oils. I don’t know what I would do without my essential oils…. indeed, I do find them essential J (Evil Knievel; if you steal any of my oils you will be going to hell, but getting cancer first) - I don't know whether it's because I wrote that, and some lunatic who thinks he actually is Evil Knievel, has taken personal offence to my claims? But I've had at least half my essential oils stolen in one form or the other, if they haven't removed the whole bottle, they have removed the contents of half a bottle and put it back in my cupboard (thinking that I won't notice?) possibly thinking that they are entitled to half my essential oils?? Outrageous! I've noticed since I have moved the location of my oils, into a more hidden spot in the house, the theft has stopped. I suspect when they break and enter and steal from me, they're in a hurry, so I've had to create some “dog hoops” around my essential oils in order to prevent dogs from stealing my oils - bimbo dogs. Also, I've noticed there are pop-up essential oil companies online now with fake essential oils or incorrectly labelled essential oils, and there are predators trying to sell them on Facebook. I am not ruling out the major essential oil suppliers (because apparently there's only two of them) partaking in this evil racket with an umbrella name. New Directions. I’m going to include a couple of recipes below, because I know how important good nutrition is, particularly in children: sets them up for their whole life in good health, if you feed them right. Healthy food also can cure sickness. It’s really not that hard to stay healthy, save yourself a trip into the hospital and expensive hospital bills, by simply including kale every week into your diet {that is if you can get it, I’ve noticed the supermarkets are constantly sold out of kale, but it is easy to grow over winter, give it a try.} Y ummy cancer fighting juice 1 fresh kale leaf, de stemmed (or frozen prechopped is still good) ¼ - ½ cup frozen blueberries or mulberries ¼ tsp flax seed ¼ tsp dried ground seaweed ¼ tsp honey, honey has extreme healing properties 1 new red gala apple, best chilled, then quartered 3 cold navel oranges, peeled and halved Optional 1 small carrot – I found this juice so sweet, that it can easily handle a carrot and is still sweet as. Carrots for the eyes. Optional 1 ice cube – this is especially for me and my burnt throat. Place the berries, flax seed, seaweed, kale and honey (ice cube) in small Nutribullet cup, (one of my small cups was stolen after I wrote this, see the dogs – constantly watching my every move) - and whiz up. Remove the blade and place that Nutribullet cup under the juicer, and juice apple, carrot and peeled oranges. Put the Nutribullet blade back on, and give it another whiz up. Yum. Eat with a Choc double dipped Carman Breakfast nut bar! Can’t go wrong! Emily’s Cure All health soup, 1 portion 250ml Home-made stock (beef bones+ onion, celery, carrot (greens like Kale, cabbage) purslane, Gotu kola. Fat removed. ½ cup minced kale, either fresh or frozen (use food processor for best results, destemmed) 2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced. Rock salt, rosemary pepper (dried rosemary with pepper corns, ground). Pinch toasted coriander seed 35 soba noodles (broken) 1 tbs fresh or dried minced onion 1 tbs finely shaved chicken breast 1 tsp fresh or frozen in olive oil minced parsley Reduced stock to half, then add everything except chicken and parsley. After 4 minutes boiling, add chicken and parsley – should cook instantly. Serve. Here is also a good spot to mention: when the Internet started up in Australia many years ago, probably about 2006, I did a search for heartburn. There wasn't much information online back then, but I came across 1 American page, some person had written about it, and they were claiming they know how to cure heartburn. They said for mild heartburn you should eat an apple. So, I gave this a shot, and indeed, it completely cured my heartburn! I didn't have it that badly anyway, but if I just ate half an apple every 2nd day, I would not have heartburn - it was amazing how “an apple a day” really works. I don't recommend a full apple, a full apple every day is too much for a petite. I checked that website again because I was so impressed. And saw this person went on to say that they actually know how to do a full cure of bad heartburn, but for that information you have to pay $5. I'm not going to $5 I thought, especially since I did not have bad heartburn, I didn't even have a credit card back then, and I don't think PayPal existed at that point either. In retrospect I think it probably would've been valuable information and probably worth the $5! I mean it was only $5 after all, and I had already had such good results. I can't remember who wrote it either. I guess it was just some knowledgeable computer nerd....😃 And I guess I could do my story as to how I got into essential oils here: back in 2000, I had just left Sydney and my career in the fashion industry. I thought there's no way I will be returning to that industry, maybe I should consider a different industry. I thought about ‘natural healing’, maybe I could be a naturopath? I actually started a course on it, can't remember the details now but I had a lot of information that I had printed out and was starting to study - and I realised once I started, that there was no way I could be a naturopath: you have to be a full-on doctor to be a naturopath, a naturopath is a doctor. There's no way I could be a doctor; I don't have the memory ability to memorise all of that, loads and loads of information. But in one section of the syllabus, was an area of Essential oils, and so I thought well that's perfect, I'll just stick to one area. There was some really good information, and I still refer to it today. In fact, I remember at the time thinking, ‘I'll just experiment a little and see if they work’, because essential oils were unheard of back then, like they weren't popular like they are now. So, I bought some lavender essential oil from the chemist, they had some, on special. And it just so happens, I had been doing some yard work involving whipper snipping the grass, since I didn't have a lawnmower (!), and both my hands were covered in blisters, heaps of them, it was terrible. so, I put lavender just on one hand and no lavender on the other hand to see if the claims about healing were true. I had to use a glove to apply it. After two weeks, the hand that had lavender was fully healed, and the hand that did not have lavender was still blistery. Proof enough for me!! They actually work, and I continued in my research, learning and acquisition of essential oils. I'm so glad I did that! Essential oils back there were about $12, for 25mm, some bottles now reach $60-$70 even more, although you can get lucky and still find some for $18-$25. But this extra price explains why I have stupid bimbos who steal from me; all the little girls want to play with essential oils now. And of course, if I was still living at Gunnedah I would have my own range of the local white Cypress Pine essential oil, so fragrantly gorgeous! - which you still can't get! even though there are claims of people selling it - but it's not the real thing. 15. The Socially Retarded Humans I have had to Talk to, Plus another Renters Bane - Asbestos in Bathroom This hasn’t happened so much recently, but I recall some years ago, it happened a lot, and I used to get so mad about it; often when I was talking to people, interacting with them, suddenly midway through a conversation, their phone would ring, and then the person would simply stop the conversation, often without even excusing themselves, and just start talking on the phone to someone else - so fucking rude. And I can’t believe how many people think this is perfectly fine and acceptable IT IS NOT. It is akin to someone burping and farting in the middle of a conversation, or someone pinching you as you talked, or if they started to take things from you as you were talking, like your glasses or your sandwich if you had one. It is TOTALLY SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE to answer your phone when you are in the middle of a conversation with someone. It is easy enough to switch your phone off or at the very least send the call to messages. Oh, and the photo above shows a typical house built in the 80’s, where asbestos has been used in a bathroom. 16. Will’d Death I would say in this country, the number of accidental murders, evil plotted murders, inadvertent murders and revenge murders that happen, and go unaccounted for; written off as “natural causes”, would be huge. With so many bogans in charge, and the amount of hatred within the community, and the willingness to not think about these awful things and the preferred ‘Barbie Bimbo Smile’ attitude. Means that the ‘badies’ get away with it. I also believe thinking something ‘on mass’ is a form of prayer, and it works in a similar way. And also, if you piss someone off, and then that person is constantly thinking about you, and cursing you, wishing you dead, - it’s kind of same thing as a prayer. So, it’s in your best interest not to piss people off. (namely me!). Not to mention the train of thought, of the believe it is the mother that ‘will’ their kids to be sick so they can look after them. (Unhealthy mothers, and sometimes nurses). 17. School Bully Story I remember a bullying incident 30yrs ago in yr 7, involving my friend, another girl, and the young powertrippy house mistress. I clearly remember it, but have never written about, but recently I became aware that the whole thing was actually about me, and my friend might not fully know who was victimizing her. Also, if her life is anything like my life; other people (idiots who get paid by the government) do reflections. So, she will need to know what happened in order to deal with present people who do reflections about the situation (this might only happen to me? So, the initial cause of the problem started when I and a couple of my friends, were walking across to the stables (boarding school with optional horse-riding) on our way we walked past a ‘pre-established’ group of friends, (beginning of year 7), and one of them (Melissa O’Gorman, the queen bee of the group) made some snide comment about my boots. {Some people find me irresistible…} (I did not have proper riding boots – I have never been big on conforming, instead when I was 10, I found some long knee high leather zipper boots at an op shop, and just loved them and wore them any chance I got (op shops – favourite place for ‘dress ups’!) of course, I just said something back to her in a loud and UNintimidated voice, and I thought that was the end of it (that is how you handle bullies btw) so, it would have been the end of it, except, unbeknownst to me, apparently my friend wanted to come to my rescue, apparently, she thought she should do something in retaliation, (silly minion brain), and apparently, she wrote a bitchy letter to this girl Melissa, and left it in her locker, she had signed it anonymous. The house mistress, Cathy Goldman, read it out loud in a house meeting, to try and find the culprit. Stupid woman. Plus, she told everyone, she already knew who it was, but wanted them to come forward. I can’t remember what the letter said exactly, it was brief, and I think there was name calling. (Cathy Goldman was a despicable and truly stupid woman who should be placed in a zoo. The way she handled this situation was disgusting – and she formed an obsession with me and harassed me ever since, not just the 6 years at school, but for years after school too). I had nothing to do with the letter. I did not know about the letter until that house meeting. Anyway, because my friend wrote that letter, 2 of Melissa’s friends found out who wrote it (somehow?) NOW, I CAN ONLY ASSUME it was my friend who wrote it, we actually never discussed it, but there was another girl who heard Melissa’s comment, Belinda (for all I know it could have been her, or her friend Anna, in our dorm??). But, Melissa’s friends found out it was my friend (maybe they assumed too?) and so they bully verbally attacked her when she was in the shower, behind a locked door - so my friend couldn’t see who it was attacking her, (if you want to know who it was, it was Jane McEnroe and Amy Powell, Melissa’s minions (don’t worry about it now, just knowing who it was will be enough – no more letters!) after they finished verbally assaulting her and stole her towel, they came into our dorm down the hall, and tried to play sides, as little girls do, (and still do as adults, stupid women - fuck off and get a life) Of course none of us would have a bar of them and they were politely shoved out the door. I went into the bathroom to see if I could find out if my friend was okay, and she didn’t talk to me, so I think she must’ve been very upset, and she didn’t know who I was, and she later emerged and was fairly upset and unsure of who her friends were. A little later her mother came and got her and removed her from the school permanently. So, this is quite an unfortunate situation that happened to her, but it was NOT unfortunate that she was taken out of that school. Boarding school is no place for a young lady. (Little birdy told me she is now a chef?). Btw, that house mistress followed me from house to house. And in year 9, she put me in a dorm with Amy Powell, deliberatley. In yr 10 she used to pretend she was a paedophile. A game, a fear mongering game. And since I left school, she has stalked me all across the country, I have seen her in every new place I visit, and she is accompanied by young girls who steal from me. She kidnapped my cat in Melbourne. I’ve reported her to the police; she’s a fucking stalking idiot dog. Also, I don’t know if this is related or not, but if you read my Photo story “STOLEN - my single tall dish drawer from Fisher and Paykel, was stolen by Tamworth repairer Northapp”, I talk about how my dish drawer was stolen in a very sneaky and devious way. I was dealing with someone by the name of Amy from Fisher and Paykel. So, after looking back and realising the whole incident about the Pat Pirelli horsemanship workshop, if you read my photo story “Australian Building Practises, its Renters who get stuck with HOME KILLERS” on p1, - this is exactly right up those bitchy girls alley. Could someone who knows either of those girls, please go and check their kitchens for my dish drawer? And check my x landlord Cate Rogers aka as Wainberg’s kitchen too. There was another bully incident in year 7, I was physically assaulted multiple times by a tall class mate, I won't name and shame her because I had considerable problems from her for the remainder of those six years there, that girl tried to make it up to me. I was constantly having to politely tell her to GO AWAY. Stupid. By the way, it's this situation, which is apparently is why in the Catholic religion, they have something called a "confession", where you go to the priest and confess your sins - it's so people who sin, don't get driven crazy by guilt, and turn into alcoholics! I think the Jews do it as well?? Several times on my blog now, I have written stories about female bullies who have done the wrong thing, and then hang around because they want me to make it right for them, so that they don't have to think about it anymore, you know obviously from guilt, or just from a sense of connection with me? I'm not exactly familiar with how bullies think because I am not a bully. On my blog, I think these people are “stupid dogs” and I say that, I'm not going to pat them on the head – to make it alright for them (That would be like giving them permission to do it again. You are who you are). So, I went to find one such story, so I could add something to it, and there was none, I couldn't find any stories on my blog about where I say I say ” I'm not going to pat you on the head”. I know I've written about it multiple times. I know there are women out there who are extremely offensive by me calling women dogs, but well, tough. Right back at you. Actually, after thinking about it, I have to say at this point I don't think I've ever been called a dog, with all the harassment I receive, there is never any mention about dogs. I mean once there was some guy in a tyre shop at Gunnedah, who threw a ball vaguely in my direction, like he was expecting me to ‘run and get it’ - which I thought a little funny albeit offensive, I just ignored him, and this ball went bouncing across the shop, and he went like “oh”, he was really shocked I did not run across the room and get it. Some men are just stupid. But, I guess I’ll tell you my dog story involving “pats”. I mean most dog owners are probably familiar with this. But after age 11, I seldom have been arouns the canine species, I don’t want any dogs, I find them to be a bit of a nuisance, cleaning, walking, expensive, time consuming…. One day at the Bulga farm, this man came around who had a dog, I don’t really know who he was. He said he was a friend of my landlords, and my landlord, Robert Cole must’ve mentioned him to, actually he was a ‘couple’, and his wife came out another time. I was amicable, and friendly, like I always am, I had invited this guy to sit down with me outside and we had a cup of tea with my fresh Echinacea flowers. His dog wandered off over to my enclosed chook yard, and so I yelled across sternly at him for for him to leave the chooks alone, and the dog came back and sat down, - very obedient. We were continuing our conversation, I didn’t pay much attention to the dog after he left the chooks alone, but then suddenly the dog started barking at me in my face, and I realised, that after I had been so stern with him or her, and the dog had obeyed me, he/she had been waiting for me to pat him to reward his obedience. Which I then did, and of course immediately he was satisfied and lay down and was quiet. This is exactly what I’m talking about with those naughty women who bully. So stop being such a dog and don’t expect me to pat you on the head. Btw, I blame mothers and ‘gold star’ primary school teachers for this dog behaviour in women. 18. Unhealthy Attitudes by Oppressors I’m really sick of seeing this attitude; I received an email today with this quote; “The secret of life is not looking back” Norman Rockwell, artist. This quote is said by bullies who bully people and then want the victim to ignore what they’ve done so the bullies are not held accountable and reminded of their questionable bully actions. This certainly is not the secret of life at all. The secret to life is happiness, and happiness is doing something about the things that piss you off so you can be happy, and if you don’t, those bullies will just keep happening, until you address the problem, the secret is NOT ignoring at all, this is extremely unhealthy attitude, and no change or evolvement will come about from ignoring bullies and sweeping things under the carpet. The ugly truth so to speak. And I can assure you, not ignoring it, and talking about it, and writing about it online, KICKING UP A BIG STINK, in the public arena, is the only thing that puts a stop to most types of bully in this country. Having said that, of course, there is the type of bully who wants one thing and one thing only and that’s your attention so if you ignore them, they soon give up and wander off. 19. The Danger of Carpet I need to do a whole special photo story about the real enemy out there; and that is carpets, and carpet manufacturers. I tried to write about this before I was ban on Facebook, well I touched on it, well actually I kind of said, you’d have to have a screw loose to put carpet in a rental! - I guess there’s a lot of non-thinking greedy property investors who inadvertently have carpet in their rentals, who don’t wish to be told that they have a screw loose, when in actual fact they do - Non thinking is a form of craziness! And because I did that particular story, I believe it partly contributed to also banning me from Facebook! A lot of people don’t know exactly how bad carpets are. Carpets are made from synthetic fibres (most of them) which give off a toxic volatile compounds, in affect, carpets poison you. This is not a made-up thing; I’m NOT trying to scare you with information. This is a real fact, they know about it, it happens. The reason why they still make these carpets, is because they are considerably cheaper, and most people can’t afford to buy all natural carpets. So, they try and shut down people who are opposed to them, like me. (I mean if there was total awareness of this issue, it would most likely mean the total closure of a huge industry, a million-dollar industry.) BTW, you do have to look at the whole carpet, not just the pile, because the underlay and the Warp, is often synthetic. So, you really have to look and research very hard before you buy, if you do not want to purchase toxic volatile compounds. I would say don’t bother putting carpets in at all; there’s far better options which are far more hygienic and considerably easier to clean (in case liquid items are spilt; which invariably happens) do yourself a favour say NO to carpets. By the way if you’ve never seen a toxic volatile compound, there is a way you can see them, so you can have proof for yourself. As in fact, I have seen toxic volatile compounds; I had a room in Gunnedah with a big huge window, it was very small room and thus hot, Gunnedah is a hot little town in summer, and the sun was pouring in through this window one day, middle of summer, very hot, the sun was hitting my shelf which had a row of tool boxes lined up, so there was a router case, a drill case, jigsaw cutter case, plus a few others. As the sun was hitting these cases, I could clearly see an almost transparent chemical clouds emitting from those cases, and then dissolving in the air. I felt I should leave the room. – I later through the cases out. Whether it is just the sun/ heat that sets off those fumes? Story related to Carpet too: Carpet Cleaning Chemicals in OTHER People’s Homes - Rentals I recently enquired to a Real estate about a rental ; if there was any possibility that the owner would replace the carpet. I could see from the photo that the carpet was well lived in, over quite some time - just the thought of that, (even if it was only lived in by one person), I personally find kind of disgusting. (One rental I lived in, I refused to take off my shoes at any moment when I was inside the house, because the carpet was so disgusting - that was at "Rowan Leigh"). I did not mention to her, the fact that, well, I personally think anyone who puts carpet in a rental, must be completely stupid. It's just so much more difficult to look after, even if you're the owner of the home it's a nuisance, but being a renter, particularly if it's not an expensive carpet and you don't have any motivation like ownership, well I know some people would be totally uncaring as a renter with carpet. Plus, most people have pets, so I mean carpet in any house, I think it's just an absurd notion. Absurd even and only, in the bedroom too. I mean what cat owner doesn't have a cat who waltzes in and sleeps on the bed; you never know what can go wrong when you've got a cat. I can't believe people still are so determined to use carpet. I suspect the carpet industry has some very sneaky marketing people in it. Oh, plus, here in Queensland, where it's so humid and hot, you'd have to be absolutely nuts to put carpet in a house up here. Mould! Anyway, the real estate woman did get back to me, and said No, it would not be removed, but however, the carpet would be "carpet cleaned professionally", before the new tenant arrived. I did not reply back, I thought I couldn't possibly put my response to her, because she would consider it too rude - she would not be able to handle it, and take it personally - even though it's probably an area that she hasn't given enough thought to, herself and possibly she should take it personally..... but as I may need somewhere to live in the future, I thought it best not to give her my response. Instead, I shall write it down here! I am going to write my response in this little photo story because I MEAN THATS PRACTICALLY EVEN WORSE! -why don't you just fill up my house, full of toxic chemicals, just before I move in. (Reminds me of the time when my aunt went away on holidays, and I was to stay at her place for a week, but I was going to arrive a couple of days before she returned, and so she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to set off a bug killer bom. I'm not sure if they still make them - I'm pretty sure they shouldn't be allowed to use them, it's like an aerosol bomb fills the room with toxic chemicals, and kills anything inside the room! So, as I was going to arrive a couple of days before her, she wouldn't have to open the house to all those residual chemicals , - I would have to air the house out; she gave me directions on how to air the house out properly, by opening all the windows etc!! The nerve of cocky uncaring and selfish women! And you can see how most people actually do know about the dangers of toxic chemicals, but they just think that it doesn't concern them - same situation with these real estates and carpet cleaning; "Well we don't have to have toxic chemicals in our house, you have to have it in your house, because you're a mere renter". Take some responsibility you nonthinking real estates. A professional carpet clean is just as stupid as putting in carpet on a rental. I can't believe so many people are so stupid, when this is really a common-sense thing - it could not be any clearer with today's availability of information, and about what we know about healthy living. Just keep those Australian bogan carpet cleaners away from me. 20. Virus's causing other diseases Pay Attention, be aware: There are highly contagious viruses at Nursing Homes, Hospitals and Child Day Care Centres, -Including occupational ‘asthma’ and the very serious Glandular Fever or some such virus (? walking pneumonia?), which I personally believe leads to inflammation of the brain - memory loss – Dementia/Alzheimer’s. I wrote this in Covid times when everyone was kind of thinking medically, but as I update this today, some years later, I want to mention that I really don't like thinking about medical issues: I'm not a medical type person unlike my mother who was a nurse; I have absolutely no interest in medical issues, in fact I tend to faint upon seeing certain medical things, like needles! (stick to “natural”). So, these are my observations. Talking about pneumonia – this virus is a silent killer, once you get it, that’s it, you have it for life, and your body’s immune has a constant fight on its hand – weakening you. I also believe this is why there is so many dementia cases now, - so called health professionals encouraging pneumonia amongst the population (80% apparently carry the virus) in order to build up an immune, BUT different DNA reacts differently to it? I have previously written about this, so I will stop, but, instead, write about a theory I was told about; A virus (the virus) was given to me deliberately, like it has been given to other certain people deliberately, due to one reason, and one reason only, and that is SMOKERS! Virus given to smokers. So, they are saying, pneumonia is given to targeted individuals to in order to build up an immune, in the population, and they may aswell target smokers, because smoking in its self is really offensive, it smells offensive. And we all know how people, women, mostly, do not like bad smells. If you don’t smoke, but are standing around someone who does, it’s bloody disgusting. Smells putrid. So, the powers that be have decided, that they’re going to play God and are going to give them a virus because they are stinky. This suggests, that lung cancer is not even caused from smoking. Because it is stated in medical journals that those who smoke have a higher chance of getting pneumonia (so, higher chance not because smoking causes a weakness, but high because the dogs think you stinky and seek you out to victimize with the virus). But fact, if a healthy person gets really cold from the weather, they will not get pneumonia, they may get a cold, but not a virus. I personally am targeted by certain women who want to humiliate me via odour. I have nothing more to say about that, except they were big on doing it at Miriamvale, and they wanted me to be humiliated around farmers – not really sure why, but that was there game. I know what people are like when it comes to bad smells, I would not tell anyone to quit smoking because it might kill you. I would tell them to quit because it is offensive. And indeed at my new place at Sarina, every one smokes, its like I have stepped back in time by 20yrs, and when anyone in my unit lights up, I have to race to the front door and close it, otherwise the smoke blows in. Disgusting, I can’t stand it, it is as bad as the stinky unleaded fumes that come in when the residents with old unleaded cars leave or enter. People who smoke are medically discriminated against. Btw, when I did smoke, I was not a heavy smoker, but I believe I was ‘chosen’ not only because of the stupid short blond girl who is out to get me, (same stupid blonde short girl who stole all dads roses as she thought he was being greedy – STUPID BIMBO) but, in Sydney after I left work for the day I would have a cigarette on the way home, it was a long drive, all the way out to Pendle Hill on the Parramatta Road. So that’s when I had a cigarette, in full public view – (remember all the dogs that accompany me) but that’s the only one I had, I didn’t smoke during the day at work, and maybe had one after dinner too, but not regularly, so not really a smoker. Later on in my life, I had more, but this was not for a long-extended time. I quit fully in my 30’s. Read my photo story “How to quit smoking; I’ve done it so many times I know how to do it.” On page 4 of My Life Stories in my Blog. I still have stupid dogs on my back about this issue. Rack off. I would like to say, the type of person who would deliberately give a virus to someone is truly evil, not to mention delusional, because they probably think it’s for the greater good. I bet those bloody dogs that do that, are Anal Pearl Wearing Nazi types! I have to say, my mother had a pearl necklace - the sweetest little pearl necklace ever, they were unusual gold pearls, and miniature ones, quite special, gorgeous! And she was nowhere near a Nazi type who wanted to play God. Although she did send us kids down to Sydney whenever my cousin got, the Measles, Mumps or Chicken Pox, so we would all get them as kids, and thus be immune – YOU HAVE TO BE A KID FOR THIS TO WORK. A child’s immune is much stronger than an adults. (My little sister got pneumonia when she was young, and she was a sickly child ever since. I don’t know if she outgrew those symptoms.) Watching a history channel on youtube, and what they did medically in the past was way worse!! I personally believe humans ‘muck’ their bodies up with bad health, and it changes their DNA and this in my opinion is what causes certain types of retardation at childbirth (some people think retardation is purely inbreeding). People can muck up their bodies in numerous ways, a big one is pollutants in the environment and chemicals that are absorbed. Also medications that are taken, so not just abusing your body with drugs or alcohol, but prescribed medications. There's a numerous ways peoples DNA can be changed: they did studies in the war and people who were afflicted with injuries were found to have changed DNA. So look after your body, do things naturally, avoid medications, pollutants, chemicals in the environment. Avoid injury. God doesn't make mistakes, we do. 21. Australia Warns its Tourists, about the Thieving Nature of the Locals Here shows a photo of a touristy spot in QLD. Look what I just stumbled upon, on Google Maps: a public sign stating “secure all valuables”. This is how bad the stealing is in Australia. They literally have to make signs alerting poor unsuspecting tourist’s to be aware of the hick bogan problems of Australian Petty thieves. Perhaps I should have had such a warning given to me before I moved to Sydney. But ofcourse, the government was the biggest thief ever when I was 18. 22. The Beach I have a major love of the ocean. I guess it developed at school holidays when we could stay with our grandmother who lived 550km away, by the ocean; instead of the Gunnedah pool, which I ‘lived’ in, at Gunnedah (our whole family had season tickets!), I now had an ocean! I remember fondly our family walking up and down the beach, and my 7yr old cousin and I running excitedly through the waves, shouting “Beer and Gold, Beer and Gold!” as the frothy bubbles of each wave receded, and the sand shimmered through! 40yrs later, I live only 65km away from the beach. I can’t afford to drive over their willy nilly, but sacrificing certain things, so I can drive over there, to go for a quick swim - is well worth it, such joy and happiness, still, I should never tire of it. One of those rare things that makes life. I do think it a little odd how many locals who live by the beach, who I’ve talked to, don’t actually go to the beach (I mean what’s the point of living so close when you don’t go for a swim??). From a functional perspective it seems a bit ludicrous, 65km over/back again, adds up to a lot of fuel money, for only 15 minutes of healthy healing fun (least with my health problems in my foot, knee and leg, I can still go to the beach, I am lucky). I did attempt to do a mobile seamstress business in this area, but somebody removed all my adverts, and sabotaged one of my clients. So, whether I get any more work over there, is dubious. Because I’ve been ban from my local post office, I have to collect mail elsewhere, so by the beach is a good a spot as ever! Plus, I can visit the beach doctor if I need too. So, I feel like I’ve got a valid reason to drive all the way over there!! I’m constantly looking for somewhere to live over there, in a nice secluded spot, and even though compared to the rest of Australia, this particular spot is not too pricy, it’s still seemingly out of my budget. I do find it a little bit peculiar in Australia, still, how the highest house prices are found in city areas, whereas the best locations to live are well away from cities, all along the coast. For instance, as I’m nearing the beach on my trip, 2 blocks short of the actual beach, I drive past a horse paddock, a huge horse paddock! 2 blocks back! - so as you can see housing prices are still affordable there. (I did see that land listed later on Realesate.com for $3million, 76acres, subdivision only) I guess it stems from a lack of fresh water. I remember my grandparents, when they retired, they bought a holiday shack right on the waterfront on the Central Coast. They lived in it until they self-built their big house, which was about a kilometre back from the water on the mountain (escarpment). So, while the house today is much bigger, and I guess relatively nicer, than the little holiday shack - the shack is probably about worth 4 times the price!! Too bad they sold it! “waterfront” wasn’t a big thing back then, it wasn’t really until the mid-90s, I would say that waterfront properties really took off, especially on the Central Coast and in Sydney. (What were they thinking before?) Glad I am not a child today – possibility of owning your home in Sydney, still zero. I have a surf story, back then ‘girls’ did not learn to surf, I can see thankfully times have changed somewhat. But I used to love bobbing up and down in the waves, weaving in and out, avoiding getting ‘dumped’. Boogie boarding!! The beach that we visited was long, calm at one end, and rough at the other (Killcare, a known surfer beach) I loved going down to the rough end to dance around in the waves - it was just the ultimate for me. I do recall probably age 10, of being dumped quite badly with a giant wave. I was literally tossed around as if I was in a washing machine, and the moment where you want to come up for air, you just can’t, because you’re too busy being tossed upside down and sideways, and every which way, water goes up your nose! So, then the panic sets in, and then the adrenaline sets in, and you become more aware of everything that’s going on, trying to find an opportunity where you can get a footing, or at least figure out which way is up/down. Eventually you get taken in, close enough to shore where you can find the sand and push up, grasp for some air. Albeit, left exhausted, and in a little bit of shock- I remember crawling back up to the beach to where mum was sitting “you got dumped”, “yeah” Little birdie told me it was spirit of the Surfy; dumping me just so I got to know what it was like being dumped by a surfer! Lol I want to add, that Beach was perfect because at one and it was very calm and the other end was quite rough, and the long in-between bit was graduation from one extreme to the other and so you could pick where you want to go on the beach according to whatever mood you’re in for the level of surf you wanted! There were these little kind of tracks leading off from the main road (dirt) they were kind of secret actually, it wasn’t even a popular beach back then, not sure about now. So, I often had my whole area to myself – perfect! I have to update this story with what happened to me yesterday at the beach, if you’ve been reading this blog, I am constantly whingeing and moaning about leeches that follow me around, and there at the beach yesterday, was 3 of them. But anyway, while they were hovering around me, when I was in the surf, somebody unwound my window on my car. Can’t be opened without opening the door and putting ignition on, so they would have had their own set of keys – this kind of theft has happened to me dozens of times. I didn’t notice that anything had been taken, I suspect they may have been looking for my wallet, as there was cash in it, as I had just been somewhere, where I received cash for sold goods, (see – dogs watch and follow me everywhere), but my wallet was not in my car, as I was not born yesterday. So, I hope whoever did that gets cancer and dies. But, my original Birth certificate was stolen around that time from my house, or maybe was taken that day, as it was in the car, who knows. And that day, there were heaps of ‘leeches’ following me about in Bundaberg too. Plus 2 weeks later when I was at Bundaberg, same thing happened, came back to my car, and the back window was unwound, not sure what they took, actually I suspect they took some leaves of the Gotu Kola plant, I had just previously made a sign for it, stating a leaf a day will keep the doctor away, I am selling it at Bundy Tender Centre……so they stole some leaves - stupid dog bimbos. Plus there were strange people lurking about at that time. Back to the beach, I’ve noticed swimming in the late evening, recently I have been getting bitten, and it’s actually quite painful, and leaves a red mark, a little bit like a flea bite, but more painful. I looked it up and indeed there is a ‘flee of the ocean’ there’s quite a few different species, they usually come out at dusk to feed on dead animals. This reminded me of an incident when I was quite young, I was swimming down at Killcare Beach, and I was getting bitten, it wasn’t terribly painful, just a little bit annoying, and I was looking around to see what was biting me, and with each wave, the light shone through it, and I could see hundreds of these little tiny fish, and it was these little fish that we are having a little go at me. I wondered what I could do about it, and I had a clear distinct voice enter into my head saying, “what should you like to say to the fish Emily”, it was a little bizarre, and I thought about it, and I thought well, I should tell the fish to go away as I was swimming here! And so after I had that thought, as soon as I had said it to myself, I could see on that next wave all these little fish doing a complete 180° turnabout, and disappear. That was the end of it, I have never been bitten by a fish or a bluebottle since, till now, so I can see I’m going have to try the same tactic next time I’m over there, and see if it works. I like swimming at dusk, there is an extra warm current at this particular spot in the late afternoon – good for aches and pains. Also, I want to say, every time I went there, when I was in the water, there would be a butterfly fly past me, all the way out over the ocean it was. I thought it odd, what was it doing so far away from plants. And every time. I have since moved 700km north from that wonderful beach, and while the climate is fantastic (almost rain every day since I have been here, YAH, but alas, alack, there is no beach with waves. There is a flat shallow one with nice sand nearby, but it is cloudy, I think it is muddy? – could be pollution, as QLD is fairly relaxed about what goes into the local creeks, and, it has Stingers plus crocs…so no swimming L) Btw, the sign at the beach said “there may be stingers here”. Definitely not clearly signed! Are there or are there not? And at what time of year? In fact, I’ve had quite some difficulty finding out if it is safe to swim or not. Google information is very conflicting, and most of the tourism websites show beautiful beaches but they never mention anything about stingers ever. Quite frankly I’m not surprised there aren’t more deaths caused by stingers. And what about crocodiles or Alligators – according to google maps there is a creek 1/2 hr away from me called Alligator creek! 23. Family Photos and Memories This is a family photo (just above far right), of me (left), 2 of my siblings, Daniel holding the guinea pig, and Penny holding her cousin Robyn’s hand, and Robyn’s sister Stephanie on the right, in the 1980’s. I actually can’t remember this situation when the photo was taken. I was young and I put it down to the fact that this photo, that was taken by my aunt Gwenda, and has only been recently given to me. Whereas all the photos we have of our family (extensive amounts of photos we had) I remember all those photos / situations / times quite vividly, I put this down to the fact, that whenever we got the photos back from the developer in the mail, mum and I would get so excited and sit down and go through them all. Plus, I used to look at the photo albums often as a child, it was my favourite Sunday afternoon bored thing to do, we had at least 12 big fat albums. I loved looking at them, and every single photo that I looked at, I can still clearly remember that time in my life. Whereas the photos from Gwenda, that I haven’t seen until well into my adult hood, I did not really remember them so vividly, like I do not remember holding a guinea pig, although I do recall we had guinea pigs, and I recall that time when our cousins came. But the other memories along with the photo of that time – I remember ALL the details. I just thought that was interesting how memory and images work. 24. Mitsubishi Triton 2009 Petrol Consumption on a 75 litre tank Says you should get 850km per tank, but I fill up after 500km, to be safe. (pretty much empty vehicle, no extra weight). I have got to 550km easy, with still 15l left in tank, so apparently that is 45km before red light. So I would say this Triton gets 600km max, and NOT 850km. 25. Tamworth Zombie Art Bullies OMG, I can’t believe the amount of bullying that goes on in the Tamworth Art Gallery sector, even worse than Gunnedah Art Gallery. Whenever I used to drive over there, I have these little friggin dogs who follow me around in a car, often I don’t see people who harass me from cars, but these ones were so prevalent, I tried looking in to see who they were, on one of their ‘turn arounds’, (they turn around and drive back again, down the main street in Tamworth (mainies)) the car was full of people, at least five, and I think maybe two of them were kids and the others all female. I mean just disgusting stupid people that are attracted to me and follow me around town, BUGGER OFF YOU COMPLETE MORONS. So, what they do is hurl abuse from car windows as they drive past me, I remember them very clearly outside the Tamworth regional Art Gallery. I lost them, after I went in, so that’s just what happens outside the Art Gallery. But, every time I went there, that is what would happen. This day, I had been busting to go to the loo, so I stopped by the loos, that were just round the corridor, to the Gallery, when I went in, the girls had seen me coming, and went and hid the toilet paper, all of the toilet paper in all cubicles - a whole bunch of them, about 15 girls, giggling, next door, thought it was really funny -bully bimbos. I did see 1 man amongst all those bimbos, I did not recognize him, but in retrospect, he looked like my landlord Cate’s friend, Win, at Kookaburra Park. (?) In fact I’ve noticed this a few times, like about 10 women surrounding one man walking along the street, or at some kind of gathering - very strange phenomena! It was also written about on one of those television shows, let me think back to which one it was, bout a lawyer… maybe Ali McBeal? they did an episode where this lawyer guy, where ever he went he had a gaggle of 10 tall blondes accompanying him. That’s just like that what I have seen!! I think that was a case of Art imitating life. (Turned out all the girls were standing on boxes to make themselves look tall!!) Then, when I actually went inside that gallery, OMG just stupid dogs, I can’t tell you, it’s too stupid. ZOMBIES, its like talking to a brick wall. Not to mention the nazi staff there who decided to chastise me in the gallery for taking a photo – which by the way you are BY LAW ALLOWED TO DO. Stupid woman. (I told you – Moth to a flame, constantly getting attacked by these fucking stupid little dogs; fuck off you stupid little women.) Someone told me that those women who chastise me like that, complete strangers, do so because of sexual reasons. And so I’m wondering, are they just sexually frustrated? Or are they going to think back on the incident later that night and have a bit of a good time?? Or are they planning on telling their spouse about it, so that together they can have a good time? Who knows? But I can tell you, if there’s any kind of ‘advances’ made in this chastisement, it is certainly not welcome. BE REAL. Btw, I had artwork in there, in the “young artist exhibition”, and it sold. After I left the Gallery, I stopped at one of the photography places; A common bullying tactic by staff (in A LOT of shops) is, when I go in there, they say after five minutes of talking to them about what I want; “we can’t help you, go away and come back in 15 minutes”, so they refused to serve me, Gunnedah council used to do it as well, probably others too that I can’t think of at the moment. (When I was talking to them at first, explaining what I wanted, why I was there, it was like they were zombies, coming across as totally retarded – AND in fact, it is like every shop I purchase from, they put a stupid dog in it to serve me for 5 minutes, then when they can’t, they leave. So ion this day, I did leave, and then went back, and when I go back, someone else replaced them, someone who isn’t a retard. But why did they put a retard in their shop in the first place?) it happened in Tamworth a lot (Decorama) Why are they bombarding me with retail retard zombies? (Not literally retarded, this is an expression for a stupid non-thinking person) (I have problems with actual retards, too, another story, that I will not be repeating). If you’ve been reading all my posts, you can start to see exactly why I have such a low opinion of women, and why I think most of them are completely stupid. I feel in an attempt to make up for what they did, the next time I was at the Tamworth Art Gallery, they sent in Yoko Ono! Can’t be sure, I am not good at recognizing people, but in retrospect, it was her!! Definitely a fan! But you won’t ever catch me setting foot in that place ever again. (At least no one stole the toilet paper at the Gunnedah Gallery!) 26. Sum-up about my Dentist Story I can’t believe how stupid the Bimbos at Gunnedah really are: After writing about the WHOLE experience, read my; “Toothbrush kit stolen with NEGS girl tortured teeth story at dentist” just below - but I would like to quickly add a little sum-up before I begin. The dentist at that Marquis St clinic, was an old gentleman, he had a blonde assistant, she made some comment about how my teeth must be all awful and rotten because I was most likely a drug addict because I was there on a dental voucher (she was a TYPICAL stupid bimbo) but instead of the USUAL RESPONSE from a man, this dentist actually stood up to her and said “no she has a fine set of teeth”, so I’m thinking because her comment wasn’t validated and she may have been a little bit embarrassed, SHE might be responsible for organising the whole tortured teeth situation, with Dr Sadiks (same clinic, different Dentist) - it would be typical stupid bimbo thing to do – apparently ‘women’s magazines’ encourage women to seek revenge if they have been ‘so called’ treated badly. Obviously, a bimbo’s interpretation of ‘treated badly’ is way out of whack: if she’s just annoyed and not sure why, she can’t apply common sense and see the big picture – I mean she’s got it all wrong, blaming me for HER bitchiness. This happens a lot to me with bimbos. Those same stupid supposedly ‘offended’ women, still steal from me, when it is not even my faulty, it’s their fault for their stupid assumptions, yet still they persist in their revenge torment. Those women’s magazines are written by money, don’t buy them you silly twits. I want to add, as it is now sometime later, but as I’m going through my whole blog and editing any spelling mistakes. There have been some reflective bitches, doing this particular story, implying that I must have done something to that blonde bimbo, or the doctor, or the other dental assistant, Tasha Burns little sister Gina, and as a retaliation they tortured my teeth. So, I am saying point blankly a no big fat NO, this is not the case. I’ve never seen or talked to any of those people involved ever before. Except seen Gina Burn at school, many yrs before, she was in a younger year; never spoke to her ever, but I believe she is copying the bully Charlotte Powell who did the kneeling thing. This was a pure bullying sadistic incident, targeting an innocent (me), as a result of attending that bloody school (I tried to sue them, but no lawyer would touch it; you can’t do anything about the DOGS. Here is a good spot to put this story The mental weakness of not being able to think about consequences in each life moment For this example, I'm going to write about my experience with most of the dentists I have visited in Sydney and Gunnedah, instead of the usual typical cliche of the 'blonde bimbo' that I encounter regularly. I've had at least 2 but possibly 4 fillings in my mouth that did not need to be done, there was no cavity there, no Xray, no sensitivity test. I was simply experiencing sensitivity pain from eating extreme hot and cold foods, but did not know about this phenomenon at the time, I just assumed I needed a filling, I was young - 18 or so. In retrospect, I could clearly see this one Dentist at Chatswood, he felt like he could get away with putting a filling in when he didn't need to, it's like he thought, jackpot!; a young girl who doesn't really pay attention and is still yet naive about how the world works.' I'll be able to make some money from this girl, go home and have a steak. (There are many dentists in Sydney who sit around and twiddle their thumbs, they're not busy and jampacked like the dentists elsewhere, where there's a 3-month waiting list. There is an oversupply of dentists in Sydney actually.) Now, what I can see, is simply another human, who does not have the ability to think about the consequences of their behaviour. And you may not think a dentist is stupid - but I can assure you, this kind of behaviour, of not thinking about consequences for bad, selfish, disrespectful, greedy behaviour - IS stupidity. The inability to think about the whole picture in every moment, is a weakness, a mental weakness. As a sidebar, I'd like to point out there are many other people in general, who won't steal from me, because they know (possibly have had drummed into them ), that stealing is wrong. But they too haven't made the connection that being disrespectful, as in verbally rude to my face; discriminatory or offensive, is still a mental weakness. WEAK. Weeeaklings. Update: that tooth that was greedily done all those years ago at Chatswood, has now 30 years later, due to the gung-ho ho young pretty dental hygienist who dislodged it with her gung-ho plague removal machine, has since been replaced 4 times, it has caused ongoing problems, and is STILL causing problems, (seems every time I floss I have pain, which obviously is a lot). And all from something that didn’t need to be done 30 years ago - just because of that stupid greedy dentist. So, make sure you take charge of your teeth, don’t leave it up to a dentist because some of them are revolting crooks. Only go to a dentists if you’re in a lot of pain. Actually in 2024 I discovered Dr Ellie Phillips on YouTube, she is a dentist from the UK, who in my opinion, is revolutionising the way people look after their teeth. Like I have mentioned in my dental stories, if you look after them properly you don't have to go to a dentist, and she pretty much says the same thing, but she has further helpful advice, and really explains what's going on in your mouth and what exactly a cavity is, and many other dental procedures - completely different from a dentist if you ever go to a dentist in fact they hardly talk at all. She includes advice on diet as well, and how that relates to your gut, and bacteria, and the correct PH. As far as I'm concerned if I had kids I would make sure that they watched all her YouTube videos, because she really empowers you to look after your own teeth properly. So, you know, when her kids (grandkids) turn 18, they're not going to be naive if they have to go to a dentist, they're going to know exactly what's going on. (Not that they will need to go!). She does make money from selling her little kit, so you have to always take things like that into consideration, but she seems like a very genuine person. Actually, I have managed to find pretty much everything in her kit in Australia, just under different names and brands, and actually I want to mention, I am an advocate for Sensodyne because it is a ‘cavity protector’ toothpaste, and she pointed out that you should use crest brand which only cost $2, and it turns out that's the same brand as Colgate, and Colgate are now selling ‘cavity protector’ toothpaste. I don't know whether they've always been selling it, or it's a new thing because of YouTube, so Colgate in my opinion has been selling a lot of different toothpastes, maybe to people who don't know that the only toothpaste you should be using is the ‘cavity protector’ toothpaste, and Colgate have been pretty much teasing people passively aggressively, taking out vengeance on the public by selling them the wrong toothpaste (revenge torture) - they are an evil company, so if you can afford Sensodyne, you should (maybe that girl from the supermarket dental isle, stalking me and removing all my products is from Colgate? Would not surprise me!). 27. 2 Tortured Teeth Story at Gunnedah Dentists (remember unfortunatly Wix cannot paste formatting) CCTV Cameras on at the Dentist - hanging from the ceiling, thanks. Okay, so my teeth were perfectly fine, except an old filling from 1992 fell out, so I had to go get it replaced, let me emphasize this, my teeth were all perfectly 100% fine. 100% fine. (I will also add the filling from 1992 probably did not need to be done – Sydney dentists say you need things inorder to make money. There are too many dentist in Sydney. So I was living out of town at Rangari, and I had to travel all the way over to Tamworth for the appointment, and I took my travel toothbrush so I could have clean teeth before I saw the dentist, now I mention this because, like so many big problems in life, actually the root of all my dental problems that I write about here can be traced back to a stupid little blonde from Gunnedah Coles supermarket (same one who stole from me at Harvey Norman, same one at darylee, same one at Currajong clinic, same one at Bundaberg hospital – a total evil stalking dog): so, I couldn’t get any soft bristled toothbrush at the supermarket, this weird blonde girl followed me around the supermarket, EVERYTIME I WENT THERE, and when I got up to the toothbrush isle she went ahead and took all the soft bristled toothbrush, and she did this every single time I went shopping over a several month period, (supermarket dogs; I have to get home delivery now due to all the stupid women…most people would not know about this phenomenon and exactly how much of a problem they are. How stupid some girls are, girls, women: all little stupid girls.) So, I had to purchase a hard bristled one. As a result of this hard bristled toothbrush that I used just before the dentist in Tamworth, my gums were all red and inflamed, and I should have just realized it was the toothbrush he was reacting to, but the dentist, he insisted that I go and make an appointment and have my teeth professionally cleaned, he said one is meant to do it every 12 months anyway. So, I went back to Gunnedah and saw the dental assistant, who is the person who does the cleaning, not a dentist. Actually, there was two dental assistance who were doing it, at the Gunnedah Hospital. 2 of them. Now, my teeth have never been professionally cleaned, ever, as I didn’t believe they needed it - they were perfectly fine, I always brush my teeth, as well as floss. But because I haven’t ever had them cleaned, there was definitely some tartar buildup. But, I believe something very fishy was going on in that appointment with 2 dental assistants, she gave me anaesthetic in the whole mouth, so I could not feel a thing, but what I was aware of was the noise, the huge electric tool that the other girl was doing something with, was so loud I really needed ear muffs, really, ear muffs, like I use when I use the chainsaw. I mean it was deafening, that’s how noisy it was - vibrating through my teeth and into my ears, but because my whole mouth was under anaesthetic I couldn’t feel anything. But when the anaesthetic wore off, oh boy, I could feel it and I could feel it for another four days, 4 days of pain. Horrendous. And I know because of that pain that girl who did my teeth messed up completely, it should not have hurt that much, and she was so brutal that one of my fillings lifted up, - next part of the story, so, when I went to the Gunnedah dentist (Gunnedah Dental Centre, 107 Barber St, Gunnedah NSW 2380), to sort this new problem out, for some curious reason (I’m guessing it’s because they really liked the young pretty girl who did the tartar removal and did not want to ‘play sides’ as in, accuse her of messing up the cleaning, which she obviously did, if I wasn’t sure before, I could tell from the response from those dentists afterwards SHE GUILTY – a young pretty HOPELESS BIMBO), but so this dentist refused to acknowledge the fact that my filling had been dislodged, even though I could actually push it up with my tongue, and underneath, it reacted to hot/cold water badly, BADLY, AS IN EXTREME. So that dentist said no, no there’s nothing wrong with it, no need to replace (idiot). IDIOT. Actually, in retrospect, that dentist was a young Asian guy, and I suspect he wasn't really a dentist, like he was so unprofessional, and seemed to have no idea what he was doing, plus did not speak like a dentist. And at the time I had been dealing with computer nerds, re the satellite companies for Internet connection - I think he was someone who worked for one of these Internet companies, a computer nerd? not really sure, just a feeling, so who the hell put this Idiot in the dentist posing as a dentist? Which fucking bimbo did it? I know this behaviour would be traced back to a stupid woman, as everything bad in life is traced back to a STUPID WOMAN. That clinic needs to be SUED. They also had a bimbo receptionists, who apparently was learning to become a dentist by being mentored by Dr Jonas. (Before I went in that day, the dogs did signs suggesting I poof up my hair – you know, like a cat does to make themselves look bigger when encountering a predator or foe. ) SUED – you stupid little fucking fighting girls who are just PATHETIC bullies. FUCK OFF. This story gets worse. So, I wanted to go to a different dentist. But because Gunnedah is such a small town it doesn’t have a public dental system, and so vouchers are given out to a lot of people who receive Centrelink payments like pensioners, war widows, disabled, unemployed.... so, you can take the voucher to attend to the dentist of your choice (initially, I thought this voucher system was good, I later changed my mind, as I really think that there is an element, especially amongst the wealthy, like a dentist, who believes that free public dental care should not be given (the rich and clueless). So I wanted to go to see the local reputable dentist in town, Dr Michael Jonas, but the silly twit who runs the voucher place in Gunnedah (oy, yet another woman), knew that I wanted to see Dr Michael Jonas, so she, being a stupid dog, like all stupid dogs, they do exactly the opposite, and insisted this other dentists was the only one I could see, she made an appointment with the other dentist - now the other dentist is non-existent, he closed down his practice for retirement, (he used to treat mum), and in its place is a supposed ‘travelling’ dentist, his name was Dr Sadik from Sydney, (yes Sadik, as his name suggests, turns out he was a sadistic prick). He had 2 dental assistants, again another fishy situation with 2 girls. So again, I had the same problem with the response “oh yeah there's no problem with the tooth, it's perfectly fine”. I couldn't believe it, I was lying there pretty much dumbfounded, that these stupid dentist couldn't find such a significant obvious problem! Where they playing a game or is this unbelievable dentist stupid?? But, he said, there was definitely a problem in the other tooth on the other side of my mouth, and he had to fix it immediately. So I'm thinking alright, if there's a problem it should be fixed (I can't believe sometimes how naive I was when I was younger); They caused so much pain it was unbearable, the dentist used a blunt drill and he had anaesthetized a different location from where he was actually drilling, and so I could basically feel all the drilling, so using a blunt drill and anaesthetizing wrong location was done deliberately – NOT A MISTAKE, so the two dental assistant and the dentist working together to cause pain - it’s so obvious to me, plus in retrospect, I recognized one of the dental assistance, she’s not really a dental assistant, she was from Sydney too, and is Tasha Burns little sister from school 20 years ago, why she wanted to inflict pain on me and what she was doing there in Gunnedah is beyond comprehension STUPID rich GIRL fuck off. (I put in a complaint with various people, including NSW Dental Council of NSW, (my scream is way louder than anyone could possibly imagine, part of the reason I was ban from Facebook – because of these stupid women.) Not sure if anything was done about it. I would like to quickly add a little side story about the previous dentist in that clinic, he was an old gentleman, I had been there once. He had a blonde assistant, when I was there she made some comment about how my teeth must be all awful and rotten because I was most likely a drug addict, because I was there on a voucher (she was a typical stupid bimbo), but instead of the usual response from a man, this dentist actually stood up to her and said, no she has a fine set of teeth. So, I’m thinking because her comment wasn’t validated by him, she may have been a little bit embarrassed, and she was most likely a narcissist, (who HATE being embarrassed), so she might be responsible for organizing the whole painful situation later?; it would be typical stupid bitch thing to do - most women need leashes and proper supervision all the time. Hate to tell you the UGLY TRUTH. {I especially wanted to mention that bit about HER nasty comment and HER embarrassed reaction and then HER vindictive behaviour. So, you can see, it really didn't have much to do with me. That girl created her own stupid situation. Now, the number of times I have heard “oh well you must've done something to you evoke that kind of bully reaction” or “well, you should have been more respectful” – OMG, no! this infuriates me, because I was respectful, I did not do anything to provoke stupid dog. It's about them behaving badly, and wanting to do so. Their true nature. Their dysfunction. So, stop putting this bad behaviour on me, it has nothing to do with me}. Same situation repeatedly happens to me, is this my cross to bear? Enduring stupid women??? So, after leaving the dentist in complete pain that day, and then spending the next two weeks in complete pain, which also happened to be Christmas, so I was unable to eat anything because I couldn’t chew on my tooth, AND by then it had turned black, BLACK so I make an YET ANOTHER appointment, at the ‘proper’ clinic in Gunnedah, this time with Dr Michael Jonas. (Someone later told me that a ‘black tooth’ is a common thing that happens amongst cocaine users, they were implying that the girls did it deliberately to try to imply to whoever was listening, that I was indeed on drugs. See that stupid blonde bimbo assistant? I can. Now, weird as that sounds, wanting to accuse someone of being on drugs, I found this to be a common thing in Gunnedah. I'm not sure why girls wanted to tell other people that I'm on drugs? I believe it's just a way to be disrespectful and to try and discredit me? Not sure why they're trying to discredit me, maybe because they know they behave badly around me, and they don't want me to tell anyone – so they try to discredit me?? I make them see their own STUPIDITY?? But honestly, there's been a whole movement, in Gunnedah, of women (little girls), trying to have me incarcerated for being on drugs. It's just weird. NOT ON DRUGS YOU STUPID BIMBOS (NOR DO I DRINK, I am of sound mind all the time, always have been. I won't have anything more to do with any women ever again, they're just too stupid. So, Dr Sadik’s work has to be completely redone. COMPLETELY REDONE. Ofcourse most likely nothing wrong in the first place. And I still insisted there was also the problem with the original filling that had been dislodged by the gung-ho dental nurse (not sure if that was done deliberatley or not – in retrospect it may have been ???) Now, Dr Jonas, I believe, he didn’t believe me when I said that Dr Sadik had deliberately inflicted pain and deliberately messed up the job, I know this because he started to tell me a story about when he was young and he made a technical mistake, and he implied that it was just a mistake and people make mistakes. I find it really weird how he was so naive about the nature of a sadist, and also what they will do to try and amuse colleagues, - the dental assistants, and or the other way around. Dr Jonas is clueless about the nature of most people. And he was wrong to disbelieve me – see the dogs won; she is on drugs Dr Jonas! Oh, ok stupid dogs. Idiot manipulated man. In fact, I find most people are like that, they have no idea about all the real evil that goes on in the local community, and they just refuse to acknowledge it and don’t want to hear about it. Well, you better believe it, and it’s so often every day seemingly normal and usually well paid and popular people who target low-income people. So, because he did not believe, just thought I was some whiny poor person on drugs, this dentist, as he started working, he stabbed me in my nerve with a needle, it was like he was showing me ‘this is what nerve pain is’, because previously, I was telling him I thought that Dr Sadik had drilled into my nerve, and he said, no the pain would’ve been caused from a blunt drill bit. And so, this is what nerve pain feels like, - and soon as he did it, my arm automatically reflexed and shot straight up into the air and practically punched him in his face (serves him right!) - it was really a rotten thing to do in my opinion, and ALL because he didn’t believe my story, about deliberately causing that pain. Arsehole. So, once he fixed that tooth, which was quick and easy, I still insisted that the other tooth be fixed as it was starting to cause a lot of pain, getting worse as food was getting under it, and I could feel it, very sensitive. He grudgingly agreed (!). He went ahead and did so, but he had EXTREME DIFFICULTY for some reason; I think I kind of figured out another reason why maybe they denied there was anything wrong with it, because this filling had been done when I was young, and may have been like a long-term filling, as in a lifetime filling - because they have different types of fillings, ones that last 10 years, and ones that last longer (this is what I can gather, as no one really explains anything to you at the dentist). So, my filling was not meant to be replaced, and they knew that by removing it and redoing it, it would most likely cause problems, which in fact it has, years later – it is ongoing. So, it took Dr Jonas quite some time to “fix” that tooth, he used a special huge wire contraption, (they no longer use those, I was told), and I believe in fact, he was not the right person to do it, because my mouth is very small and petite, and Dr Jonas was an old mature man, with big manhands, which contributed to why he had such difficulty. After he fixed the tooth, which took about an hour, it sometimes later hurt, (7 years later, still hurts, have problems with it, it has since been replaced another 6 times, but it makes no difference, and as there is no decay, I can only assume it’s from the nerve damage by Dr Jonas. It pretty much hurts every night when I lie down. And every time it hurts, I am reminded of this whole bad memory, of those REVOLTING PEOPLE, and stupid bitch women . Sidebar: I think maybe those dentists had help in their antics, like, I assume it's computer nerds, they seem to come to the defence of any stupid blonde bimbo who fucks up, this story is the perfect example showing how they want to come to their rescue, “yes, you are right blonde bimbo, she is on drugs and scum of society with terrible teeth!”. Those bloody computer nerds want to perpetuate this whole lie, in order not to make the blonde bimbo look wrong. I can only assume it is actually someone else who has blonde hair too?? Maybe they feel like blonde people get a hard time in life, constantly being called stupid, and so they overcompensate by doing these truly revolting and evil things, to anyone who doesn't have blonde hair. Well pretty much a case point isn't it. So today, I am compelled to write it down - I’m going to put it up on the Internet for all to read about my woeful tail and the true nature of stupid bullying dogs in Gunnedah – (by dogs, I’m not referring to ugly women or the canine species, I’m referring to women, or more aptly named girls, who harass, like a dog nipping the ankles, and ‘leech’ on to me, and who steal, and in my case, inflict pain, (often they are zombie bimbos too, but not always)). I said before that I did put in a complaint, and wasn't sure if anything was done about it, however I found out soon after that Dr Jonas no longer worked at the Gunnedah clinic, and now worked over in Tamworth. I know he'd been in Gunnedah for many years, so maybe there was some repercussions. I did try to contact Dr Jonas later and tell him in writing what happened, but was advised he's retired. Now, any time I go to the dentist or doctor, any medical related thing, I wear my body cam. Actually, I wear this whenever I go into town anyway, otherwise, I just have too many ‘dogs’ all the time, harassing me and trying to steal. Whenever I wear it, there’s no dogs, they are such unbelievable cowards. With a camera, I don’t have to deal with bullies, the camera fights for me, just by recording what’s actually going on. I find it strange how bullies think I would want to interact with them it’s like they’re waiting for me to tell them off and communicate with them in some way. Of course, I do not wish to interact at all with that kind of person – no dysfuncts in my life thanks very much. Update: after watching excellent YouTube videos on dental stuff, I found out, bicarb soda is what stops teeth bacteria dead in its tracks, so after brushing, I rinse with water that has a bit of bicarb, and voilà no more pain. A water pick helps too. Apparently my flossing was pushing bacteria down into a “dental gum pocket”, and that was causing the pain. (Most likely a pocket situation arising from bad dentistry – its like ‘God gave me perfect teeth, but the dentist totally mucked them..’) Some people only brush with bicarb, and swear by it; no trips to dentist ever. I also make a neem tea, and put that in the water flosser – works brilliant, absolutely no more pain (although I have had 2 flossers stolen now). The student dentist and women at Mackay hospital (and Mackay Police) wanted to continue this story by adding more Tortured Teeth situation on work that did not need to be done, plus not correcting an overbite issue causing numbness and pins and needles in my lips. Lying to me stating “allergic reaction” just absolute cunts. I put it elsewhere. Inturn, powers that be put the petrol up to $2.70 and cut off supply to farmers. You should be kind, otherwise bad things happens. 28. The Art of Brushing your Teeth. Ban anything but SOFT bristled toothbrushes. And, 2 minutes is 1 minute too long. Otherwise you get receding gums in your 40’s. Painful. Some believe there is a conspiracy within Colgate to sell hard bristled toothbrushes in order to inflict pain on Australians in their 40’s. (But we really know, Coles Gunnedah is to blame {read my dentist story} Buy carefully - knowledge is power, Australia is a young country. Don’t go to a dentist unless you’re in serious pain, this applies to children aswell. Dentists mess up your teeth completely, be much better off leaving them as is, in many instances. Infact I’m going to take this further, because I have elsewhere a list of things, I wish I was told when I was 18, but I couldn’t fit the “The Art of Brushing your Teeth” story on it. So, I’m going to put it here; The reason why more than one minute of brushing your teeth is too long, is because if you start off this way, as we did when we were kids - we were instructed in 3rd class by a “dental expert” to brush for 3 minutes after each meal, in fact 3 minutes after every time we eat, she said. I clearly remember it, because my little brother was in the classroom too, and he gave her the correct answer she was looking for, it wasn’t after every meal; “you need to brush after every time you eat” (totally nazi) And this is way too much, because all of that teeth brushing, slowly but surely grinds your teeth away - so a dentist can actually tell you which side of your mouth gets more brushes than the other. And a dentist who is not familiar with your petite mouth, Emily, will mistake a low tooth, for one that has a cavity. This is why it’s particularly important not to grind any of your teeth away. And if you really think about it and concentrate when you’re brushing your teeth, you don’t actually have to do multiple swipes over the teeth in fact usually just one or two is sufficient to remove sugars. And, as a result of over brushing, you will get receding gums in your 40’s, which is extreme sensitivity pain, so no over brushing. Receding gums is also caused by whitening your teeth, so don’t do that either, just cut back on coffee and mango tangos. There is an art to looking after your teeth; for starters, never ever ever go to the dentist unless you’re in serious pain, there’s no need for you to go to the dentist at all, if you brush every day and look after your teeth. You have extremely good teeth. God gave you perfect teeth, but the dentists fucked them – so do not go to the dentist. And you do (did) brush them regularly and looked after them, there is NO reason why you need to go to the dentist. (Btw, Dad never went to a dentists ever either) So, as I recalled when I was 18, I didn’t have to floss, as food would not get stuck in between my teeth, it wasn’t until dentists tinkered around with my teeth, that gaps were formed and suddenly I had to floss - this is because, Emily, you have a lot of teeth crammed in your little mouth, they’re perfectly formed, but they’re just very close together, which dentists are trained not to like. It’s actually a bit of a bonus not having to floss after every meal, but the dentist messed it up. And when the time comes for a nursing home – this is going to cause MAJOR problems, no one is going to floss your teeth! So, if only you could take my advice and don’t go to the dentist! - then you’re probably still wouldn’t need to floss regularly anyway, no food stuck in your mouth for decay to build up - just pay attention to what’s going on in your mouth after you eat. Oh, sometimes, they can hurt, this is NOT from decay, they just might be a little bit sensitive, because you had something too hot or too cold. Do not go to the dentists for any slight pain, otherwise if you tell a dentist, you were experiencing pain in a certain tooth – they will drill it and fil it, when really there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. (They did this 4 times, and caused extreme pain, so listen to my advice). I need to add the dentists in Sydney, are not like the dentists in Gunnedah, where there’s a three-month waiting list to get in, and they’re flat out busy all the time. They don’t need any more customers - but there are dentists in Sydney, who are just sitting around twiddling their thumbs, with no customers, waiting for someone to come in. And so, if a young woman comes in and tells them she’s got a toothache, they are going see what they can do, to charge the most money -even if there’s nothing wrong but mere sensitivity from the bowl of ice-cream you ate the night before. They do it. It’s theft. It’s a normal part of Sydney life which is not mentioned when you’re at school, so you don’t know about these things - you’re not prepared, school does not actually prepare you for life after school, for the real world. Use clove essential oil if there is any pain, wait till the next day, it’ll probably be okay. Clove oil will kill any bacteria, it’s very effective, it will stop decay in its tracks. Be careful with it. Potent. I put some on a small area of floss tape, and use it that way. If I get any toothache, I do that, and voilà! the pain is gone by next day. I also recommend only using Sensodyne toothpaste, that toothpaste adds a protective layer over the teeth, doubly ensuring no decay, use it from the get go as a child. And you need a super slim toothbrush for your petite mouth - I don’t think they even made those kinds of toothbrushes back then, so you have to buy a child’s one, until, I’d say 2020, is when they started making super slim ones!! So that’s 30 years you have to wait till they make a toothbrush specific for your mouth. Also, do not get your teeth ‘professionally’ cleaned by the dental assistant, not necessary. Most dentists are not familiar with petite mouths, and most dentist are male and old men - who have large hands, they have “man hands”. There’s no way someone with “man hands” can work on your petite mouth. Actually, I do believe someone at the Bundaberg clinic worked this out, and when I needed to have a filling replaced, they gave me a young Indian girl, who was very proficient, despite washing my mouth out with soap (no rinse sink at that place), she must have been from Facebook, I was banned from FB for apparently swearing. STUPID DOGS where ever you go. Just avoid dentists, unless in extreme pain. 29. Radio dogs from Triple J using Police Contacts to Harass and Victimize Major problem back in the day – thieving dogs seem to be totally attracted to working in radio stations. I no longer tune in to radio stations, as they knew/know when I’m out travelling around, they have friends in the police, they contact police and police target me, mainly for speeding (but anything they can get away with - it’s about money and having someone to victimize) it has bordered on the side of harassment, mm, no, it has been police harassment. So much so, when I went on a trip to Ballina, I had major stomach cramps and it was due to the fear of being pulled over by the police constant dog-edness. Bugger off police and bugger off stupid dogs on the radio - bimbos. I am not your personal mouse. I think that stupid short blonde girl who steals from me works at a radio station. So, the medaling dogs at the Gunnedah art gallery is aware of what’s goes on (in my past too) and scheme diabolical arty plans, kind of recreating incidents. Arrogant, condescending, pervy women. They are trying to ‘cure’ me – they are such condescending fucking morons. 30. Deal with Negative Issues you Silly Twits OMG! I am so sick of silly twits in the workplace who can’t handle MINOR workplace problems. In the workplace you are going to get problems, and negative issues, ALL THE time - that you have to deal with. You’re going to get stressful people, there’s going to be stressful times. STOP WHINGEING ABOUT MINER NEGATIVE ISSUES AND DEAL WITH IT, stop being so mentally weak, otherwise you might just get a BIG negative issue with REAL NUISANCE problems. • “OMG, someone spoke to you in a raised voice. Oooh no, what will you do? How will you cope? • And, oh, no, not an interruption, goodness, how will you remember where you were up to before! • And, oh, you don’t like my tone…, you poor little girl, why don’t you stop everything, stop doing your job, and just go home. • And, the very worst, someone asks you a question; oh dear, the worst annoyance ever!!” BTW, this concerns all types in the workplace, from courier drivers to lawyers – all guilty of not being able to handle small negative issues. You have no idea about being bullied, I know. Btw, I am pretty sure {as in I know for certain}, I have some stupid blonde girl stalking me for the last 30 years, as I called her up on her error (in a slightly annoyed way}, whilst she was attempting to make a DRs appointment. I mentioned it in my Dr experience, but to follow and stalk, harass a patient for this reason – this girl is beyond a stupid bimbo - she would have extreme mental health problems. Actually I've noticed on this topic, this is just the tip of the iceberg, so many people can't handle so many different things. So many women I have encountered especially housewives who can't handle any kind of crime information, like neighbours who steal; they don't want to know about it. If there's a rapist down the block, they certainly don't want to talk about that! They just can't handle anything negative. (Not being able to handle this btw, is a dysfunction, it's a mental problem). Same with old men; they only want happy barbie bimbo women! They can't handle women who have any kind of complaints or whinges, and when you're a woman, especially an older woman who knows how the world works, you have many complaints, (there's a lot of injustice in the world). This is such a problem for old men, that I would just automatically write off any man over the age of 50, they all seem to have these hang ups, and then don't get me started on their controll issues either. 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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 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,

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

So, this is an example that I have to constantly battle, my whole adult life as a single female. Everybody assumes I’m to blame for any problem, I must be the criminal thief! I must be a drunk! I must be on drugs! And it’s always the other way around. ALLWAYS. It was the same when I was incarcerated against my will by the Bundaberg Mental Health greedy people, when I asked my uncle to phone and vouch for me. I’m pretty sure he assumed that if I was there, well then, I must be crazy. Back then, I Life Stories P6 1. My Pool Sold - My pride My joy This is my pool. Oh well, it was my pool, I should say. I purchased it, I built it. I kept it clean. I chose the ‘green’ liner, which I loved, especially when the sun shone through. Every time I went up there for a swim, {at least twice a day in summer}. I had this big grin on my face, and I systematically would just burst into laughter every so often. My pride and my joy, my pool. As close to the ocean as I would get, so I thought at the time. My favourite exercise in it was Zigzagging down the pool, from side to side; pushing off from the wall hard, flexing all my muscles, then gliding to the next spot! I loved it, and since my arms were ‘spent’ after furious knitting, this exercise was an enjoyable and gratifying alternative. The pool, at 2.2m was perfect for this fun activity. {I made a note of describing my ‘happy feelings’ in this story, about my pool - not to show vulnerability (as some suspect), but to show that you don't actually need other people to make you happy. You need to find things that make you happy, whether that be swimming, or having someone to snuggle up to: but you don't actually need other people, is my point - part of the psychological barrier that some people don't seem to get over in life. This ‘didi’ was stolen, so I suspect it's important to know in life. I've said it before my blog; All you need his water.} However, sadly the property sold and the new owners (neighbours), asked me to leave. They didn’t even have anyone lined up to move in. And I bet it remains vacant still to this day. But, my plan was to take the pool with me if I ever had to leave, and set it up at my next address – I had built it with this in mind, and everything was removable and ‘impermanent’. I had even put a slight decline at one end for easy water removal. However, after the forced 5th relocation since Rangari, with no suitable place for a long 25m pool, and ‘spent’ arms, I realized I would have to sell it. (25mx2.2m and 1.2m deep). So sad. I had major difficulty selling it. I paid in total just over $25000. It eventually sold it (2yrs later) on ebay for $207.50 to woman with 2 teenage boys and a BMW, from Brisbane. They got the highest bid, after it was set at $200. Can you believe that. She later told me she got her car the same way, she only paid $20000 for a $100000 brand new car. I suspect DOG NEWTWORK. But, also, it had actually sold 12mnths before for $5000, but the bidder never turned up to collect it, they paid – but never collected! Weird huh! I think it may have been related to ‘Wainberg’ aka Cate Rogers my landlord, someone worked out who she was before me. ”LEAVE LEAVE!!!” I spent the $5000 on food over the next 12mnths. Meat. But, I really miss it. {least I am now near a beach, even if it has stingers and crocs} Btw, at the time of building, when I arranged the excavation for the flat ground, I had no idea on the general cost of excavation, and there was only one excavator in town, man by the name of Durham, he came out, gave me a quote for $1300. I had to agree. But after he finished the work, he sent me an invoice for $1741.52 (as you can see from the invoice above). So, I wasn’t too impressed about that. What he had done was call his son out mid-way through the day to help him, and he charged me for his son!! Can you believe that. Plus, at the end of the day they had gone up to their truck which was about 100m from the house, so I had gone back to the house, and I was waiting for them to leave. They seem to be sitting in the truck for about five minutes. Just thought it was odd. But the next day I went back up to the excavated area, which I have to say, was done quite well, even though I told him not to do any compacting (books say that you’ve got to just scrape the dirt away, if you have to backfill, it doesn’t work as it compacts later. So, he backfilled half of it {but I didn’t have any problems from the backfill work, he must have really compacted it}. Anyway, when I went back up to the area the following day, my good long metal tape measure, that I had deliberately left by the fence, a huge big 30 meter long one, was gone! I know that one of those people or both of them had come back in that five minutes and have taken my tape measure. I was completely pissed off about it. TOTALLY PISSED OFF. I mean, possibly I should have been more pissed off with the fact that they’ve charge me additional $400 over the quote, but I was so pissed off and had stolen my tape measure, that this was my priority right then: I phoned their number up, it was still early in the morning, 730am, and I spoke to his wife Vicky. She said he was still asleep; can she help, I told him that one of them had stolen my tape measure, and she said no that can’t be right, but I insisted that they did. She said “I’ll just go and check their work box and the truck” She came back on the phone very annoyed and she said yes, you’re right, it is in their stuff. So, I said I’ll just deduct the $30 from the invoice. FUCKING ARSHOLES father and son. Unbelievable. But I can tell you it does not usually go that way after someone steals. They always deny it; just lucky I got his wife. Btw, my neighbours when I moved briefly into lawyer Long Cottage at Gunnedah were another wealthy lawyer family, although, I was to learn that they had moved, and guess who was living in that house now – THE EXCAVATOR!! So, he’s overcharging and stealing, and as a result, he’s like the richest man in town!! An excavator! I’m sure he studied long and hard for that job! Geez, some people really know how to be “democratic” don’t they? When I moved to Gin Gin, I was considering putting the pool up there instead of selling it, I even got a quote for excavation: guess how much: $200 What a Gunnedah scam! 2. Important Back info you should know - Slipped Disc story I want to put this here because I wish I knew it at the time. One day outside gardening/fencing, I slipped my disc in my back, when it happened, I was unable to walk, could barely crawl into bed from outside {It was just like that scene from the 80’s show “The Good Life” when Tom was fixing his diy home generator in the basement, and did his back in!}. I was in A LOT of pain. BUT apparently, as I did try to get inside, I made my back a whole heap worse, and the pain and immobility lasted for months. BUT if I had just lay down on the ground straight away, for at least 15 minutes - lying straight, legs straight, arms by your side, preferably on flat level ground, then your disc will slip back into place, and you’ll be able to get up and walk away no problems, without any more pain, (especially if your young), then you can concentrate on doing some strengthening exercises for your back. (Instead of spending the next few months in a whole heap of pain, and eventually getting a chiro to fix the problem – hooray, I could finally ditch my roller chair). After I realized this, I seemed to be teased greatly for knowing this fact, certain people (I will not be naming names) said it was bullshit. It’s not; my back slipped out again 10yrs later, I tried my technique, and voilà, it worked exactly as I said. Australians, they still suffer greatly from Tall Poppy syndrome, especially the media industry. (Tony Collette does not think nutrition and health starts from within the womb when the baby is developing – they clueless) (Do not overdose on vitamins tablets - can happen.....) Having said that, I know there is some woman, who can pinch nerves in the spine via distraction (without touching it). She is evil (Witches of Salem), and should be shot. She takes pleasure in inflicting pain on my back; rack off you stupid little dog, you are not magic, you are just a dysfunctional sadist, go and find someone who is actually into that kind of thing, and into you, AS I AM NOT (you moron). I am going to put my back story here, it’s on my list of Dr visits, on my Life Stores page too! After I slipped my disc, my whole left leg and foot swelled up, very painful, could hardly walk, I believe it’s called Sciatica? It was never diagnosed; as I went to the emergency hospital at Gunnedah, the doctor there was absolutely useless, he didn’t help at all, I later found out he was two days away from retirement, but after my further 20 more years of experience with Doctors, I am still not sure he would have been of any help, had he been in his prime! He gave me some sort of medication which made me vomit all night long every half hour, stupid dog bimbos at that hospital, male and female (I will never go back to that incompetent hospital). After months of pain and immobility, it was a Chyro who fixed my back, in literally 2 seconds flat. Gunnedah chiro charges $40 a pop, no Medicare rebate, but actually, I think back now, that Chiro who fixed it was in Melbourne, as it was the advice of my then flatmate, {Mat, who I was not too keen on, and in the end, booted him out, he was friends with that stupid blonde bimbo stalker that looks like a miniature version of Marylin Munroe, at Petersham}, but, before I booted him out, he heard about my sore back, and suggested I see a chiro (perhaps he saw all the stupid bitch bimbos at RMIT, and took pity, decided to offer me some helpful advice?) Now, I am not sure how I found the chiro that I visited in Melbourne, (maybe Mat recommended?) I cannot even recall where it was, or what he looked like, all I remember is, he fixed it, fast as a flash. Then that was it, fixed, no more visits necessary – he was truly the most competent Chiro I have ever encounted (and more important, not greedy, wanting repeat customers). Reasonable cost too, (not like 2022, quote for chiro yesterday, $300 for first visit in Mackay – as if, thieving receptionists). Unfortunately, some 10 years after that I was doing some strenuous work, and I had more slipped disc problems, but with my technique of lying in a straight flat position until the discs slip back in) then later putting in my lap pool, I basically cured myself of back pain. I am free of back pain! FREE!! well, for the most part. (As you know by now I was forced to move, and now have no pool, something else that has been stolen). So, I am having some weird back problems, a little different than slipped disc. So, it was my lap pool that I invested in at Rangari, that strengthen the muscles so the disc would not slip out again. It was the definitive ‘fixer’ for my back. I highly recommend swimming if you have back problems. Actually, I remember maybe a few months later after the chiro, and I had moved back to Gunnedah, I started doing some laps, and one day as I was going along the black line in the 50m pool, I heard and felt “click click”; it was my back realigning itself. I want to point out even though I had a 25meter pool, and I’m well familiar with swimming in both 50 meter and 25 meter. I feel if you have a spine problem, specifically you really need the length of the 50 meter to find your stride and pace yourself, with your slow but steady momentum - so your body has time to adjust and realign. You don’t want to be stopping and turning or doing any somersaults, you just need that slow and steady rhythm so your back can realign. Breathing both sides preferably. Course, if you just want to strengthen your back muscles, 25m fine, 15m or 20m, all good. When I had my pool up and running, I started running laps too, aswell as doing some Cha Cha steps – I had just learnt a Cha Cha step, (fast fast fast fast slow slow!) My calf muscles certainly got strong; I looked like one of those female body builders from the 70’s! I miss my pool. I did try to see a physio, but (really true) she (middle age wife) refused to see me because I was not a young good-looking footballer, and she did not believe someone like me (woman of slight frame in my early 30’s), could have back injury - she was either stupid, or stupidly manipulated by the short blonde bitch who stalks me, that was at Gunnedah hospital. Monumental incompetence in Gunnedah health workers. I literally could not walk for months, which could have been rectified. Oh, and in that time in Melbourne, when I had a sore back (but was able to move around by then), I seemed to have that same stupid short blonde girl harassing me implying that I actually didn’t have a sore back at all, that I was making it up. Stupid dog. And I’m going to write this bit again; it’s about when I was at RMIT, I heard about the other campus on the other side of town, had a Chiro clinic consisting of 4th year university students. Anyone could go there for a cheaper treatment. (This was before I went to the good one). So off I went to this campus clinic, and OMG, I can’t begin to tell you about the stupidity of the women involved in this clinic - they were all women, and they had literally NO IDEA what they were doing. There is not a chance in hell I would ever see a female chiropractor from that moment on. It was total Stupidity Bimbo Incompetence, absolutely shameful of RMIT producing those incompetent silly twits. So, I think the stupid short girl with blonde hair, and possibly Cathy Goldman (dog from NEGS who was obsessed with me), may have sabotaged that appointment? I’m not sure, I can only hope it was them, and not just the way they always are – stupidly incompetent? I just remember it quite well. SO BAD. In 2022, I have a couple of back problems again, as now I have no lap pool, and sore foot, so no exercise for 5 years. And again, no treatment. The dogs stole all my physio appointments on my care plans – plus again, really no physios who will do massage on me. Prejudice. Still resting, lying flat seems to be the best treatment. Otherwise, the only other thing I might recommend is daily massage, I am certain this would cure everything. (I might win the lotto!!). I said before, I may have got back problems due to “powers that be” seeing I am missing out on child labour birth pain, so gave me sciatica; “how dare you miss out on the womanly pain of child birth!” Photo from London Spine Unit 3. My 25m Lap Pool story with winning race story A few years back just after my father died and I had received proceeds of the sale of his house (unfortunately divided by 4 - if only I had been an only child ^jgkgf*dgljlfsaa#aks$ak$@aah 😀) Anyway, I have decided with my money, I was going to get a lap pool ($25000) plus some solar panels ($14000) to run it. This will be inorder to lose some weight, and fix my 3 slipped discs in my back, plus I love to swim and where I live in Gunnedah was really hot. Plus being low income, I found there was really no ‘play’ in my life, so, I felt I needed some sort of hope and joy in my life. Anyone on low income can’t really travel anywhere, and especially me, with my situation of having dogs who follow me around everywhere (Watch Dogs – Dolly Pardon) – so, I don’t actually want to go anywhere. Well maybe a nice remote island and beach would be nice…. My landlord was at least 15yrs away from retirement age, plus he said it would be fine. So, after paying the manufacturer (John Kozur from Affordable Pools) for my pool, in full, I had to wait for it to arrive, I had to wait, and wait, and wait as the manufacturer decided to take a holiday just as the money went through, and then when he came back, he was like, messing about, and it wasn’t for a good 4 months until the pool arrived. 4 mnths! BUT then I had to wait again, as he had not included all the parts required measurements, and as I was a ‘girl’ he thought I had made the mistake – so, I had to take the manufacturer to court twice to get all the parts that I paid for, he was so dodgy, a misogynist. So in this time I was angry, because I could’ve had the pool up and running as soon as I paid for it which was summer, and instead I had to just slug it out on the couch in the heat, knitting, and I was knitting furiously thinking the whole time that I should be swimming: so what happened, my arm really copped a beating in that period of several months of anger knitting -and I developed a problem in my arms from over use; repetitive syndrome, basically it’s just inflammation in the joints which causes pain. That, also with my history of ‘dumbbell’ overuse as a swimmer in my youth (we did not know about resistance training back then) plus all the chain sawing I had done on the farm; so, because of the damage done to my arms, when the lap pool was finally up and ready, I couldn’t actually do my freestyle laps, (!) plus the cold water seemed to adversely affect my bones. But it wasn’t all bad as I installed a diy solar system, and actually I’m a very creative person, and I came up with a whole lot of other exercises to do aside from freestyle; so slow breaststroke was ok, and running in water was excellent, pushing off the side of the pool wall over to the other side all up and down the 25m - this I felt was really good – flexing muscles aswell as gentle cardio, plus dancing was a great way to lose weight, plus the music made it fun! I got so trim, fit and terrific in this time. Sadly, I was forced to move (bullies stole my house and garden) after only three years of having the pool so it was a total loss anyway (another story about that, turns out my landlord knew he was selling in 3yrs and that I would have to leave, but he never said anything. ARSHOLE. (I did resell it for $6500 2yrs later after having had to cart it around to 5, (yes 5) new addresses) and I sold the solar panels for $4000 (they cost $14000 and made NO DIFFERENCE to my bill, infact it want up even though I had noflow pump on pool), so that $4000 paid for “Move-It Relocations and Storage” Tamworth – up to QLD) Such is bitch landlords, LUCKY I do not have kids - I recommend not having kids. Here is a good spot for this pool related story: I mentioned that I spent most of my childhood in the water. I did swimming training in primary school, every morning with mom! We rode our bikes up there, she dragged me out of bed at 6 o’clock. And when the end of year swimming carnival came round in grade 6, I managed to win Senior Girl Champion, with a big trophy and a photo in the paper and all. The following year, I went away to boarding school, and I didn’t have mum to get me out of bed every morning, so I was like, I am definitely not going swimming training yoohoo! Plus, there was no pool nearby, and it was freezing at 6 o’clock in the morning in Armidale. So, 4 years went by without swimming, except fun swims at school holidays. But then in year 10, at the end of the year carnival, I was dragged into a race, it was like an ‘all inclusion’ race – “we’re going to get everyone, even people who can’t swim, into the pool to swim!” such are the antics of girls at school. So, like there’s a whole bunch of people in the race, all squashed in, and I took off after the gun went, I wasn’t really swimming very fast, I kind of thought it was a bit of a joke, but I ended up coming second to the known popular fast swimmer in our year, even though I was going really slow, and so the girls insisted that I join the swimming club, and compete the next year. So, I did. And, I devised a plan; because I didn’t really think I was that good at swimming still, because I had stopped swimming training for the past four years, but I knew from my year 6 carnival, that the fastest time I did was it in the heats at the beginning of the day, and by the time you get through all the other races at the end of the day, and do the last swim, my time was atrocious - so bad, just would’ve been from exhaustion after swimming all day long. So, at the year 11 swimming carnival, I only swam in my heat, to get a fast time, then I’d know, I would be chosen to represent New South Wales in the all-important end of the day Relay race, which is NSW vs QLD, which was a big deal at the school every year, and is what everybody is waiting for. So, I swam in my heat, and I won- only the person who was at the end of the lanes, watching to see who won, a teacher by the name of Mrs Windeyer, said that I didn’t win, and the girl next to me won! I’m like, okay - even though I knew I won. I just kind of didn’t worry about it though, because I had a plan, and as long as they checked the times then it would work still. Although I wasn’t really sure that they would check, because you know, the politics of swimming, well, the politics of any social situation, involving women especially, there’s usually a pecking order, and I definitely was nowhere near even the middle, let alone at the top, (I don’t do pecking order, still don’t) So for me to win a race - this would ruffle the feathers of certain teachers, who like to think of their predictions of who can excel and who can’t, as accurate. And I guess they had already put me in a box. (Actually, looking back at my school years that school, this is so true I can’t believe it, and their attitude is ‘caught on’ by the girls too.) So, I thought they might definitely overlook the fact that I won, and choose the girl next to me who was the popular one, in which case, that would be bad, because then they would lose the relay - they needed me. So, I’m waiting around all day for the end of the day race, while everybody else in the swimming club were doing all the races, all the different strokes, all the things that you do in a swimming carnival. But not me, just sitting, waiting, biding my time. Finally, it’s getting closer to the time of the big race, the sports captain, her name was Sally Skipper, I still remember her, blonde hair, skinny, she said, and she made a big deal in fact, I suspect she might have known what happened in the heat, but she said that she checked the times, and I was definitely faster, therefore I would be the final swimmer in the relay, so good for her. I went ahead with the race and of course we won, and it was purely because I hadn’t swum in any other races that day, whereas the girl from Queensland, had gone in every race, so she was exhausted, and I was able to beat her (normally if she wasn’t exhausted, I knew that she would be able to beat me, she was a really fast swimmer from Brisbane) So that’s my winning race story from school. And you know what, this situation, it’s kind of like what happened to my pool; I hadn’t been swimming for so long, certainly no pool out on the farm at Rangari, no waterholes even, the nearest beach was 600km away. So finally, after years of not swimming, I put in my above ground lap pool, and I had a pool! and it was fantastic! For 3 years I found my love of swimming again. I had won again. And what do you know, so someone comes along and takes my pool away “no you didn’t win, I’ll see to it.” Such is bitch pecking order in Australia…. (Same with my trees planted at new address - they were all killed by arshole "YOU DID NOT WIN YOU LOSE"} 4. Running Tally of all Above Ground Pool Costs with Sabotage story Running Tally of all Above Ground Pool Costs with Sabotage story Affordable pools - initial pool cost, 25mx2.2m lap pool, above grnd $14424.70 Liner (It was meant to be included, but Affordable pools refused) $2200 Excavation $1285 Heat pump $1485 (later sold brnew for $400) Pump lowflow eco $122.50 Petrol $200 Sunshower fittings $50 50mm pipe, Bunnings(10 lengths 50mm cat 12 x 3m $24ea) $224 Phonecalls $20 Reece $13.86 2 Concrete slab, perlite $30, concrete $10.50, mdf $12 $52.50 Wooden crate petrol / poles $10 Shade cloth $135.00 Pavers $70 Concrete pavers $16 Concrete pavers $32 Swingset for cover (later used pvc and star pickets) $12 Petrol and time / printouts for court re skimmerbox $220 Take off faucet for the eyeball $4.60 Compactor $60 Duct tape $7.50 Rio rod for pool cover (stolen at Gin Gin) $13.50 Cover $431.60 Pool roller $61 Sand (what a rip off) $440 2 x 30m Tapemeasures $30 Laser level $94 Cordless drill $150 Thermometer $13.45 Shed $365.003.7m x 1.52m Translucent roof $25 Poly tunnel 2” $230 Shade cloth $292.00 Metal 60mm cutter $10.66 More Dural fittings $4.76 Rope $33.00 Teflon tape $5 Black Pvc for lining sand $100 2” poly extra $11.89 Dural Irrigation $497.01 Bunnings silicon, rubber coupling $21.00 Glue $8.64 Reece $36 13mm poly for solar 1600m first lot $470 25mm pvc for water fall 1 only so far $9 Chlorine for emargancy $40 Extra costs later 2nd skimmer $220 More Dural fittings $97.51 Reece Solar PVC (cat9, so hope it will not blow $230 Replacement pump lowflow eco $189.00 Solar Pump 1hp $109 Solar Pump no 2 just incase no 1 breaks .5hp $54 Salt $7 /25kg bag, once a month (x12) per year; $77 Hydrochloric Acid $49 /20L, once a month (x12) per year; $588 Total Costs so far -EXCLUDING electricity and my investment of my 5kw Solar Panel System (at $14000 with NO reduction in electricity bill, only increase - this was a total waste, as my pump was a special low flow one, meaning it did not really ‘clean’ my pool, and I spent a lot of time sweeping by hand all the dead bacteria, as no creepcrawly would work on such a low flow pump. (can’t remember if I included the liner?) $23399.18 Also, it took over 12mths for all the parts to be supplied from Affordable pools – OVER 12MNTHS! See, this list of costs was stolen off my blog and online too – mmm, gee, I wonder why!! Oh, only because they over charged me in all these costs. Especially for the initial pool, John Kozur, as all the extras like the pump, skimmer, liner etc. was meant to be included, but pretty much nothing extra was included. Not to mention he forgot part of the order, then took off overseas for 3mnths for holiday, so I could not do anything that whole time. And when he got back, then he did not believe me, he thought I had made a mistake, as I was a woman. IDIOT. I had to take him to tribunal through a court so he could see, he made a mistake. He just refused to listened to me, a mere woman. His wife and kids must be fairly incompetant for him to think that all woman are incapable of building a simple lap pool. It’s just a process, it was easy. And actually, I’m not really a ‘go with the flow’ type of person, I like to do things my way, because I like to put time, effort and research into things I do. I like to choose environmentally friendly ways. I like to choose smart ways above cost cutting. I like to do things the proper way. That pool would have lasted 100 years plus+ such a waste. Secret misogynist landlord – punished for being single and not a home owner -he knew I would be leaving in 3yrs, as they were selling to Carters, but he said NOTHING. Arshole Arshole. (Reminds me of my cousin, the one who had ‘issues’ with his mum, and so but took out is anger of her, on me. David must have some ‘anger issues’ towards his wife – or possible, and more likely, his daughters.) And stop putting spelling mistakes in my writing to try and discredit me, computer nerd hackers. As I was building my pool, a neighbour or landlord, put a rock on top of my freshly compacted sand one evening after I had retired, under the newly laid Liner, Prob David Heywood; Neighbour put large rock on top of sand, under pool liner, after I had finished laying the black plastic, and left for the day. So, when I started laying the green liner the next morning, I did not see the rock, as when I checked it the day before, it was all perfect, no rocks at all. (ofcourse). This is such typical retarded stupid ‘little boy’ Australian attitude “we can’t have this girl outdraw us, so let’s muck up whatever she’s doing. TYPICAL arshole behaviour, typical male behavior. Your pathetic. I had 3 neighbours on that farm, they were Heath Barwick, David Heywood and Steve Carter - one of them did it. (BTW, I blame primary school teachers for most of the total dysfunction in society). Single woman persecution. 5. So, as a Child I was this Unbelievable Fussy Eater My Vege patch at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia, Jan 2011 Just look at me now! Actually, I found that growing my own vegetables organically, greatly improves the flavour of vegetables. In fact, I would never buy vegetables from the supermarket now, as the difference is quite extreme and especially the factor of going directly from garden to kitchen within a few hours, sometimes minutes, is probably the most notable difference in flavour. I did try some organic chicken from one of the chooks that was killed, but for me there was really no difference in the flavour. So, I figured as long as you grow your own veggies, then purchase (preferably organic grass fed) meat at the supermarket or butchers, you’ll be getting the maximum nutrition and flavour that you can get. Although I should mention when I had to move, and no longer had my veggie patch, aside from practically starving until I noticed purslane - thank God for purslane, purslane is a true superfood, seriously you should look it up, it’s so healthy, if you eat Purslane on a weekly basis, I’m pretty sure you won’t ever get sick from any nutrition related diseases, plus will fend off any bad cells (cancer). When I found this out, I started growing tubes of it to sell, but absolutely no-one in the Gladstone, Bundaberg, Gin Gin, Wide Bay area, wanted to buy any, I think Queenslanders are bunch of uneducated and unhealthy Australians. Anyway, what I was getting at, was these days they have new technology which enables food suppliers to preserve vegetables in a way that doesn’t change the taste too badly, like it did in the old days. I think it’s called snap freeze. I did try some peas that were snap frozen, but, I’m sorry, there’s just no way they compare to fresh homegrown peas from the garden, the size and the flavour is like chalk and cheese) So, as I considered my garden, and vegetable garden, where stolen from me, I also consider my good health stolen. FRESH VEGETABLES ARE VITAL IN NOT GETTING SICK. So back to my story of what I wanted to say; So as a child I was this unbelievable fussy eater. I would really give my mother a hard time, if I didn’t like something, I simply wouldn’t eat it, even if she spent hours cooking a fancy meal - if I didn’t like it, I would just REFUSE to eat it. My mother had no idea how to handle such a fussy child, as she used to cook good food, and take pride in knowing fancy cooking techniques. My mother didn’t believe in junk food or processed food. I mean she was actually pretty food savvy for her time (MLC graduate), and she was a total ‘health nut’, very conscious of how to be healthy, she got dad to grow fresh organic veges for the family. Plus, we lived out of town so there were no corner shops that we could go down and buy any sweets or treats, there was no Maccas back then either. But instead of my mother caving in and handing out sweet treats, ‘to shut the child up’ (like most bimbo mothers), she stuck to her guns and insisted we eat healthy. As a result I was slim and never got sick as a child ever and have an extremely good immune. If I was hungry out of mealtimes, then I can distinctly hear my mother’s voice still now, “Well, have a piece of fruit!” I didn’t feel I was starved in anyway, and it wasn’t my intention to be ‘skinny’ at all, and a lot of positive health benefits have come because of being thin. I was never sick as a child (mostly, read all later). I didn’t get the flue until I moved to Sydney as a fashion student (mistake moving to Sydney, the flue is a tell). My mother was naturally petite woman, and we 4 kids were all skinny too. But when I left for boarding school at age 11, the food situation got pretty dire, especially as I was so influenced by the older girls who were constantly telling me the food was so awful, and so, of course, if it was awful, I wasn’t going to even try it – 11yr old girls are not really known for their common sense, nor did I have any concept of needing nutrition, needing fuel for your body - actually today, now, I still get a little stumped by this, because back then I could easily skip meals, and it would not have ANY effect on me, I wouldn't feel giddy or dizzy, or weak. I could still run around the oval perfectly fine. However now at age 51, if I skip a meal, or if I'm even late for lunch, oh my gosh, my body starts going into like, little panic mode, and I get really dizzy and weak! I guess I just put it down to the young being strong, and as you get older you get weaker. Allthough I do eat a lot of sweet treats now, and plan on eating more; knowing about mum and her illness, health is not as important. The eating ritual back at school consists of 12 girls to a table, with 2 older girls at each end (I feel this is a TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE way for a young teen girl to be expected to eat right/ look after herself in this manner). Anyway, so basically at this junction in my life I was getting very thin. By the time year 8 came, I was skin and bone, it would have been a problem at this point, unbeknownst to me. But luckily, I believe, I had the hand of God come down out of the sky, and insinuate “if you want to survive this school, then you are a going to have to get tall” (unfortunately being small attracts bullies, another story…s.) So, this hand of God, came about in the form of my Aunt Di, and that year for Christmas, my aunt was staying with us, and she definitely noticed there was a problem, (it is easy for an outsider to look in on a situation and see what’s going on, they often have a much clearer view than someone who is close to the situation). So, she took me aside and proposed a deal with me, she said, “Emily since I’m a seamstress and can sew clothes and since you’re a young teenage girl who loves clothes, if you put on some weight, I will sew you a whole heap of clothes”. To me, this was just music to my ears, as I did love clothing, and I actually later graduated and went on into the fashion industry. But hearing this clear-cut deal, I made it my mission to eat, even though I was fussy, there was some foods I did like, so I picked those things out and ate unbelievable amounts of food – like, at lunch, we were served a plate of bread, and you could eat as much as you want, so, I would have at least 10 slices of bread every day for lunch. I mean I would really eat as much as I could, and I was always going back to the kitchen for seconds, all the kitchen ladies knew me!! The other girls noticed it, because I was literally the skinniest girl in the school yet, I was consuming volumes if not mountains of food, some of them went nuts with jealousy (back then it was still desirable to be unhealthily thin, and I want to mention there is this stigma about not being greedy, and being ladylike -these rules need to be thrown out the window, young growing girls need to eat as much, if not more than their dads.) So, I did put on some weight and went from being a very very skinny girl to just a slim trim and terrific girl. There was a huge added bonus; because I was always one of the shortest girls in the class, (all my life, short - oompaloompa) suddenly when I started eating (it was year nine), I had this phenomenal growth spurt and I shot right up and became tall (!). So I really believe now, looking back, when I see short people, I think maybe they did not have an aunt who proposed such a deal to them in their teen days, and are thus slightly ‘stunted’ from lack of nutrition. They didn’t know how important it was to eat right. Especially back then, diet wasn’t as big a thing as it is now. Nutrition is fundamentally important, I believe it (and fun exercise) also is responsible for waking the ‘Sleeping Beauty’ phenomenon - a young girl cannot be fully aware of what is going on around her, if she does not have proper nutrition and activities. I also believe adequate diet in childhood (including in the womb) contributes to intelligence/comprehension, commonsense and civility. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT, life is about food! Oh, and if you’re a mum racking your brain with a problem in your family, and you can’t figure out what to do about it, just mention it to family or friends, it is the key. Someone may just have an offhand remark, and the problem may be sorted. {btw, mum didn’t understand little things like, if she had of served the salad individually, and not with salad dressing, I would’ve quite happily eaten it. I didn’t have a pallet for vinegar when I was young, especially the commercial bottles that she used to buy, there was no such thing as balsamic back then, and mayonnaise – yuk, I still refuse to eat that, its whipped oil – so horrid!!!}. Also, it is normal for kids to be fussy, so they can have a chance to discover new foods as they go get older, on their life journey. If they couldn’t make these new discoveries, then unsatisfaction in their meals would ensue! Did you know I never liked caramel when I was young – too sweet ! can you believe that (now, Lindt Caramel Square Milk Bag!! mmm). Also, I recommend not allowing kids to have tomato sauce or soft drinks, that way you can keep their palettes pure – no excess sugar or salt. BTW, I think there were 1 or 2 times when I was accused of being greedy by people who did not know me to well. Now, I basically went through my whole teenage years as a thin stick person, so I hate to think what it’s like for someone who’s of normal weight or even over, and healthy, for they dare not reach for a second or third biscuit, in case they have some non-thinking woman (usually somebody else’s thoughtless mother) jumping on their back about how greedy they are. I feel I need to write about my body weight too, and the effect that a virus has on person of slight frame. I have always been slim, and petite, and extremely healthy, never sick as a child. But if you examine my body a little further, you’d noticed that the top half of me is what is petite, but I have quite long and big legs with strong ankles. Actually, my bottom half looks kind of normal, whereas the top half of me has always been petite; slim shoulders, slim hips (although I have quite a large chest due to my swimming days of my youth). So, anyway, after I got infected with a virus at the nursing home, (due to burning my throat with hydrochloric acid whist cleaning, and destroying the immune‘s first port of call DAMMIT!) the virus really affected the top half of me, pretty much, it felt like every part of the top half of me has changed, and is now weak from the virus, whereas my legs are just the same now as they were before. I truly believe it’s because the top half of me was so petite, it wasn’t strong enough to handle the virus, unlike my legs (I would have a hefty kick you wouldn’t believe!). A good spot to add this observation – over the years, as an adult, I have noted, that I have some complete idiot retarded moron, who sometimes, starts revving his/her motorbike (in the past it has been other modes of transport) but at the moment it’s a motorbike, and they start revving it and racing it up and down my outside my house, - I’ve noticed this happens when I haven’t eaten in a few hours. Like being late for lunch or dinner is somehow driving this idiot complete stranger nuts? I mean there are way worse things than skipping a meal. For instance, I’ve just relocated, and have had to do all the heavy lifting by myself, and I can assure you, for a petite, that’s way worse than skipping a meal. It does long-term damage to my body, and it causes nerve damage. So that idiot needs to get a grip on reality, and mind his/her own business. Who do you think you are? I’ll tell you; you are no one to me. Oh, and sometimes I note, my neighbour will hang around at their home until I go to eat, then they leave - this happens a lot, at Gin Gin, and I just noticed here aswell. Not a coincidence – MIND YOUR OWN GODDAM business, you little cretin with no thoughts of your own. 6. The cunning plans of Mother Nature; Sneaky yet brilliant little camelian weeds and my Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s Cats the musical plant story Purchased some carnation seed from an eBay seller. I grew them and it turned out to be this little white flower which was a weed. The foliage was very similar to carnations. I’m guessing this grew amongst the sellers carnations -when she went to collect the seed it was caught as well, she did not notice. The foliage looks so the same, and I’ve ended up with a weed. I find weeds can do this – it is a bit of a mother nature magic trick. They are very sneaky and cunning; you can grow something out in you vege patch or flower bed, and then suddenly, an extremely similar looking plant pops up, right next to it, and you’ve got to look twice as you’re doing the weeding, “is that a weed or another seedling?” And wonder where on earth that weed came from, that looks almost identical to my flower – which btw, are usually exotics from other countries, plus, my garden out at Rangari had never been inhabited before. So where did the seed come from? Indeed, it is like mother nature and that weed, had a mischievous plan to trick the gardener so it can grow there, and tried not be diligently weeded like all the other weeds. I want to add, as a gardener, this has happened no less than 3 times on 3 different plants!! I recall when I was at school, sharing a dorm with another girl, she had a plant, and I had read that plants can respond to classical music. So I went and chased down the flavour of the month music at that particular time, which happened to be Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s Cats the musical, and we played it to this plant softly, all day while we were at school. We raced home to see if anything had happened, I kid you not, her plant had grown a 30cm shoot, a single stem straight up into the air!! We kept it on the following day, and again another 10cm worth of growth on that stem, the following day another 5cm. This plant just seem to be growing this single stem shoot, straight up into the air, there didn’t appear to be any leaves on it, it was a little odd looking, but that was proof as far as we’re concerned, they do respond to music! 7. Am I the type of person that is a victim, and Tricia Chook Show Story I want to write down a little part of my personality, because with all this bullying and thievery that goes on, I really feel like a victim, and that got me thinking, do I have the type of personality that people bully? Or is it purely a rumour, wrong information, reputation thing. I think this story might clarify. At one point in my life, I had chooks, huge big chook yard down the paddock. I had a rooster, the biggest rooster you have ever seen, big white one. He used to guard the chooks fiercely. After a while, he started attacking me when I checked for eggs. I would kick him away, but he would persist, and keep attacking me, and so with each time he attacked me, I would kick a little harder, at first only a gentle push, then harder with each attack, but he just kept on persisting, until finally he copped a blow that was quite hard, I wasn’t holding back at that point, sick of being attacked, it was him or me. I knew if he attacked one more time, I would kill him with the next kick. In that moment the rooster finally got the message, that he would die if he kept attacking me, so he stopped and I didn’t ever have any more problems with him, until the foxes sadly got him. But I had to basically use brute force against this small animal to try and get him to stop attacking me, it was the ONLY WAY. Brute Force. So, there is a part of my personality; if you attack me enough, eventually you’re going to get clobbered. How many times do I get attacked by stupid little dogs? Stupid little dogs. I have to mention on my blog that I often am followed around by blonde bimbos – dogs – this is just what a stray dog would do, so I call them dogs – (you have made you own bed bimbos - I know there are some people, women in particular, who would get offended if they hear me call a woman a dog. Maybe when I was younger in my 20’s, I may have been offended too, but with my life experience now of those women, the word ‘dog’ is like a nice word, considering what they really like. I should add, I had many girl friends at school with blonde hair! I did not think them stupid! Lol, and have encounted many blondes with many brains in my time. I did get charged by a bull once, but the bull was really mad, because he had got stuck in my large chook yard, and I was trying to get him out, but he was refusing, I was chasing him around for ages in the middle of the night ,and pitch black, with my torch. So, he charged me, I ducked behind the large fig tree in there, and picked up a bit of Rio rod, so if he charged me anymore, his eye would be taken out. So instead of charging me, (- this cow could read the situation), he went over next to me, where my large rosemary plant was growing, and he put his whole head down at the base of the plant and lifted the plant up by its roots, and threw it aside! {naughty little bull}. He knew perfectly well that was my rosemary plant, he totally knew what he was doing too. This is how pissed off he was. So, then I realised he was pissed off because he must not know where to get out, he couldn't see how he had gotten in - through a hole in the fence that he had created, he couldn't find the hole again, so I had to go and find the hole and kind of rip it open so it was large and big, so he could get find it easily, when I did that he walked out straight away - he had had enough of me! I tried to find the Chook Show Story, but it is missing, maybe my microsoft search has stopped working? But, in case it has been deliberatley removed, I thought possibly another nail on the head situation, and I need to write about it in more detail; As you know I kept chooks on the farm, one day there was a chook show in Gunnedah, with all sorts of breeds on display and for sale, those people are called “chook fanciers”!! J So off I went and as I was walking around the big shed, I noticed something odd, I believe it was the reaction from other people behind me, slight laughter slight condescension that I did not know, that someone was following me. I turned around and there was this girl literally following me, I had caught her in the act, I stared at her, and it took a moment before she realized she was ‘sprung’, it was like she had done it before, and on a regular basis, and she had never been seen before. So, then she took off. That bloody girl looked like Samantha Coulton’s little sister, (Trisha) a girl from school, Trisha was in the year below me, she had friends in Gunnedah who I was friends with. Actually, I remember when Tricia was expelled; the next year, our form went on an excursion to Sydney, one day we were sent down to a different school to check out their new indoor pool (someone must have been campaigning for a new NEGS pool! Just as a sidebar: I know one of mom's friends, single-handedly raised enough money for her son's school to get a new indoor pool! So, there are many parents who really feel like their child's school is a big part of their community, and I guess they feel 'indebted' to them, for taking care of their children.) Anyway, what I specifically remember though, is that was the school that Trisha ended up at. And she must've heard NEGS girls were coming, and she had come out to the bus area. But all the other girls in front of me just completely passed by Tricia and snubbed her when she said hello - it was quite revolting, I couldn't believe it, like they knew perfectly well who she was, it's not like they didn't see her, (as sometimes it's the case in my experience!), but I saw her, so I said hello. Possibly maybe she interpreted this later as ‘please follow me around wherever I go’?! But, I felt like a ‘hello’ was required at the time. And I found it extraordinary how those girls in my year, my peers, had decided that Tricia must be a bad person because she was expelled - like they hadn't really thought about the possibility that some stupid little Nazi bitch had gone on a power trip and expelled her, or she had just made a mistake, as young girls do. Instead, they just automatically shunned her - it's quite disgusting. Its stupid infact, woman are bloody stupid - it goes right back to the Witches of Salem story – that stupid mentality of casting aside – or killing in those times, women they did not like, or understand. I should add, I do not know why she was expelled. But if it was for stealing then I guess it would be okay……. But as she had been at that school since kindy, it must have been something bad?? So many problems with girls in that year; before I mention Gina Burn at the dentist story, Emma Finylason with her thievery and lying; why are they obsessed with me? Oh, that’s right it was from going to church twice a week and being tortured on the hard wood kneelers. Btw, Samantha, in my year, was the Miss Perfect type, she was a school prefect and was always serious and studious, Trisha on the other hand, was expelled when she was in year 11. Both those girls were at that boarding school from kindy, so you know they are going to have problems that stem from parental neglect. Btw, I have noted there are people in life who look like other people, I have determined that once a upon a time, there were several families formed, and from those families, all people today exist. And it’s like many people today resemble each of those existing families, with specific traits and ‘looks’ specific to it. So, there was also another girl I knew who looked like she came from the ‘same back in the day family’ as Tricia. And this was a girl I used to nanny in Wahroonga, looking back, they were spitting image, although definatly not related so far as I know. So, I guess it could have been that girl at the chook show? Can’t remember her name now, her mother’s name was Sarah Peatie, but, I recall, seeing her brother in Gunnedah, possibly that whole family, they were walking down near the river flats as I drove past! No idea why they would have been in Gunnedah, possibly passing through. Unfortunatly, I can’t recall if it was at the same time as the chook show?? So, it may have been her, and not Trica? Poor Tricia, no, I think it was Tricia! I know I am also a victim when it comes to bullies trying to inflict pain and injury on me, in passive aggressive ways; just like girls who follow me – passive aggressive. Then other people that can see I am being followed, they then have no respect for me, and treat me as such. Aswell, I have bullies at Drs trying to ‘not allow’ me to get treatment. Jessica White – fuck off you stupid little dog – it may have been her involved with the ‘hole in shoe’ sabotage to try and get me to put on weight? She was in involved in the black tooth incident over xmas that time. I would say she is probably on cocaine; she knows she is greedy and she is evil. Maybe she needs it in writing. Although I was told a lot of my problems I have with other women, “little girls”, are the result of my looks; girls who are not pretty get “cast” as baddies then treated as such. Well, I certainly know the police do this. And all the people who have ban me online. Stupid computer nerds I guess. By the way I believe they’re trying to do something about the attitude towards excluding people for medical treatment, in Australia EVERYBODY is legible for Medicare rebates and if you have a Health Care Card, ALL medical appointments are FREE if you go to a bulk billing clinic. (Except for Physio, Chyro, and Massage -which I am trying to campaign them to include in ‘medical world’. The fact that they don’t especially include Chyro is ridiculous, in my experience Chyros are much better at perceiving the body than a GP doctor. Understatement. Some people, especially old men Dr’s and Dentists, have issues (problems) with old people and unemployed people receiving FREE medical treatment. Like they hate the concept of welfare. Weird – how clueless are they? We have welfare in this country. It is to stop poverty. That’s the way it is. That’s the way the government has decided it should be, it has been this way ever since I started paying attention at age 18, so, even before that too! J They have set X amount of money aside, ready for those people when they’re in need. It seems to work in my opinion, although there is identity theft and fraud related to it. So ‘the powers that be are trying to change people’s attitude about it BTW, (much to Centrelink’s dismay), this attitude adjustment should’ve been brought about 20 years. So little girls wake up, if you had targeted anyone else but me, you most likely would have been kicked in the head a long time ago. {I personally believe bullies have a distinct instinct about targeting someone, who they know will not kick back}. 8. Water Cooler AND BOTTLE STOLEN from Gunnedah Art Gallery Women Behaving in Non-Thinking Dogged Zombie Ways This was stolen along with the water bottle, from the Gunnedah Creative Art Gallery one monthly meeting, stolen, I am pretty sure by a predominant elderly volunteer who works there, Shirly Urquhart, (no conviction) who was only other person in the room. Such STUPIDTY. What is it with women who steal, “oh, don’t like her, don’t like their hair, don’t like how happy they are or how right they are – so just steal something from them, that will make me feel better” - that must be their stupid brain thought? (I have witnessed this on several occasions now by various women, often 50+). And when I mentioned this to another board member, she refused to believe that she stole it. I find this extraordinary, how these bully thieves have everyone fooled. You know ‘bad people’ are not the weirdos in society who are usually found sitting alone in the corner, it’s always the ‘popular’ and well liked, usually well-paid ones that are the real nasties. Now, I’m going to put up a little ugly story here, because with all my postings of the items that have gone missing stolen or situations that I’ve talked about on the Internet publicly, I keep going on about the bloody female dogs, I find them such a big part of my life, as they follow me about everywhere I go, and no one talks about it and a lot of people do not seem to understand what I’m talking, about, so, this little story is to show you exactly what I mean, because one day, I caught a dog on camera! -behaving in full-on dog fashion, right on camera. It was by chance that my car cam was on. I was parked outside the art gallery in Gunnedah I just been inside to try and sort out a problem about my artwork, the organizer Eileen, in there was being difficult. So just after I walked out, this girl Barbera came out chasing after me (she works next door to the art gallery which also is adjoined to the art gallery, in the cinema, she works there as a paid worker (everyone in the art gallery is a volunteer and doesn’t get paid) so she, you would think knows what’s going - although after this experience I’m not sure she really knows much about anything. So, I was in my car about to leave and she just started full on harassing me, it was really disgusting bullying behavior that no one would believe it if I told them what happened, (even though this kind of thing happens to me all the time, I mean ALL THE TIME. I am well used to it - since writing about it, magic! bimbos across Australia are waking up). But she was going on and on in this bitchy nonsensical dog like territorial fashion – but she was Eileen’s dog, do you see? So the diesel car finally was ready to go, and I started to reverse back, I looked at her face and she had this puzzlement expression on her face like she couldn’t understand what she was doing there and what she had been talking about - it was truly like she was in a zombie state just harping on and on, like fighting with me about nothing, as I actually had absolutely no relationship with this girl at all, I don’t know her except by name and the fact that she worked in the cinema - I do recall once, attending the cinema a few years prior, to watch “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but when we all got there, she said it was unavailable and we have to watch this other movie which was absolutely ridiculous, so I probably thought in the back of my mind she was a little incompetent, but, I don’t hold that kind of thing against people, because a lot of people, women, in Gunnedah who are pretty much incompetent. So anyway, I had forgotten that the camera was on and remembered it two weeks later, so and I went to get the TF card and take a little look at what had happened, and it was unbelievable, unbelievable, the dogs had stolen the TF card, the lengths that the dogs will go to protect themselves is break and enter, thieving, and bully behavior. I’m bloody sick of it and now I’m naming names, now, I take my camera everywhere, so if you want to do this bully behavior, be prepared to be humiliated on YouTube....for all eternity, because I won’t be letting anyone steal my TF card in the future. It will be instant upload. (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 YouTube, and it had been edited, so she just sounded normal – that girl was anything but normal. (They change bits in good movies too, like the running girl scene in Hairspray). I’ve got something further to say about this kind of absent-minded chitchat that a lot of girls seem to enter into, amongst other things, I believe this loss of focus, is caused from a lack of nutrients, and not because maybe they are hungry or they skipped dinner, I’m talking about from the very beginning, in the womb. If the mother wasn’t getting enough to eat back then, or enough of the needed essential nutrients, then that causes slight brain development problems. I’ve come to this conclusion from observing a litter of seven cats from birth to death. What I noticed is that the firstborn cat was an outstanding hunter, fully aware, and very precise and clever in his tactics, he was also naturally confident and outgoing (and I’m pretty sure he had a sense of humor!) He was intelligent and not reflective. Then what I noticed was that each cat after that was a little bit like that but a little bit less so, and by the time you got down to the seventh cat, her personality was quite the opposite of the firstborn very shy, very timid, very scared (she was afraid of shadows), quite reflective, especially in her older years, and not outgoing at all, infact she never ventured outside for the first 4 yrs of her life, and obviously at first when she was born, she was very tiny. Now, I have to point out, the mother was a stray Tabby rescue cat, and as far as I was concerned, she was going off to the vets at six months old to be desexed, so at age of 5 months when she started getting a bit fat, I actually thought in my naïveté, that she was putting on weight and I actually cut back her food, which obviously turned out to be a huge mistake as she was pregnant, I soon discovered she was, I increased her food, and after the kittens were born, I fed all the cats very well, they had lean kangaroo meat twice a day, and expensive type of biccies that I’m hoping were all good (I know the cheaper types are terrible, you may as well be feeding them cardboard). Now, I thought well, you know, maybe that’s how it is for a cat, but a human who doesn’t carry seven but instead just one at a time, may be different (with the 1st born/2nd/3rd….,) but after thinking and observing about it some more over the years, I’ve decided it’s exactly the same, and any women that has more than 2 kids been just plain dumb, and asking for health problems (why do you think they number each sibling on your Medicare card, Doctors know about the difference.) 9. Strange and Unexplained Netflix Phenomenon As I have mentioned, any strange nuisance things that happen to me; when I write about it on my blog, often it suddenly stops! what a bonus of a blog - even if it’s something that’s been happening for years and years and years and I’ve never mentioned it to anyone. Like the little bimbo dogs who follow me around and harass me from the street GONE! Well, some of them, I seem to still have car hoons, trucks, neighbours, weird Chinese guy, weird couples, and well, actually a lot, but the harassment from bimbos has been greatly reduced when I go out. So, this photo story is along those lines, this is something that happens, it’s not as annoying as banging and tapping, or being harassed from the street, but I’m not sure they should be doing it. And I am adverse to any beeping in movies and shows! (Please get some creative street sounds) So, what happens, every time I purchase some fabric, of one of my designs, then a show or movie on Netflix appears that has a scene with a similar looking fancy wallpaper or fabric, and then after the scene has ended, there’s always a car that starts madly beeping - it’s happened quite a few times, and it’s too many times to be a coincidence. I have no idea why they would do this, aside from the fact that they just want to show off their own designs. Or maybe they are ‘copying’ my designs? Or maybe they are saying, there is already similar design to yours? Who knows? Some of them, indeed, are definitely quite beautiful, but not always. Some of my designs are quite stunning! (but not always!) It may be related to my photo story “when you see what you want - ask for it, you just never know” on p2 in Life Stories? At any rate, I feel those people, are perverts prying into my life in an unwanted manner. I’m going to continue to sell my fabrics on RB, even though the little dogs would like to sabotage me! My beautiful fabrics are available on my website at https://www.redbubble.com/people/emilybieman/shop The one above is my personal favourite this month, it’s called “Pandorea jasminoides Clusters” I have to come back in 2025 and add to this one. I wrote this in 2021, and since, I have had huge problems with Netflix, and some of the people who work in this industry, so much so that I do not watch it any more, and never will. I had a lot of items stolen and I believe it was related to the dogs who work at Netflix little perverts, and kids of actors. Spoilt little entitled brats who really, belong in jail. (I have written about their thieving antics on my blog already) And in retrospect, I think they also might've had something to do with helping Sharon Morgan, back at the beginning of 2020: so unspeakable I'm not even going to mention it again here. {They could see the accusations coming, and were trying to save themselves in advance. lol}. And like, if say, I travel up to the city to do some errands, I noted for the next week or so, I have bimbos doing reflections of the places I went to. Just weird. I really like watching movies, I have a heaps of favourite people on television and actors/ actresses. Some of them are just fantastic people, some who you know, have never had a care in the world, and as a result they're just awesome (!), especially when they are young (I find as people get older they tend to get more pissed off, especially divorcées.) There have been many AMAZING movies. AMAZING story telling. Genius people. But, there are some, who are just revolting. They're so obnoxious, they're so arrogant, they're so stupid, they are such thieves. There are some who are TOTAL sexually depraved PERVERT idiots. Now I don't personally know anyone who works in the television or movie industry, primarily based in America anyway. There are some Australian shows but due to the thieving and disrespectful female dogs, I try to avoid those ones. I have noticed a trend of actors using the media to add personal messages, either to someone they know, or to the general community. I sometimes see they very obviously interrupt my viewing to put in their own personal message. Half the time they do it, I feel like their manner in which they portray their message is so personal, like I they want to talk to me personally, they want to engaging me in conversation and connect with me. (This is a tactic they use for product placement – add people to do. ) I get really annoyed at this. REALLY. Who do you think you are? Why would they think I would want to connect with them personally - without knowing anything about them, you know like, what kind of person they are; are they kind and honest, that kind of thing??? I just want to through the phone at them. I am old and wise now, most people are not kind and honest, especially ones from big cities, and ones that do not know me. And it seems to be getting worse as the years progress, like some people on Netflix are just complete dick heads. D-i-c-k-h-e-a-d-s. BEEP OFF. I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO YOU. 10. The Secret - Rhode Island Red Evil Chook Story So, this Rhode Island red chook is evil !! One day this chook spotted an evil opportunity to inflict great pain on me! She managed to woo me over to an area in the Chook tunnel, where they were plum tree thorns - and I trod on one, it went through my shoe and into my foot ,causing pain and ongoing infection. The other time is a little harder to explain, so I won’t, but suffice to say a rod fell over, tripping me on cement, hurting my knee. Now, if you can get your head around this, I believe this chook was doing reflections from some girl or someone (not entirely sure who) but it wasn’t me. Btw, I asked the girl at Gordon Barry at Gunnedah for an Isa Brown Chook, and what does she give me? a Rhode Island Red! I suspect this chook was from a female evil chook owner from NEGS. I believe there is a girl from school, NEGS, who is a little obsessed with me, because she can see that I have a certain effect on some people, a positive effect, and I can inspire positive outcomes, say, people being pleasant and good natured to me. And this ‘incenses’ is her, it enrages her because she’s jealous – so no grievances with me, just jealousy, as she cannot do the same. And so, she arranges a whole heap of horrible things to happen to me, and this “wrong chook” is one of them. It could be Charlotte Powel, I’m not entirely sure. (I put a call out in my new local area at Gin Gin to see if someone could please come around and have her head cut off -but do you think any man in Gin Gin could stand up and do the task ? NO! What a bunch of wussies) it is not the actual killing part that I’m referring to when I mention wussies. By the way, I already had a sore foot, and actually, I personally believe, that my chook could see the weakness in my foot, which is why it saw this evil opportunity. This is very typical behaviour in a chookpenn; if there’s any weakness in their group, then they will often attack and kill the week one, in order to get its food. I feel birds in general have a sense of sussing out weakness. I know they knew when any of my five cats were going to die. I also think there are a lot of girls who have not quite fully evolved from chook in to human, as they also do this – pick on the weak or weakness. (After my arms developed ‘old age’ problem, some girl suggested whenever I go outside now, to cover my arms, just in case!) oh, and while chooks have a basic understanding of “no more you, me for me”, a typical Australian bimbo mother has no understanding of this concept and just keeps ‘popping’ them out - without thinking. On a typical wage, no woman or couple can afford to have more than 2 kids, it’s a plain and simple fact. Infact I would go further and state no woman or couple can have kids at all as housing and protein is too expensive. As a side bar, when I was living on the Culls farm, I built a huge chook yard, it was the size of a tennis court! I didn’t have a nesting box, but there was kind of tin box that had been fashioned into some refuge for them, so for their laying nest, I decided to cover the roof with collections of human hair, that I collected from the hairdresser!! I got about six huge garbage bags full, of human hair!! I had collected from Addicted To Hair in Gunnedah! So actually, thank you, to them for collecting all the hair for me! So, all that hair squashed down was perfect for the chooks, they loved it, plus I had fashioned a kind of a little roof canopy over, so they didn’t get wet. And when I collected my eggs every day, I didn’t have to bend down, there they were, directly in front of me on this lovely soft cushion of hair!! I also thought later what to do with all that hair, and it would make excellent cob, in mud, instead of straw - for a lovely fine smooth texted wall!! I want to say here, having chooks was brilliant, I couldn’t understand why more people with backyards didn’t have their own chooks. Not only was it much cheaper, but they were much healthier, with a healthy yellow yoke, instead of the supermarket pale yoke ones. (And in my opinion tasted better) - that of course was back before free range eggs came into the supermarkets. I had five cats, so I would also give my cats egg yolks every now and again, they loved an egg yolk. And every year I had to come up with car rego money, so I would go through this 3-month period of alternating between ‘normal food‘ one day and then eggs the other, so eggs with rice, eggs on toast, maybe eggs with vegetables, depending on if anything was in season! This tactic saved me a lot of money, and I could afford to purchase my rego - totally worthwhile having chooks. (btw, eggs are very healthy, they have all the nutrients in them that one needs to get through the day – they are perfectly balanced) I have to add back then the chooks I purchased were $8-11, and laid for 3-4yrs, whereas the very last pair of chooks I purchased, the Isa Browns, only laid for 2yrs, and they were $18 each, plus $25 a bag of feed every 2mnths, plus they need ‘greens’ in the middle of a drought - it was starting to be more and more pricey to keep chooks. (Free range eggs in supermarket $4.50 a dozen, so actually cheaper after my cats died to not have chooks) 11. Ebay Nazis now, after 5yrs of selling - ebay rated POWER SELLER - 1300 positive feedbacks - BUT THEY STILL ban ME OMG, yet another online account I have been kicked out of in 2020 by persacutery nazi dogs Chat conversation: 8:42am Suraj has joined the conversation Suraj Hello Emily, I can certainly understand that you are concerned about the account restriction/suspension. I hope you are receiving my messages. Emily It says my account has been suspended, not deleted, I see you deleted my other account, but I have had this farmplantsandseeds2015 account since 2015, I have sold thousands if Australian seeds, and I have 1300 positive feedbacks, I strongly feel and know you have made a mistake. Suraj As previously mentioned, this suspension/restriction is permanent. You will not be able to participate in any buying and/or selling activities on eBay. In addition, any other accounts you own, or that are associated with this account, will also be suspended/restricted. While we know this is not the response you wished to receive, there is no further opportunity for appeal on this decision. My designs on Redbubble 12. Typical Day for Me here at Gin Gin Typical Day for Me here at Gin Gin Lately, whenever I start a new work project (today it was my timber planter for Etsy- just putting the finishing touches on it!) I have my own personal plane that flies over - North to South or South to North. This has been an ongoing thing for years, since I lived at Rangari. The pilot is a mongrel. And, it is akin to my neighbours who used to make noises whenever I went outside (read my photo story “Finally, some normalcy when I walk outside into the garden.”) You know I grew up on a farm, where there were no planes, no trucks, no cars, and no people, in fact it was awesome. And then I also lived at Rangari farm for 10 years, again with no trucks or cars - although unfortunately in this period I did have planes. While I want this story to be strictly about my planters, and any activity I commence, coinciding with planes and or either verbal or other sound harassment from outside; a problem most people would NOT understand, nor have to deal with. There is one other thing that is going on here in my typical day, and that is the washing issue. Since we are in year nine a nine year drought, there is literally no water here at Gin Gin, kookaburra Park. The lake has dried up, and there's no connected town water, so unless you have at least 4 very large tanks connected to your property, you will have run out of water - so everybody here has run out of water. I don't know if this is too icky to mention, but in regards to my bedsheet and duvet, I have had to simply leave them, I can't wash them. The last wash was 3 months ago! And I have to say, they've kind of passed the stage of feeling icky and now it like feels normal! But I am really hoping it rains soooon. (And no, I cannot go to a laundromat; have you not been paying attention at all on my blog? do you not understand what happens when I go anywhere yet? - Actually, I'm not even sure there is one in Gin Gin). After moving further North, the planes have somewhat ceased. HOORAY. Occasionally I still hear one, but living this close to neighbours, I think that plane feels he/she can no longer get away with flying over me constantly. MONGREL. Although as per typically now, last night at 330am thereabouts, a car just drives in and sits outside my unit for 10minutes or so, until I am fully awake, (with the help of Neville, my 72yr old bikey neighbour who wakes me up with coughing sounds from his phone app). Then when I look out the window at them, they leave. MONGRELS. WAKE UP POLICE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT MONGRELS. I don't think the police can even see the mongrels little alone to do something about them! Society is completely backwards as far as I'm concerned. It's like I'm living in the ice age still when it comes to conscious awareness of the ugly human nature. Update 2025, at a new location, which is not in a very built-up area, but still is in suburbia, I have planes again, they have started harassing me quite regularly. Every evening, every morning, mostly, and always on Saturday morning too. Here, it does not seem to be work/activity related?? Don't ask me why they harass me, they are completely nuts; You know, Centrelink demand that I show them my end of financial year tax statements and balance sheets showing all incomes. If I didn't provide it then they would cut my money and do worse. BTW, my planters, see above, did not sell well at all! So, I just stick to seeds and plants 13. Re-creations Mmm! I do enjoy watching a good drama! Including this one, (6 Feet Under) even though there’s dogs on this show now (repeats on Binge), too bad. Least all episodes are included this time around – interesting amazing story line. But, so, what the dogs do, is they find something out of my past, and they kind of recreate it, or more, remind me of it, and do signs - it’s not really obvious to most people watching, but I know there are a lot of others who can see plain as day. It seems to be a type of humiliation game for the dogs in the entertainment industry. I also mentioned it on “Look alikes or doubles from TV Movie Agents in Australia” on p4. (Btw, if you say this is what certain people within the Tv/Movie do to Mental Health sector, and many other sectors, they will call you crazy – they are completely STUPID, and blind as bats). But many Tv/Movie people give themselves away quite happily. Some of the ‘re-creations’ are absolutely disgusting. When they recreate the past, they often manipulate it, so they don’t really stick to the truth, or they are bias. Dogs who play sides. Its total manipulation. Oooh nooo, nothing annoying about that in the middle of a story line. They gets things WRONG all the time. And often feels like a witch hunt with false accusations like back in the day, The Witches Of Salem. Beat it! and get a life you stupid dogs. The show Virgin River does it too – more reflections. L Reflections - this is what someone who is really stupid does. Maybe you should think about that, think about how you can take control of your own thoughts, rather than do somebody else’s reflections. I’m bloody offended and enraged by stupid little bimbos doing reflections. Skank off, you stupid little dogs. BEEP BEEP SOUND EDITORS BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP (they are on Youtube too, ABC news) 14. Art Ban on Australian website Redbubble I sell my designs on RedBubble, not that I’ve sold much, but I want to take this opportunity to express my disgust for the coward people who run this website, (according to wiki: Barry Newstead, Peter Styles and Paul Vanzella) Even though this is website hasn’t ‘banned’ me – they threaten to; The only reason they have not, is because I have my textile designs on here only. I do not have my photos of real life, and my real-life stories, which some most definitely falls under the category of art – art imitating life. And this is an ART website! I did post one picture, one that I felt was way too important not to, regarding psychological abuse that goes on in primary schools by teachers, {“Bully teachers in Australian public primary schools”, P1}, and they instructed me to remove it otherwise they will delete my account. So, you know, as far as internet goes, if I can’t even put my art on an artistic website, absolute shame on them, shame on this country shame, shame on Australia for not equipping people to be able to deal with the truth (so shame on Morning Television shows too). COWARDS Australia: Hickleberry Bully country. Also, according to wiki, someone put up on RB, a comical strip about Nazis, obviously having a go at them, making fun of their monstrous ways, and the bloody Jewish people complained about it, even though, if they have properly understood the comic strip it is plain obvious that they’re making fun of Nazis, trying to portray how WRONG THEY ARE, and taking the Jewish side, so to speak. Yet it was the Jewish people that put in a complaint: silly Jews; you know, they just must have seen the word NAZIS, and totally flipped out, unable to comprehend anything else, just like how a person hears someone’s tone, rather than hear what they are actually saying (stoopid people do this). You know one ought to make people conscious of the nazi personality. You cannot change something if you are not aware of it. This is how positive (non-scary) change comes about – social consciousness. Also, I was later contacted by RedBubble, who said if my controversial photo story involved ‘psychological abuse’ that goes on in primary schools by teachers WHO WERE WHITE PICKING ON BLACK STUDENTS, then they would have allowed it. UNBELIEVABLE 15. My Experience with the Gunnedah Creative Art Gallery in Chandos St – committee; Eileen Mair, Shirley Urquhart, Louise Baker, Barb, Fonda Blackwell. Stole my good pen, first change over day. Stole my eski cooler and drink bottle on my first meeting. Stole my artwork labels. Vandalized my mannequin on display, removed it from display. Did not pay me for cards sold, then paid reduced amount, and not say anything about incorrect invoice. Omitted to email me dates / changeovers / rosters. Accused me of nuisance harassment when I asked for dates and who decides the changeover dates. (Louise – you fucking idiot. I literally had no contact with any of those people for about 2mnths, (I failed to turn up at the monthly meeting once) so, no contact at all, except when I asked one of the girls for the dates of the art gallery change over times! Nuisance! WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID DOG, “Oh some girl I hardly know asked me a question! -she’s harassing me, she’s harassing me.” I just want to point out the difference between someone who has mental health problems and someone who is just plain stupid. THIS ONE IS plain stupid. Told me my artwork will not be hung (it actually was, but I was told it was really hard?) what the? Just being difficult and antagonistic – stupid women. Refused to answer any questions about weight maximums for hanging. (Eileen, cunt) Are you all zombies? What is wrong with you? Get a grip, it isn’t WW3. The art gallery is a place of creativity - NOT War! All those bitchy women involved ought to be truly ashamed of themselves – Council has since put a man in there, as a fulltime position, maybe they will be more balanced now. Little birdy told me that the Barraba Art Gallery ladies were much worse!! Also, I noticed when I was at one of the meetings, that most attending where women, except two men, and the women responded to the men, in this most strange manner - it was like they were literally, and what I term “man worshippers”, doting on these men in unrealistic ways. I was kind of amused by it, and glad I was not blinded by men! Later on, I needed to get some art work in there for an exhibition, but I didn’t want to drive all the way in, and David my landlord happened to be out at my place, so I told David about all the women at the art gallery how they were “man worshippers”, and so then he didn’t mind when I asked him if he might take my artwork in - on the back of his motorbike! He wanted to be around “man worshippers”, so he was glad to do it!! J I did not usually ask anything of David or Brenda, but I could not resist the opportunity as it presented. I do wonder what happened when he got there! Was he “man worshipped!” I notice now, in 2022, there is notable “Abo Worshipping” going on, on the ABC, and SBS, and, yes, in unrealistic ways. If you empower a little bitch, she will just turn in to a big bitch. True of all little bitches. I found that certain people on the ABC are just that - Empowered to be stupid. And another thing I wanted to mention about this art gallery, was that, there were girls who would just come and stand in front of me, and say things that didn’t really make any sense, like they weren’t actually talking to me, as in, having a conversation with me, but they wanted me to hear them, (isn’t that bloody typical of a tv personality?) and I think what they were trying to tell me was that there was no money at the gallery (because indeed they weren’t paying me to volunteer there on the weekends) but infact they were trying to steal money, or use me to raise money for breast cancer? Zombie talk? BUT it wasn’t for actually, a cure for breast cancer, or research, it was for women who supposedly had breast cancer, to stay in fancy hotels, and have massage. And the so called ‘sickly’ women, turns out, they didn’t have breast cancer at all, but were faking it for a massage break! And actually, it was on the news, a story about a woman who faked breast cancer, she admitted so. At the time I thought it was because she just wanted to get off work, and you’re not really allowed to just take time off work, you have to have a reason, it’s a societal norm, so that’s why she lied. But now I realize it was more about the massage. So, all manner of bad things happens at art galleries, in my experience. 16. Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky Above my House The photo part is not hear, but often there was 2 planes messing about above my farmhouse at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australila - they used to fly around and around, generally being a total nuisance for hrs and hrs, on a weekly, if not daily basis, over years and years. The local Prime news, at the time, one evening, said that the planes flying overhead in my area were from the Northwest flight school, owned by the army, however one day, when I was particularly fed up with all these planes flying over my house on the farm (in circles) - you know, that constant mmm noise, it’s pretty annoying. So I phoned them up to speak with them personally, to ask them why they were only flying over and around my farm? The person I spoke to was an old man and he seemed very grateful that I had called him, like I was doing him a favour? He did not seem to have any explanation about the planes? Who knows if I was speaking to the right person, sometimes I feel Telstra put me through to just anyone, and not the right person at all. Just after I wrote this I sat down and watched the news, and in the finance bit, the guy said, Prime tv, had just been taken over by Seven, at a price of $131 million. You know I really wonder if they just make it up as they go along, does anyone actually know what’s going on? Little birdie told me they were doing fuel signs, as in “YOU ARE GIVING THE DOGS FUEL TO HAVE A GO AT YOU” If that’s the case – piss off dogs. Ohhhh, did I park outside your shop and not purchase anything? Or, oh yeah, did I not say hello to the stranger who walked past me down the street? and oh yeah, tthis one, did I not smile enough at the checkout chick?????? Fucking bimbos. This photo story has been deleted multiple times, I have had to re upload it at least 3 times now. 17. Stain Sabotage, Happens All The Time on my Good clothes, not to mention Quality items This happens all the time. I have a little dogs who are jealous of my clothes, and try to sabotage them, they also do it on my fabrics, and any other item of good quality that I purchased -sometimes they even swap item over for a poor quality and don’t think that I will notice, like the quality Coco from America, the premium petrol for my mower, the JellyBabies from Darrell Lea, and Pantene detangle conditioner. It’s a “gold star dog problem” that is taught by primary school teachers to little girls; they brainwash them into believing that if a person is not a certain standard then they’re not deserving of anything good like the gold star in 5th class. So those little girls apply the same principle in adult life but substituting the gold stars for quality items. They just love playing teacher - they are completely stupid. My huge 10yr old garden was snatched away from me for this reason. Partly from jealousy too, but mostly it was because I was happy. It seems happiness is what really ‘ticks’ other girls off. 18. Tyre Sabotage, 3 times in my life now; Two young Chinese men, (actually who knows how young they were?, but Asian) who worked at the same company I worked at, called Discovery, put a nail under my tyre, so I would get a flat- lucky someone saw it on my way home, as it was going flat, and pointed it out to me from their car window, (an old man), so I could stop on my way home and get it swapped over, actually it just needed to be repaired - my first flat ever. So, I hope those two Chinese idiots get their comeuppance. Honestly, really and truly, what were you thinking putting a nail under my tyre; what did I do to you? I don’t even know you; some people have no common sense. Just want to fight – just like a little boy who has not grown up. The work place is full of such backwards juvenile-istic monkees from the playground – especially on a factory floor. And the other time was when I lived on Peter Long and Sarah Ferguson’s farm, (lawyers this time) so you can read that story “2 pliers gone missing from Long Cottage, wire cutters similar to these” on page 3 under the “Items stolen at Rangari, Gunnedah” link – again, little boys who like to fight, throwing tantrums, and picking on a woman who won’t punch back. Such cowards. I believe Peter was being ‘egged’ along by my jobs provider, Graham someone arather from JobLink Plus, or possibly the other way around. Suffice to say, pliers were angled under my tyre, so it would puncture it as I reversed out. And the other time is when I took my car to Browns Tyres, and the gung-ho guy, pumped my tyres maximum amount of air, so that after driving around all week, one split and burst - lucky I was able to fix the other 3 before they burst too. So, I guess that last one wasn’t quite as malicious as the two previous ones, but this is an example of typical careless thoughtlessness that goes on in Gunnedah amongst men in their 30s and 40s. And, is this a general man’s attitude; “there’s a single woman, attack attack” – seems like this is the case to me, I list 3 incidences here, but I know it is far more wide spread problem, with many people, 10’s of 1000’s, suffering from these ‘fighting delusions’. How stupid are they? Why the hell would any woman marry a deluded prick? They can’t be that good in bed. Farters. By the way, I think back and look at the companies, various jobs, that I’ve worked. Some of them, I think, you know what, what was the point of working there aside from being able to purchase a meal at the end of the day and rent at the end of the week? - they just didn’t seem to offer anything aside from fight and drudgery. I guess that Discovery business would fit that bill. Only, I just thought of something; when I was there, one day, one of the girls said we have to drive down to this particular bakery on Marrickville rd, and get some of their rolls for lunch. Okay, sure I said, even though it was obvious she just wanted to use me for my new car and petrol; as I usually never purchased lunch, I always made sandwiches in the morning. But I was happy to go along with it for once, especially driving in my new car at that particular point. (Btw, she was a Volkswagen Beetle driver, she said her whole family had one!) So off we went at 11:45am one day, she insisted we leave early because otherwise there’s a queue. This bakery sold not only normal bread, but they had a Vietnamese lunch, which is called Banh mi. And for $2 they made up one of their French Baguettes with a choice of 4 options, I chose the meatballs with coriander grated carrot and onion, which they make up right infront of you - but, it was truly the nicest lunch I’ve ever eaten - total bargain too. Well worth experiencing, even if I had to go through the whole experience of working at that bad company there all that time. That sandwich experience made it worth it – just! And by the way that Vietnamese Bakery is still in operation today, and it still has queues that go down the whole block!! - Hong Ha Bakery 1151 Botany Rd, Mascot NSW 2020 You know, growing up we, in Australia, did not even know what coriander was, let alone be able to purchase it! Thank God we finally discovered it. 😁 This is called “Tyre Sabotage, 3 times in my life now”, but, my “foot” was also attacked; my boots were sabotaged with a hole, so I would get to plantar fasciitis - collapsed arch. It was done deliberately in the same manner that my tyres were attacked, like those first two times. Done by a stupid nonthinking evil twit, who has imagined (for their own FIGHTING ENJOYMENT) some sort of issue, with ME, a complete stranger, I mean talk about delusional. They have gone into their heads in so much detail that they have plotted this evil attack on me. I really can’t believe how mentally messed up the person (at least 3 different ones who have done these attacks on me, are. I would just like to point out, it is the police that put the opposite of those ‘mentally delusion’ people, the ones who are coming up with all these fighting delusions, so the opposite person, in a mental health unit “to see if I was ‘crazy’. So, the actual people who are really messed up in the head, get to go free. SCOTT FREE. Stupid Sharon Morgan. {later the police told me like some suffer from “fighting” delusions, others suffer from false “come ons” – like the ones who follow me in their cars – they think I encouraged them with signs. Totally delusional – totally wishfully thinking! – I have NEVER done such signs, just incase some delusionalists is out there wondering “oh, except that time when I saw her and followed her”!} When I went to check again today (2nd June 2023), what the name of that jobs provider was, all my Jobs provider emails had been deleted from my outlook, so not just the emails from JobLink Plus, but from all agencies over the past 10 years or so! plus when I went to update this story in 2025, the whole story was missing off my PC! Lucky I have several backup options. I did further check the server at Google, re the emails, and there they were still there (sometimes emails are deleted off the server too, but not these ones). So the guy’s name was Graham Kent, working alongside Courtney Lang, who I thought looked like same girl from SYTYCD, Courtney the rose twirler. She had arranged the boots from Blue Denim in Gunnedah. I am 100% certain that someone sabotaged those boots DELIBERATLEY. Given my suspicions about Graham and Peter, I can only assume it was him. I know he will be burning in hell. What is wrong them? Such a weird thing to do – to someone who has not actually done anything to them to warrant any type of revenge or attack; like did I kill your wife? Did I steal from you, did I interrupt your life in some sort of major negative way? Did you think we were in some sort of special “fighting” relationship? NO AND NO! I DID NOT, we don’t even know each other, we have hardly ever spoken, stupid, you stupid looser. I am not sure if this situation is related to the school principal Graham Cone, from Limbri? It may be – guilty consciousness and all. The truth will come out – there is nothing you can do about it, attacking my feet, and car tyres, is not going to save you. You are doomed. Someone pointed out the hole in my boot was probably from the giant planta wart I got from the homeopathic remedy (wrong diagnosis). Upon further reflection, I agree! But I am not removing the paragraph before, as something suss still went on. And I heard someone tell me that they were going to handicap me – and because of that hole, I have not been able to walk properly or do exercise for the past 7 years. Sounds like a handicap to me. 😡 A definite trace back to that female student homeopath and her supervisa Dr Ken. Although angrily, I have to add, (trying to see the silver lining), at that particular time, the Internet was really still taking off, and I was to have an appointment with them via Skype, video and audio. Now, back then and putting your face on computer screen was a little scary, and it still is for a lot of Australians, so it's not something I would've chosen cause I'm a little face self-conscious. But I had no choice, infact when I had my appointment I tried to get out of it and just use the audio, but they said no they were putting their faces on so I had to put my face on too! So I did, and really it was just like a little hurdle, because after that moment it wasn't really a big deal of speaking on video calls. I have even done some youtube videos!! Also, another possibly “lining”; if I had not put my foot out, and had been just walking and working, carrying on as per normal, as I have degenerative disc disease, I could probably well have been in a wheelchair by now. Especially after all the relocating. So I have to admit this, even though I'm still completely pissed off with not being able to walk properly or do exercise, and have a sore foot constantly. Oh wait, there’s more tyre sabotage, read my “4 Wheels AND 4 Tyres, stolen, off my Daewoo car near Gunnedah” on Page “Items stolen at Rangari”. So, 6 attacks on my tyres and foot. What the hell? Truly obsessed with me, my car, my tyres and my feet - Stop putting YOUR retarded social dysfunctions on me. Car related idiots? You know, I love my PC and the internet. I have microsoft Outlook set up, with at least 10 email addresses that I check constantly. I also use Outlook to set daily reminders, like “Rent due today” or “Remember to switch cameras on when you go out so dogs don’t steal from you”. So, my latest reminder is this “car council dogs literally trying to destroy me – so plant trees, so they can destroy my trees, and not my feet”. Re my story “Non thinking Sarina Council killing Native Trees for no reason other than SPITE”. It would be the same type of person who killed my tree, that is the same type of person who sabotaged my tyres, and my work boots – same person, same child. Oh, I just remembered something else about my work boots; when I first got a pair of work boots with steel cap toe, I absolutely loved them. I really liked them because the steel toe created an effect of a BIG BUBBLE OF IN-PENETRATION. I thought my feet felt completely safe. I remember looking at my shoes, wearing them, maybe every time I put them on infact, and thinking regularly “too bad if you wanted to stub my toe – YOU JUST CAN’T ha ha!” I’m thinking some stupid juvenile dog bimbo, has heard my thinking, and typically rebelly thought ‘want to make a bet’. And has tried to sabotage my feet on numerous occasions (read my “Could the Bimbo Obsessed with Placing Catheads under my Foot, please Bugger Off”, plus several others on my Blog too). You know, after I was forced to move from my farm at Rangari; when I turned up at Peter Longs cottage, on their farm, (Peter Long the lawyer). I literally had (and still have) a whole list of people/ institutions that ought to be SUED. (“Right to privacy Act” – ah there goes channel 10, see ya Apple, au revoir kmart, adios microsoft, arrivederci Telstra – you lose). But instead of doing what he was meant to do in this life, he was so obsessed with trying to be a ‘tough bastard’, to control and to manipulate, and coming up with evil plans; girl attack plans, like stealing my sleepers, putting pliers under my wheels so I’d get a flat, stealing my plumbing gear too, and putting pebbles in my dishwasher. He was blind to the situation. I can see now why he was relegated to Gunnedah, and no longer works in the city. Someone suggested to me I was sent his way, so I could show him he has some mental health problems.. 19. Bitch Wind I was reminded of this story when I was watching a documentary about some famous yachtsmen, and he stated, he knows about “Bitch wind”! Photo above taken 1 week before I was given notice to Leave. Those landlords totally screwed me. One fine calm spring day, I was outside in the shade house, preparing some Eucalyptus trays. I had the soil in the tubes, and then I had just sprinkled the very fine seed over the soil, I thought I should take the trays just across to the veggie patch, where the fine spray irrigation was on the potatoes, so the tubes could get a good watering under there at the same time. As I was walking across, on this most still day, suddenly out of nowhere, a gust of wind, blew all my fine seeds off, as soon as it had blown them, gone! It came out of nowhere and then it left - it was literally like the wind sneezed all over my seed tray, and I had to re-sprinkle them. Some sense of humour the wind has. I have a new nickname for the wind now, bitch wind. There’s absolutely no other possible explanation for it, the wind saw an opportunity, and could not resist it. Just like the dogs. 20. Beauty advice for Ladies Advice for young girls; stay away from beauty therapists, they do hopeless jobs; missing great big sections when they wax, burn your eyelashes off, they make eyebrows lopsided with no apologies, and they cause pain when underarm waxing, under the pretence of a treatment. They are thieves; they just want to screw other women out of as much money as possible, especially women who they think are rich, they also do not keep appointments by locking the shop at my appointment time. And the new online bookings, the IT nerds change the time, so I book for 1:30, and I turn up at 1:15, they saying it was booked for 1 and I am late, then charge my cc a late fee of $20, when infact I was not late, I was 15 minutes early (they take cc at booking time) they are thieves. The type of person attracted to being a beauty therapist is a bimbo. Burn in hell bimbo dogs. I have to mention, I’ve had two really good waxers in my 30yr waxing life - thank you thank you thank you Also, I have to add, I am always polite, friendly and respectful. Their stupid bad behaviour is their own volition. Little birdy told me – behaviour specific to me, discrimination. They discriminate against you, if you are not attractive – stupid little female bimbos. And, while I am at it, if you think you need a colonic, then there’s something mentally wrong with you. You need to eat a good diet, high in fibre. Eat your greens! And don’t be so gullible. Oh, I just remembered, another good waxer in Tamworth, actually, she was BRILLIANT! What reminded me of her, was since I saw her, about 10 years ago, I’ve barely needed to go to get my legs waxed (been waxing for 30 years). So eventually, I need to get them done again, and I went to a place in Bundaberg, and the girl who did, well, I’m pretty sure she didn’t wax them at all she just cut the hairs off at the skin, so it was just in effect like shaving, (not to mention the big square burn patch she left behind on my inner thigh). So, the next day I had stubble, what you get when you shave! And then just a few weeks later, I have to go get them waxed again! So basically after 10 years of not having to wax because they’re so slow growing, now I have to wax regularly again! Hopeless little girls. So, I don’t think those waxers really have any idea what they’re doing, bar this girl in Tamworth - she knew exactly what she was doing. I went to find out her name. but the business where she was, is now called Nails for You, so I don’t know what happened to her, and I have no idea what her name was or what her business was called, unfortunately, (this was before I recorded everything). I seem to have forgotten to mention what prompted me to write this in the first place and that’s because now I don’t have any eyelashes! and I believe it was 100% caused by a beauty therapist who tinted my eyelashes (in my 30’s) and she left the bleach on my eyelashes for so long that it has damaged them, and so now I don’t have any eyelashes at all, and I only did it once and that was the result. So definitely do not get your eyelashes tinted, and generally if you can avoid beauty therapist, I recommend you do. Oh, and occasionally I have been to a masseuse, - quite dissimilar from a typical beauty girl, but still, I have found since women are such nosy Medalling Marys, you literally have to tell a masseuse that you prefer not to speak, that you are just there to relax. 21. My Fiery Horse Story One day whilst eating my lunch (slow cooked brisket on fresh homemade bread sandwich J) I was watching a documentary called CrossFit, and well, what a whole new world they have got going on within that subsector! Fascinatingly fit! Then I was reminded of my “HayBale” story from school, and as I was trying to find it, as I think it was missing, I realised not only was it missing, but my “My fiery Horse” story was missing. I managed to find the My fiery Horse story, and will upload it as a photo story; I was reminded of this story after someone said, if you just read one or two of my photo stories, you might think “oh what a whinger”. It’s not really until you read the whole lot, where you can see that I am not a whinger at all, I’m just doing something about evil in this world. I am NOT turning a blind eye like most people do. Some things are just hard to hear. In fact, someone once told me, I have a Joan of Arc complex, and someone else said that you can’t change the world, and another person said people are going to be the same now as they were 500 years ago. And I would just like to say to that; no no and no! You can change the world; I’ve seen it evolve in my brief lifetime already. People are not the same today as they were even only 50 years ago, let alone 500 years, attitudes are quite different. And while, I did see a ghost once, there was no instructions to rid Australia of the English monarch! Although really, still? (I have written about this before, where I described humans are on a clear path of evolvement, I just searched everywhere for that one, and it’s gone; I can’t believe how many stories go missing from my computer, my life stories. Do I need to spell it out; you can’t steal my life stories thanks very much; do you want to be in debt to me? I think not.) My fiery horse story; I was riding a horse one day at school, it wasn’t my usual pony ‘Bunyip’. (Another story that has gone missing; Bunyips long black mane…) Anyway, this horse was unfamiliar to me, and a tall horse, not a pony. We had been on an ‘outing’, outside the school, and were returning, there was about 6 girls and 3 horse-riding instructors (actually, I think they were just 3 friends from yr 12, I can’t remember now) It was windy, and halfway on the stretch back, my horse really started playing up, there was something majorly wrong with him, and that was just to begin with, but then the other girls made these completely bitchy comments to me and took off home. I got totally pissed off by their bitchyness, and I’m certain then, that my horse could tell that there was something wrong with me, (I know he could) he could sense my anger. 12yrs old brats, could be absolutely brutal (can’t remember who they were). So, I was trying my damnedest to control this horse, (but I was still in my small ‘oompaloompa’ phase! He was about 2 steps short of pig rooting me off completely and bolting up the paddock. So, one of the instructors, I remember now, Miss Burton, she sidled up to me and tried to grab him, she then saw the problem. Meanwhile, the other 2 ‘instructors’ started to winge and have a go at me, about why I was still there, and hadn’t gone off with all the other girls, and, that I had no control over my horse, and I was hopeless. (Well, that last part may have been my interpretation, the implication, besides, they could NOT see the horse situation) I think they just wanted to have a smoke. But Miss Burton could see the situation, this horse was in an absolute ferocious state of mind, it took both of us, all our might, arm muscles and mental abilities, to stop him from going categorically berserk. Now I don’t know if this horse was acting out due to all the rage that 12yrs old girls encounter, or, if he was just fed up about the whole carting around 12yrs old girls thing. We made it home exhausted but safely in the end, thank goodness. So, I was reminded of this story, as my life is not like what other girls experience when they journey through life. I am not saying that everyone else’s life is easy, as I know it is not, and other people have other challenges, ones that I do not have. But powers that be, sometimes cannot see the ferocious dysfunction that I have to deal with. Just like that horse and the other 2 instructors who could not see him. There are people I encounter, filled with monumental amounts of rage and ignorance, and I have to face them and their dysfunction in the form of their stalking, thefts, verbal harassment, discrimination and manipulations. These are not trivial problems; these are big raging social problems. I know, a lot of those people who torment me by the “oh what a whinger” attitude, should be dam grateful that they don’t have to deal with the thefts and the rest of it, because I can assure you, those people could NOT handle it. And I am especially talking about all the women who has tried to remove any of my writings from public. 22. Horse Hay Bale story – and ‘Stop and Deal’. Don’t be a slow reactor I talk about how hard I worked in the garden, doing everything myself. I gave it no thought, if something had to be done, I just did it. It’s only looking back, now as my arms ache, where I can see, there are things I should not have done, because I just wasn’t muscley enough, and my body wasn’t able to handle all of that strain; like all the chain-sawing I did, I shouldn’t of done all that, as my chainsaw was huge, with a 22 inch bar, it was just too heavy for a petite woman, for repeated use, maybe if I just cut down 1 tree here and there, it would be fine, but if you recall, I had a whole pine forest that I thinned down (The Scent of a Pine photo story), with careful selection to aid a few big pines -unfortunately I should not have done that because of my weakling arms, or at least space it out, so maybe instead of going in for a morning, and cutting 10 trees, just do 1 every day. Then there was that post I put in; I went and cut down a huge big 20m high ironbark gum from up the paddock, cut it up, so I ended up with a really long post, dragged it back down to the house with a chain attached to the Ute and, then, after the pool excavator dug a 2m deep hole for me, I somehow manage to lift this huge heavy ironbark post which would’ve been at least 6m long, up and into that hole, which I then cemented. You know I really wish I had a video of myself doing that, I would put it up on YouTube! It was quite an extraordinary feat! But there was one other thing I most definatly shouldn’t have done, I felt afterwards at the time, I really pushed myself too hard, and that was filling the wheelbarrow full of spare excavated dirt, full, and moving it 100m down the hill around and up to an area where it was needed; As I was getting closer to the spot, I suddenly felt my heart thump thump thump, and I realised I had pushed myself too hard, and had messed up my perfect heart, a little bit - just a little. If you recall one of my photo stories (St Leonards Nature Care College FOULPLAY Drop Face AND HIVES From Homeopath), I mention I later took homeopathic medicine for a little wart, and my heart again, went thump thump thump thump (really loudly – so loud, first I thought something was on the roof) so it may have been related to that incident, and the medication was ‘fixing’ the problem that I had done? Or the homeopath tried to give me a stroke? I know they wanted to give me Hives as a joke, as in they thought it would be funny. But I’m not sure about my heart, I don’t know fully how my body works, it’s a bit of a mystery sometimes. -I know they don't know either, amateurs. Someone told me that the reason why I don’t give a second thought to strenuous activity, was because at school when I was tiny, still in my ‘oompa loompa’ phase in Year 7, those of us who did horse-riding, had to do horse duties. Which, amongst other things, consisted of feeding the horses in winter, with Hay, I had to go into the huge shed, and get a bale down from this mountain sky-high pile of hay, then take it all the way down to the horse paddock and 'hand deliver' to the horse . When you’re a tiny Year 7 little girl, this is quite difficult. And so, because I did that at a young age, I learnt how to do something fairly impossible, with my strength, and then that’s an ability I learnt, and still have. NOTHING IS TOO HEAVY FOR ME! I do believe having done this as a child, is the reason why I have taken on so many tasks as an adult that I should not have, like all the chain sawing and whipper snippering I’ve done - heavy duty things that a petite frame with no muscles, should not do, and not only because men are far more suited to the task, but it is from these activities which have caused so much pain in my older years. At age 45, I really lost the ability to use my arms without pain for anything, the simple task of holding a book whilst reading it, is out of the question, even scrolling through Pinterest has problems, even holding my cup of coffee in the morning is out of the question. It’s because I ‘over did it’ by putting too much strain with not enough muscles on my arms. So, if you have petite skinny scrawny arms, do not try and do excessive amounts of chain sawing. You know, some forewarning would have been appreciated (I think) I can just hear the powers that be saying “you gotta figure it out as you go” but there’s been so many generations, generation after generation after generation - this kind of stuff should’ve been figured out many generations ago, and then talked about, in preparation for future generations! I mean, what the hell is the point of school, did they teach us anything to prepare us for the future? I mean we can read and write, big deal. But there is more to life that we need to know about. Or maybe these kind of topics should be discussed within the family; it was always considered ‘poor form’ to talk about health problems in my family. My grandmother told me this is so, because if you point out your flaw, then that person will remember you only for the flaw, which I’ve kind of noticed is true, but if you inundate them with a lot of different things, that rectifies that!! Also, some people will use any weakness you have to their advantage, so if they know you’ve got a sore hand, they’ll come and give you a big handshake and squeeze your hand extra tight - that kind of thing. But in my experience that goes on whether you tell or not. Some people will seek out the flaw like a sniffer dog finding the truffle. Maybe this kind of thing doesn’t happen to a lot of people? maybe people can do excessive amounts of work and reach the ripe old age of 70 and still not have any aches or pains? I know my next-door neighbours at Gin Gin are in their late 70s, neither of them have arthritis, they are both still very active, they have a huge garden. So, maybe it’s just a genetic thing. I think this is a family topic, we should be encouraged to talk about family health awareness and family DNA, health history. You can see why being adopted here would be a problem. I kind of have an issue with adoption, best to be raised by your own flesh and blood, however I’m pretty sure my friend, who was adopted, it worked out for her, and if you read my “Family Photo with Big Boobs Story” you’ll hear about my mother’s adopted plight. I do recall my aunt giving me some advice when I was 26, when I was repainting her mother’s house. And you know what, her advice was crap, she just wanted to ‘powertrip’ and tell me what to do, when she clearly was inexperienced. Had she told me about the whole arm thing, now that would have been helpful. I can assure you, not be able to use your arms properly, as intended, when you reach age 45 is a huge impediment. Oh, not being sick gives one a ‘wiry’ strength, as soon as you catch a virus, you lose that ‘wiry’ strength, well I did. And same as how putting up with pain as a child, teaches you to ignore it when your older; kneeling in church twice a week at same school; teaches your body to ignore important safety signals) Like another time, when I noted I had a bit of pain in my foot, but I didn’t bother to check it straight away, I just kind of ignored it as it was not that bad, and well, I was in the middle of doing something. But if I had of just checked my foot straightaway, quickly, I could’ve removed that piece of Wood chip that had slipped in my shoe and saved myself some pain. I have heard many other people do it to, like getting bitten by spiders and ignoring it until they have finished the lawnmowing or whatever, only ending up in dire straights. Advise that teachers and parents ought to give out; Really and truly, if you are experiencing pain of any kind, stop immediately, whatever you’re doing and address it. “Stop and Deal. Don’t be a slow reactor!” I think also, people ignore it, is because when they were kids growing up, they had to endure problems, they didn’t have any control over, so they learnt; there’s no point in dealing with it, they have endure. 23. My Stolen Black Beauty Horse Story I’ve mentioned on this blog my love of horses, and horse riding. I’ve done a fair amount of horse-riding in my life and considering I’ve never actually owned a horse, have been fairly fortunate. Aside from my wonderful Kootingal experience as an infant. My horse experience got more serious when we moved to Gunnedah, on to a farm, ‘Holwood’, and our neighbours, had horses, plus a girl who was the same age as me in my class. We would sometimes go riding, and her mother taught me how to ‘rise to the trot’, if you don’t know how to ‘rise to the trot’, things can be quite bumpy, when you learn how to ‘rise to the trot’, everything is much smoother, and it kind of feels like a bit of a miracle! I remember seeing her mother many years later, and noted she was quite a striking woman, I thought if she couldn’t teach me to rise to the trot, then no one could! J They also owned a black stallion, and I remember wondering up the paddock with Christina, and talking to this black stallion, he would come trotting over as soon as he saw us thrilled to be able to “talk to the girls”. - Oh, that reminds me, another story that was stolen. I was talking about, where I mentioned “Black Beauty” was on TV, and I wasn’t allowed to watch it, as it was on at 8:30, and our bedtime was 6:30! But I was fortunate because my neighbours had a black stallion, I had a real Black Stallion! I also mentioned about a movie I watched about a wild black stallion who was on a boat being taken over to Arabia, and there was a big storm, the whole boat capsized, but a young boy saved the horse, and they both ended up swimming to deserted island, the rest of the movie was about how these two got to know one another on the island, I guess until someone saved them. (I think it was called The Black Stallion?) I later, not so long ago now, watched a similar movie, but I think it had been changed from the original? And I took an image from that movie, along with that story, it was an image of a sand dune with a horse in the background, it wasn’t a significant image. I suspect some stupid little idiot has deleted that story, because of that image, so I encourage you to take photos of movies and stick them on the Internet, because some little dickhead IT nerd boy shouldn’t be allowed to hack my computer and delete images, just because they think there’s a copyright issue. There is not btw, taking snapshots of movies is not illegal in any way. (I went on YouTube and looked up “The Black Stallion”, there was a trailer, I think that was it, got a similar screenshot) Attention all computer hackers – FUCK OFF AND GET YOUR OWN LIFE {So, as I’ve been thinking about all my horse stories, and discovering all of the stories that have been stolen of my PC, there has also been a whole series of coinciding seed sales. So, I think somebody is stealing them and the same person or maybe a different person who is making it their business to pay attention to my stories, is purchasing my seeds every time something gets stolen! What the!} And, another little horse didi; I did horse-riding at school. One day it was “Share your horse with a handicap day” – it was this community program that the school participated in. For some reason that day I was running late, something that usually never happens. So, by the time I got there, all the horses were taken, and class had started. So, one of the teachers said I could ride her horse. She had a beautiful black thoroughbred; I think it was. When I started riding this horse, I could not believe it – it was like a dream. That horse was so easy, she could sense everything that was required of her, and sometimes in advance, as the teacher was taking the class, so the horse could read the teacher too. It was so different to the school ponies I was used to, who by their age had had a fair enough of little girls who wanted to ride about!! Another lucky and blessed experience, I shall never forget it. 24. Cornfields Stolen Horse Story Another story stolen off my PC! What is the obsession with my horse stories? Here it is again, I found a similar image online of the actual Cornfields. Btw, all images that are NOT mine (but ALSO including mine), that I use on my blog are “Public Domain -Free for personal and commercial use, no attrition necessary”. So if some stupid little girl is deleting my stories because they think there is copyright infringements THINK AGAIN you stoopid little 3rd born. (This includes several of my flower photos too.) And just because stoopid little 3rd born with narcissists CONTROL ISSUES, does not know where the image is from, DOES NOT GIVE THE RIGHT FOR stoopid little 3rd born TO STEAL FROM ME - The police = 3rd ticket for not speeding – some pervert computer nerds telling them I am stealing images – that is BULL stupids. Oh, and if you change your mind about an image, and change the licencing years later – TOO BAD. You cannot use this as a means to steal from people. STUPID POLICE. Do you see how SNEAKY thieves are, they ruin everything? They should be shot. So, my story goes, our other neighbours at ‘Holwood’, actually also our landlord, owned horses too, and I could ride over there. They had a few cornfields, {may have been sorghum} that I absolutely loved riding in, their roads were sandy smooth, so no stones that a horse could stumble on, plus the corn was 8ft high, I just loved riding through those cornfields, nothing could spook the horse, so I went as fast as I could get the horse to go, and she just loved it to, we were a great duo, having the times of our lives. I did have to walk the horse afterwards, so she would not catch a cold – all sweaty. Note my happy childhood and the healthy people around me, compared to adulthood and the unhealthy people around me – an extreme difference of tone. Anyone who works for Telstra and or the QLD police – mentally retarded. 25. Horse stories continued; fast riding, female bullies, and women in the race industry I did horse-riding at school, I was able to get a few good gallops in every time; there was a large paddock out the back, with a gully and a long straight. I would just love going as fast as I could up that straight. I think some of the other horse riders noticed that I sometimes used to ride really fast up that straight. And I’m not sure why, but none of the other girls would go for good gallops like I did? Maybe I did not see? I think maybe they were slightly fearful, or afraid to go really fast. Not only afraid of the horse and the unknown, but afraid of not being ‘ladylike’. Thus, they became not only jealous of me, but afraid of me. {see how women are women’s worst enemy} One time when I was out for a ride, on my own (I was always on my own, after my ‘horsy’ friend Michelle left, due to bullies), and I was riding down the back near the huge pines that adjoin the oval, and there were some girls hiding in the in the pines, they were yelling out obscenities of some sort. Verbal harassment (sound familiar? – this was the first time it happened!!) I couldn’t see who it was, the pines were too thick - but that was their aim, typical females, such cowards hiding and fighting - stupids. I’m thinking maybe it was the same girls who had a go at me when riding during class one time, if you recall my “Fiery Horse story”?? but I am really not sure, still today, no birdy has told me who it was. And it’s a little strange I can’t remember the faces or names of those other girls, as they were in my year, maybe it was Anna Harding? – you know how I love to Name and Shame! The only effective method in combatting grown adult female dogs. So, the bullying involved repeatedly trying to “put me in my place” so to speak, so female discrimination in regards to galloping a horse – utter wild freedom. Dogs trying to oppress other girls. Also, trying to ‘rain on my parade’ , so if I was happy, then they would try to ruin whatever the subject of the happiness, without coming across as a bitches, (no social media or phone recorders back then). The main reason they were verbally harassing me was sheer joy on my part, and them jealous of it – like dog jealous – they could FEEL MY JOY, and resented it, as they were not that joyful about anything – they had crap parents. Plane jealousy. As I update this in 2026, I note, those dogs, not sure if same female ones, but DOGS for sure, still do this bully tactic: I was over at Freshwater point recently and in this very remote spot, suddenly there was a stupid blonde, short dog, who had followed me the 2km down the bush track, then followed me down to the turtle beach and hid in the bushes. Literally hiding from me, about 300m away. As I was leaving, I could hear this stupid woman yelling loudly from her hiding spot, yelling gobbledygook (no idea what she was talking about) – I had my sore foot, so could not run and punch her in the face – as what she deserves. No, she deserves a bullet to the ear. Stupid dogs. Just so fucking stupid: fuck off you stupid blonde dogs. LEAVE ME ALONE. Surely my reference to DOGS WOULD BE ENOUGH TO KEEP TEHM AT BAY??? It’s strange how in life you can have so many problems which can cause great big conflicts, but amongst girls there doesn’t seem to be any real problems in the first place; fighting for no reason at all, yet they still cause these great big conflicts, due to their mere stupid bitchy jealous nature. I note THIS TYPE of person doesn’t grow out of either, they continue their stupid jealous reactions well into adulthood. I think, I know, it’s a 3rd born issue. Mothers ought to stop after 2 – and you really shouldn’t send your kids away to school, no one else is going to look after your kids, NO ONE - you’re naive if you think they will. Having said that I’ve come across mothers who are so bloody hopeless, boarding school would actually be a better option for their kids – I suspect these dogs I am talking about; their mothers so hopeless, they were sent away.} So, I know how to enjoy my life, (on my own) I’ve known for a very long time, I’ve known all my life how to be happy, and positive. I am not afraid on my own – I can take care of myself. I have ‘built in’ instincts. I’ve had to deal with these stupid jealous bitches all my life, - well, since that school anyway. I know how to deal with them; the best way to deal with them is to completely not have them in your life, it’s the only real solution, if you want to be happy – no bitches at all. I used to love riding fast, so much, that I probably should’ve been a jockey, back then! I was certainly tiny enough for it, but back then, girls weren’t jockeys. I do believe later they did a big thing in Australia, around Melbourne Cup Day, around about 2000 - 2002 sometime, when feminists (or stupid bitches, I’m not sure) were putting female jockeys in the Melbourne Cup, and as a result, they were totally bitchy to the existing young male jockeys who were already lined up to go. I saw it all unfold on television, channel 9, it was a disaster, there were these little blonde bully girl jockeys taking over the race. And ever since then I feel like the Melbourne Cup has been rigged anyway. It is rigged. They seem to insert names of my associations into the race and turn their race into a race of life – they are stupid. So not sure if it is 2nd race or the whole thing is fake. Same as the Olympics. Oh I miss horse riding. No laws about how fast you can go on a horse. HA you stupid dogs – you lose. 26. What, No Horse at Rangari! When I moved to the farm at Rangari I decided I wouldn’t see, if I could somehow obtain a horse to ride, I felt I couldn’t really afford to do the shoeing. I found the shoeing was the most expensive part about horse-riding, or keeping a horse, because there was plenty to eat, I think maybe in drought times it could’ve been a different situation, but for the most part, there was no food expenses, and when I rode Batman, he certainly didn’t have any medical issues. The only thing I had to pay for, was the shoeing. Everybody knows a horse has hooves, which grow, and so every 2 months or so, the shoes (that u shaped piece of wrought iron) falls off and they need to be re-done (they can injure the horse if not done by hand) And so while perhaps in the olden days, it would be easy enough to get someone to do it, I feel as the years went by, it was getting harder to find someone to come out to a farm and do this service. I wasn’t confident that I could find someone reliable enough to do it, a shoe smith is not a job for the fainthearted. It requires someone with strength, so only a man could do this as a full-time job. He needs to hold up the horses back leg, which is very heavy, even a small horse has a heavy back leg, and he has to hold it the whole time while they remove the old shoe, and put the new shoe on. So, the type of person needed to do this particular job needs not only strength, but they have to be good natured to deal with animals, as well as honest, because he’s someone who travels out to people‘s private properties. So, I was not confident that I would have a reliable person to do it, even if I scraped enough money up to pay him. {even though I did have someone good to do the shoeing for Batman, but that was the other side of town}. I definitely missed riding batman. That reminds me of another story; I had set up pine jumps on one of the paddocks at “Rowan Leigh” there was a big contour bank, and the farmer had chopped down the pines, they’re bit of a weed out there (the ones that have the divine pine scent). And so, I had taken those dead pine trunks, and turned them into jumps. Even though Batman was a trained Stockhorse, and he knew it; so was reluctant to do anything else, he would only oblige me and my jumping, because I loved it so much. Provided, I didn’t make the jumps too high; I remember one-day, seeing how high I could get him to jump, I got off him, and made the jump taller making sure he was watching so he could see I was making twice as high. I made sure it was the first jump in the row (there were about 15 jumps, all spaced about 20m apart) I raised the first one, because, Batman did not like to jump like all the other horses, at a steady canter, he liked to jump going at a full gallop, what I called like a ‘Bat out of Hell’! So hopefully for the first one, he still would not be going too fast – so we set off, but sure enough he balked, and I could see what was about to happen, I was about to fall on top of the jump -you can’t stop gravity no matter how good are rider you are, and so I moaned in anticipation, and at that point my head was kind of up near Batman‘s ear, and he heard me moaning, and so do you know what this horse did, it was fairly unbelievable, I’m not sure you’ll believe me when I tell you, but as soon as he heard me moan, he moved his whole body in a right angle, so he kind of caught me as I was coming down, so instead of landing on the jump, I landed back in the saddle, a bit skew-whiff but nevertheless I didn’t fall off, so how about that! He literally saved me! You know it really does pay to express yourself, whenever you can! (Although, perhaps if I made that jump no 4 or 5, in full gallop, he probably would have cleared it no problems, it was like he was making a statement, “no I don’t want to jump to high, see!” I was also saved by a horse at pony camp, I’ve mentioned on my blog that I do not recommend pony camp. When I went there, (Gunnedah Pony Camp, at 15 or something) I was having such a difficult time from some of the stupid little girl bitches who were also attending. It also involved Steve Carter, infact I would say ALL his fault, as the main “bully bitch” was some stupid blonde that he was fucking at the time, he was egging her on. You know it’s situations like this where a group of people see what’s going on, and it’s like those bullies have set me up for disrespect from the group, for the rest of my life. I bet that stupid Cunt from Centrelink refused me Austudy as a direct result of Steve Carters actions (he is blonde too btw). OMG, the slow realization about the truth of blondes; stupid. Those two people responsible, 3 actually, the stupid blonde bitch had a minion; have done, irreparable damage to my life, and they are going to have some very bad karma. Steve Carter had a ‘spiritual’ chance to make up for his actions later, (I’m talking about the house), but he did not take it. I really do not have to do anything else, his problems have not even begun yet. By the way, my horse that I had at Pony camp was smarter than anyone any other human in my life at that time - he was trying to save me with his leg, his “lame” leg. Eventually he did, I left earlier than the 7 days. But he was too late. Or I guess only God knows what may have happened in those 2 days if I stayed. I recall there was also a total shower pervert there, Stuart Brady. Yuk. Mum had arranged that horse from someone I did not know, and this horse could see what was going on with all the stupid bitch girls, quite remarkable. More so than anyone else. Plus, this horse tried to save me from a terrible situation. I’m not going to tell you exactly, how he did it, because it’s a bit of a horse secret, and I don’t want to let their horse secret known. But horses are way cleverer than any human I have ever met. They are more evolved; they have no fear, so have evolved. The horse shown above looks like my horse “Cindy” that I rode as a young 4-5yr old, at Limbri, there are photos of Cindy and me (naked me) in our family album! 27. Who put that Trotter in there! Oh, and one other thing when I moved to Bulga, (read photo story “Bulga cottage on paddock with horses on Cull farm” on page 1) before the race horses were put in the yard, I think, if I can recall, someone put in a retired Trotter in my paddock, Mary. So, I was able to ride this horse, another good-natured horse, easy to catch. Except well, I loved to Canter and Gallop, and this horse only knew how to trot, I ended up getting a stitch every time we went for a ride - rising to the trot - such a fast pace! Who put that horse there! And while I mentioned those horses on Cull farm. One from the group of retired race horses that were put in my paddock, was very ‘bad natured’ horse. I later discovered it was because of its previous owner, a male farmer, who didn’t treat it properly with respect, and so the horse developed a bad nature. I find it extraordinary how a male farmer wouldn’t know how to handle a horse properly - they must be simpleton simpleton simpleton . Horses are like little third graders, they’re so easy to control and manipulate, why you would need to use force or cruelty, or disrespect of any sort, is beyond comprehension. Really and truly, for goodness sakes, go and read The Seven Games of Natural Horsemanship. You know, when I rode Batman, he only spooked once the entire time I was there, and that was when one evening I as visiting my neighbours and found myself still there just after dusk, (we had yabbies for dinner, from my dam, that we had just caught in the morning. Sauteed in garlic – yum! J) but it was a full moon, and a lovely evening, I was looking forward to riding him the 3km or so back to my house, just as we set off a lit a cigarette (still smoked then) and he gave a little startle to the light in the dark. mmm, such happy horse memories….. 28. Horse Story no 8, re Slow Motion Since I moved to my new unit in Queensland, the stealing has greatly been reduced, in fact in the 6 months I’ve been here, I think only 4 items are missing. However, what I have noticed, instead, has been taken, are my little stories from my blog. Currently it is September 2022, and I’m discovering, about on average, 1 little story per week that has gone missing, all traces gone missing, gone off my blog, gone off my PC, and gone from my Outlook emails. I’m having to rewrite them - which is a real nuisance! The person who has taken them are a Nuisance. The latest one I have discovered taken, was another one of my horse stories; One horse riding class, way back in school, in the 1980’s, there was a gung-ho horse mistress, who was lunging horse and rider together around in the arena. I’m not entirely certain why she was doing this, the whole exercise seems pointless, but when it was my turn, and as the lunger had the reins, and the rider had none, and thus limited control, sooner or later, I was going to fall off {although if the horse mistress had of been a little bit savvy, this would not have happened, I believe though it was done deliberatley – I certainly cannot trust a woman with the reins} So, at any rate, I did fall off, and what happened was; I could feel myself falling, and suddenly, as I went over, everything went into slow motion, and I could see the horses girth as my head went down, and then I could see its top leg thigh, then its knee. It was like I was just observing all of these body parts as I was falling, and I was saying to myself each one that I could see it when I got up to it. It was like I was explaining to myself what was happening, until I could see the ground coming, and then suddenly landed, albeit not injured at all, as the ground was a thick layer of sawdust (inside the arena). So, there were two things strange about this situation, one was the slow-motion experience, which was a little bizarre and it just goes to show you how clever your mind really can be. The other thing was why there are certain women that want to lunge young girls around in circles; this is a ridiculous concept, and stems from major control issues. As an old woman now- this problem is still very prevalent in society – major dysfunctional woman out there trying to control the situation, when THEY SHOULD NOT, and HAVE NO PLACE/RIGHT, to do so. Such a little girl problem in grown women; as it is little girls who cannot see it is not their right to control the situation. {This is such a simple issue to fix in a woman, how have these women, as adults not learnt this??}. Years later after I left school and was riding with a neighbour, a slightly older woman, she too wanted to do exactly the same exercise, it was quite bizarre, I had to put the brakes on as again I would have fallen, she was by no means, savvy enough. A few years ago, I was watching a wonderful version of Sherlock Holmes from the BBC, and in this episode, Sherlock got himself into a dire situation, and suddenly everything went into slow motion for him, as he was thinking about what he could do to resolve it, and this was exactly what happened to me, it was just like that scene, only of course I couldn’t do anything to resolve the situation, I just had to watch it as it happened. And so, the person who keeps stealing my stories, particularly horse ones; bugger off and get your own horse, and get your own horse stories. And in case you haven’t worked out, which obviously you don’t know, because you’re stealing; you actually have to pay for everything in life, one way or the other - it will catch up to you, so do yourself a favour and stop stealing things that are NOT yours. Although, having said that, on my blog I have heaps of stories that carry a topic of interest, so I really think any story taken and used and or adapted is most certainly a help to society. Just leave my story where you found it. 29. Horses on Holidays On the 1 holiday I went on, some 20 odd years ago now, I saw a brochure in the information centre, with a horse and rider galloping along the beach, in the gentle breaking waves. I had always wanted to go horse riding on the beach and canter through the breaking waves, always. And around Cairns would be ideal because there’s no big surf to spook the horse. So, I thought, hooray, I’ll go and do it, spend my money on that. Off I went, so ¾ of the way through the trail, which was just through a sparse deforested area that was practically farmland, finally we got to the beach; but the guide said “we were not to go anywhere near the water as it will destroy the tack”. (Tack is horse gear) It was very disappointing, I was really annoyed about this because you can get saddles that are not leather, but actually I think leather should hold up in salt water anyway….AND their brochure had someone cantering along the beach through the water. So, it’s totally false advertising and, I feel this is typical Australians wanting to play Nazi rules – they are so anal, it’s ridiculous, it’s like they have this barrier up to stop themselves and the people around them from having fun. They are so unevolved. They should stop over at the Caribbean and see how it’s done, you can go horseback riding on the beach over there, although they said it’s at a cost $250 per hour! J In one of my photo stories (Future Business Mission on p7), I say, I would love to own a Horse and Carriage business in the tropics, to take people on a beautiful scenic botanical journey, as a part of vacation activities. {I plan on winning the lottery so I can actually do it!} Although, after living in the subtropics now for not even 12 months I can see there’s going to be a huge problem for doing anything horse related, and that is the tics. As soon as any animal wonders past a bush, I’m sure at least five tics jumps on, and then again when they wonder past the next bush…! I have seen some horses in the area, so I do wonder how they survive, they possibly take that veterinary prescribed Spot-On treatment, although if you’ve read my blog, you know that I’m very much opposed to such a cancer-causing treatment. I guess I shouldn’t worry about such a hurdle until I actually win the lottery! Feel free to contact me if you have a beautiful holiday spot that runs near a beach (in the tropics) and would like to offer scenic carriage rides around the property. 30. Zig Zagging through an Acacia lined little country rd Oooh if only I took a photo at the time (if only I had a camera! actually not having a camera was the source of many problems when I was in my 20’s and 30’s). If anyone would like to go and get a photo of the road I’m talking about, it is Wightman Rd & Tunningley Ln, Emerald Hill, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia One day I ventured over to this little laneway on my horse Batman, and it was the prettiest little road that you have ever seen, I was so thrilled and excited about this little laneway, it was in full flower, with the most fragrantly beautifully scented Acacias. My horse thought so too, and he started zigzagging from one side of the road to the other to stop on each side to smell the Acacias!! We had a lovely afternoon! What makes this little sweet road different from the others, is that it is untouched, by councilmen, who typically come along and mow both sides of the roads so nothing grows. For some reason they neglected this road, and now look how beautiful it is. From google maps it still looks like it is Acacia lined. They flower in August (I think it was August?) I have noticed recently, up here in Queensland now, I don’t know if this is everywhere across Australia, but some silly twit has given the go-ahead for councils to spray with glyphosate (a poison). I can’t believe they do this; we’ve survived all these generations without having to use a poisons on the roadside. It is still not necessary today. So could someone with some common sense, please go and tell those councils to wake up and smell the roses. Life Stories P6 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6 (this) , LSP7, LSP8, LSP9. 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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 P22 - 1. Supermarkets Playing Class I noticed this happening at Bundaberg Coles, I don't think it happens at every Coles, as at that time, I think this whole scenario, I feel was influenced by one of my neighbours, who happen to be friends with my landlord, and who, after I had been living there for some time I realised that my landlord was actually a sister of a girl I went to school with she had changed her name, I had previously met her 30yrs prior, aswell her friend Winifried. I wrote about Winifried at the school library, he had some sort of issue feeling threatened by someone at a private school, although I suspect he did attend a private school. I don't know how this person is involved with Coles, but I know he is because of the Almond story and re delivery drivers literally stealing my food en route. {He would automatically go into the “thieving arsehole” category, and anyone influenced by him, such as the delivery drivers, and or packing girls, would automatically also fall into the “completely stupid” category. So back then (2021), after I wrote my story, which I can't even find, {probably stolen}, I made some comments about, if your child eats correctly, healthy and is given all the nutrition that they need; then if that someone was from a low income family, they can grow up to ‘play’ in the same arena as a high income person, and compete evenly, (and win) - that's how important food is. So, after I wrote it, I noticed Coles changed all of their highly nutritious foods to be way more expensive, and they put the prices down on ‘junk’ food - a clear thing I observed them do when I was shopping online from the comfort of my living room at that time. AND I was outraged by it - it is clear example of stupid little girls playing class. At one point I thought they were literally encouraging low-income people to buy bad quality foods to ensure that they CANNOT PLAY in the same arena as wealthy people – like they were so offended by my words: “AS IF a poor person would be able to compete with me!” it’s like arrogant greedy, social, climbing women who work at the supermarkets, were having so much fun at playing class, that the concept of treating everyone equally was just to absurd for them. So, they deliberatley try to inflict high fat/sugar/salt foods, (that ultimately will kill them) on ‘bargain hunters’. So this could be 100% online IT nerds, they have the arrogance to do that. But who knows ALL the guilty parties. Newsflash: you cannot sell rotten fruit at a discounted price. I mentioned in one of my stories, that I lived in a house that had a Walnut tree; I was able to taste fresh walnuts off the tree, and they were unbelievable, completely different from the walnuts that you purchased at the supermarket, so delicious - because basically I didn’t like walnuts before, but when I had one of these ones, it was really palatable and yummy. Unusual. So, if you’re a person with a backyard, then it is beyond your best wishes to fill it with edible fruit and nut trees, because the supermarkets are catering for the masses with failures left right and centre. If you are sick of hearing (passively aggressively) that only wealthy people should be able to eat good food, then plant fruit and nut trees, and grows vegetables (such a huge difference in flavour between freshly grown organic vegetables and the supermarket varieties, HUGE). You cannot rely on the supermarket to look after your child – you have to provide good food. I really find it odd how so many gardens and public spaces are devoid of fruit and nut trees; there ought to be so much fruit growing that people would want to give away and swap without any thought to expense or greed. The fact that this is not the case, I can only put it down to most Australians are still asleep at the wheel. Wakey Wakey Ozzy Oi Oi Oi! 2. 2025 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 2025 Beethoven for demanding extra keys with higher notes to be added to the piano November 2025 People improving construction; well done Lennartz of Germany for first producing carbide-tipped circular, cermet-carbide circular and saw blades. Then the thin-kerf, disposable cermet-tipped circular saws by the japaneses Kanefusa and Tenryu. Plus Horst Doepcke and Arno Willemeit for the "Braunschweig geometry" for carbide teeth. October 2025 John llham; genius small businessman from Melbourne; single-handedly came up with a better way than Telstra to make mobile phones available for everyone. Telstra are indebt to him. September 2025 John Dunsworth, dad of dare I say it, 10 kids, but then making sure he gave each of those 10 kids, a plot of land to build their home!! August 2025 George Cadbury not just for his chocolate, but for his ethics; he was a true hero. July 2025 Mary Anderson for inventing the windscreenwiper and not getting any credit for it June 2025 Ghostnet removers - retrieve the nets that disgusting, careless, non-thinking fisherman discard into the ocean which kills hundreds if not thousands of fish in a cruel manner. May 2025 All the numerous coconut waste utilizers; so many ways to reuse the waste fibre. April 2025 Geraldine Anderson or is it Jerry Jensen - there seems to be some misinformation out there, but I am referring to the woman who brought about ‘court enforcement’ for child support after a divorce. March 2025 Phil McCrory for observing hair/fur absorbs oil in water, better than anything, and went into partner with Lisa Gautier to create mats to soak up hopeless BP tanker oil spills. February 2025 Woollies del driver couldn't get truck up drive in the rain, instead of calling me, this guy unpacked my groceries and carried them up the 600m hill driveway for me. January 2025 Brian Hart (Bike Index), recovered $30 million worth of stolen 3. Proof for Some Reason, Intojobs car Harassing me Sunday afternoon during Cyclone, plus 3 other cars Complaints being ignored, so Social Media post on FB re Workforce Australia Ok, this car was following me and harassing me a couple of weeks ago at Woollies on Sunday afternoon in the middle of the cyclone - harassing me in the form of beeping. So, they were not parked there, they had just pulled in after me, started beeping madly at me, then took off. I have seen that car 15 times over the last 2yrs every time I leave the house (I don't get out much). It is them who is stalking me and stealing from me?? I have complained numerous times on this blog about the fact that I am being followed and harassed wherever I go by dogs. Infact I will include a little story to show by example how the dogs affect my life: I hired a little boat with driver, so I could try and do a cold-water treatment out in the ocean. I was out there for 3hrs but it didn't work, the water wasn't cold enough, I wasn't relaxed enough, and didn't have proper flotation device. Anyway, there was a couple that took me out there, their boat hire company from Facebook. So, I was talking to them for quite some time out there too, and I was expressing some interest in taking a diving course because it involves being in deep water for a long time: thought it might be good for my foot!! So, the guy, he was really enthusiastic about this, and he wanted to do the diving course with me up at Airlie Beach!! I thought at the time it was very nice of him to say, but I could not even fathom the concept of actually doing this, as aside from money related problems, I mean, what am I meant to say to him: “well I might appear like a normal person but really I'm not because I have these stupid dogs that follow me around everywhere I go, and they like to playsides, by that I mean: if you're friends with me they'll start attacking you, until you are no longer friends and are infact an arshole – you will not be able to help yourself, as they are so manipulative and most people are really naive – so its best I do not harbor any friends.” !! Would he be offended at such reality? Would he believe it?? Probably not, people do not like the ugly truth in my experience. I could give more examples, like friends on Facebook, and girls at Tafe, but I can’t be bothered. And {Good luck getting a job in Australia if you don’t have any friends}. So back to that Sunday afternoon when I went to do a grocery pick up at Sarina Woollies, it happened to be in the middle of a cyclone so there was nobody out and about. It was only lucky that I could get in as the water was right up at the Sarina Bridge, but as there was no one else about, the dogs were really obvious: I could see them plain as day. Aside from that blue IntoJobs car, there were 2 Toyota Hilux’s and a white SUV, all driving around me. One of them squirted water on me in a puddle; they couldn’t resist, because they are stupid. And I think they may have stolen $15 from me, but I am not sure as I was distracted – in my extensive experience, that’s why they need 4 cars. It is odd that they used a car with the logo on it “IntoJobs” – these people do not want to be caught and sued, usually maybe this time they want to be caught?? Like it’s a thing that they don’t be caught, so they can accuse me of being crazy “what, no one is following you – you are paranoid”. IT’S A BIG THING FOR WOMEN – this accusation. But this beeping is a typical example of how they harass me: they drive up to me beep and then drive off, it happens all the time, started happening frequently at Gin Gin in 2020. {Usually, its women who do it – most people think men are the real arsholes and predators in life, but I can assure, women are way worse, especially when it comes to stalking}. It's incredibly annoying, a total nuisance, and at this point, after years, it's total torment. Psychological torment. I don't feel safe after that incident a couple of weeks ago to drive back into Sarina. As they are also somehow doing damage to my car: Car people are involved with the IntoJobs people. I did report them to police. It’s like they're all friends and they have decided that I am the common enemy - because they are stupid - they're stupid people. I am sick of seeing people’s weakness. I also sent this photograph to IntoJobs, I have their email because there was an incident when Centrelink said that I have to go and speak to someone at IntoJobs (the tyrannical bitch said this - of course I did not really have to, because I have a medical certificate) - eventually I got onto a “proper person” who said “oh yes, no you don't have to go see them”, after I already gone and saw them, as they stopped my payments – see what they do. Really think about that. So, I've had nothing to do with this company since that mess up. As far as I'm concerned they're just some sicko creeps who is stalking me. After I put in my complaint in with IntoJobs, I didn't hear back from them of course, so I complained again, (I just sent them the same email, but this time told them not to be such fucking cowards). I still haven't heard back from them. Should I start harassing them in turn?? Call them up every day, yell at them, verbally harass them, go into their office and take things?? Accuse them of being crazy, ‘what I’m not harassing you, I’m not really even here’?? See how they like it? Fucking idiots. I know in the past if you complain to Centrelink about jobs providers they don't do anything, plus if you persist with a complaint (as some of them are truly evil, and do worse than mere stalking and verbal harassment), they'll say “they (as in Centrelink) don't have anything to do with the jobs providers, and that the Department of Education is the person who is in charge of jobs providers.” This is what they've told me, word for word: I'm not sure if it's true, but if you complain to the Department of Education, still nothing happens. Someone told me it's workforce Australia who are harassing me, they are using unemployed people to do it, to drive their cars and harass me - like for a fun activity, as that the jobs providers wants to be really cool and “in” with unemployed people, so they're getting them to drive cars.....I don't know if that's true, actually it sounds exactly like what people would do with their friends - I know that's what they do in the entertainment industry; they get unemployed actors to do all of this fake news stuff, like in the hundreds, they get hundreds of thousands of unemployed people, to act out scenarios for the news networks. They pay them - it's such a waste of money, it's unbelievable. Not to mention a total lie, and deception for society with fake news. Bit of jobs provider copycat going on? So, I'm writing this on my blog, plus I've also sent this to the Morning Bulletin, I believe they can do something about it, but there's dogs on Facebook, and they have deleted, or I think they banned me from Morning Bulletin page, I'm not entirely sure, but I'm unable to comment on their page anymore, so I just sent them an email directly. You know for a government department to stalk and harass and torture someone over a period of years: this is grounds for Sueing, and up for thousands: who do you think you are? I have since also received 2 speeding tickets in 6mnths from the police (one NOT speeding), and am being stalked by them, and my plants and seeds that I sell (I have a business, Farm Plants and Seeds, arranged by 2 jobs providers in Gunnedah, I suspect they are stealing any money I make from the people who buy my plants - like they are picking on my customers through me and in the process leaving me in the red, whilst telling people I am rich. They are totally antagonistic; FUCK OFF YOU LUNATICS WHO JUST WANT TO ANTAGONIZE ME. FUCK OFF I did a 2nd one to this story: Complaints being ignored, so Social Media post on FB re WorkForce Australia Someone was showing me this beautiful spot in Switzerland, it was so scenic, giant green mountains and gorgeous waterfalls, a quaint village. In the middle of the landscape, we the viewer, saw a train go through, just gently, quietly gliding by. - There were no idiots in cars, tooting and beeping, like there are in Australia. Compared to the Swiss, Australians are just completely mentally retarded bogan car rev heads (who drive within the speed limit). {stupid police} I think Intojobs and Aimbig are having some sort of competition, and the loser gets beeped at by the other, as in 'ha ha beep beep you lose toot toot'. And in the process, they somehow seem to be using me; pervs, and stalking me. It is purely about money. I have naught to do with either of them, I only see their cars following me, and hear their CONSTANT tooting. I put in a complaint of harassment - did not hear back from them or Workforce Australia. 3mths later, I get a response from Department of Employment and Workplace Relations “they are going to do an investigation” Mmm,we’ll see! 1 mnth later another email “we are still continuing our investigation and are waiting response from intojobs”. So the following week; a car just driving back-and-forth outside my house (wasting petrol, polluting the environment, and being a sound nuisance over a few days, night and day). Then couple of days later I go around to collect some seed from some person's house on SB road, as I was talking to the owner outside in their front yard, I can hear the same car that go back-and-forth; one of them was a Ute, single cab, flat tray, it's different from the one I've named/shown before. I had been recording but suddenly just before, I turned the camera off to take a photo. Then another car banged as I left. So still, same people from cyclone day, are harassing me - this time no sign on car “intojobs”. I couldn't see who was driving. The only thing I really know for sure about these people, is that they are a total perverts. (And or, they possibly think I am “Godiva” lol !!!) So I then replied to the second email, and told “Laura”; ‘that they were failing in their investigation, as those same people are still harassing me (Sunday afternoon again). I'm pretty sure they are trying to psychologically make me feel like a loser with their beeping and banging as in "you lost that situation, you lose, you're a loser". And so if I enter the same situation again in the future, I will remember that humiliation, and not to be so confident. Terrorising a lady like this; you're disgusting and your the real looser. You belong in jail. God sees everything.’ 4. More QLD skills and less QLD alcos, plus “Swapping” Thievery This story was stolen, so I’m going to rewrite it. I’ve noticed a distinct lack of skills in Queensland. Maybe about 20 years ago in NSW, politicians came up with a plan to increase skills in NSW (I personally believe this was motivated due to all the dogs that follow me around - they were so obvious, that it was hard not to notice). So, their plan was to send a lot of people off to uni or Tafe to learn a skill, there was incentives implemented to do so. They termed it “education nation”. I feel after living in NSW, and now compared to living in Qld, it worked, and the same mission needs to be applied to Queenslanders, so, if I have a small appliance that needs to be repaired or a small engine, like my sewing machine, or generator, it can be fixed. And if I need advice on an electrical inverter, I can receive it – you cannot do this as things are in 2025. No electricians, no repairers, no savviness. There are other areas I can see where there’s a lacking, like, food preparation; bakeries (croissant‘s), and the whole massage industry; with different techniques of massage. {oooh is that why that shiatsu guy and his wife were in Mackay?.....since I did not go there, he accused me of stealing – what an arshole.} Anyway, and of course the pride factor in the attitude towards doing a good job, this is an area that well needs to be improved. Don’t be afraid to be a tall poppy. It just so happens that I’ve had some major back problems over the last three weeks (2021). I went to the Chyro, but I don’t think it’s a problem he can fix, I think it’s just a kind of a muscle problem, maybe a strain, and I need a good masseur, I thought I’ll have a little look online, I mean occasionally I look for masseur, but I can never afford them, and I really am not prepared to spend a lot of money on someone who doesn’t come recommended. I know there would be quite a few in Bundaberg who would not have the qualifications or the intuition to be good. {in 2025 the Dr said my back pain was from my Scoliosis – well good to know. BUT JUST EXACTLY WHY DID THE DR I SAW IN GIN GIN NOT TELL ME THIS?????? – see case in point skills shortage. Swapping Thievery - items ‘swapped’ over for poorer quality or broken items. “Break and enter” • Quality dark cocoa from America swapped for pale cocoa. • Premium petrol for the mower swapped for regular. • My good fabric scissors swapped for same brand blunt and damaged ones. • Sharp machine needles swapped for blunts. • Black lycra swapped for navy lycra. • 2” rural ag pipe swapped for a 6m length that was folded in half. • I know there would be heaps more that I am not fully aware of and or did not keep track of over the years. Heaps of Kmart items swapped over – retailers / shoppers are doing it. Little girls are doing it. All would have been done by WOMEN – your thievery nature disgusts me. I will put in a separate story about the scissors, I thought I had written about it, but appears to be missing. It was my story about when I was 18 and my mum took me to Greenfields to purchase materials on my Tafe supply list that they gave me before term started. The sales girls gave me this ginormous pair of fabric scissors’ I mean they were huge! The biggest scissors you have ever seen. Big black handle and big thick metal blades. And, well, my hands are like the erst of my body, petite! I'm not sure what that sales girl was thinking, perhaps not thinking at all or perhaps she just wanted to get rid of items that were not selling? More likely. I think maybe these scissors were man's tailors, like an Italian tailors scissors – and male tailors are a rare and dying breed. Anyway, so over the years in the “rag trade” every so often all the girls would get together and get their scissors sharpened, and for some reason they could never do mine, they could do everybody else's, but not mine. I don't know whether the scissor sharpening guy was just being discriminative or if there's something genuinely wrong with my big scissors – you would think being big, they would be extra easy. Who knows. But after my mum died I inherited her red fabric scissors, she actually had 3 pairs for some reason, all identical red ones. So, my blunt black pair was relegated to the tool room for cutting irrigation pipe – did a pretty good job actually. Then also over the years that I have had the 3 red ones, I'm fairly certain they've been stolen and swapped for really blunt ones. Plus, I still have had problems getting them sharpened, only seemed to get “half sharpened”, again, don’t know if the scissor guy is just completely unskilled, or discriminative? But I know those red ones can be sharpened. And I'm not sure why that scissor story would have been stolen. I wrote that when I was at Gin Gin, 2020/2021. I noticed there's heaps of stories I wrote at Gin Gin have been stolen. What the. 5. Fear Mongering me Personally I am finally writing about this today in more detail I have mentioned it a few times, a lot of people fear monger, but it's usually not really a personal thing to me. Some people just do it in general. If you go on Facebook you can see it occasionally. But yesterday when I was on Facebook they were fear mongering badly, and it was definitely a targeted thing, like they know now when I'm online, and they track me, they do all sorts of stupid things, atm, for maybe a year or so now, they are trying to make me afraid of blondes. This may have something to do with the fact that I have a stupid short blonde girl who stalks and steals from me, and I frequently write about it….. so, they're doing this in a very weird and passive aggressive manners by inserting blondes in pertinent moments, and telling them what to do and say to me (further confirming my suspicions). Same with the cars driving past my driveway, turning around driving back, constantly – using motorbikers and big black American boofhead cars - THIS is fear mongering. They are really trying hard – without seemingly so. (Afraid to get into to trouble for it – such irony!) You would think after constantly following me around all these years, they would have an inkling about my nature, my personality – but no – they stoopid. I had mentioned before; some thieves, if they can't steal from you when you're awake during the day, because you pay attention, then they'll steal from you at night when you're literally asleep; they have a skill set which can just further keep you “comfortable and relaxed” so that you don't wake up in alarm if you hear a noise. It's kind of like the opposite of fear mongering for them. So some of the fearmonger have also worked out, that they too can do it when I'm asleep. I remember the first time it happened, I woke up and I'm like, what the hell's going on! because I was just not familiar with the feelings of fear - it took me awhile to grasp ‘oh that's fear’. So you can deal with it quite easily once you know what's going on and are awake, but when you're asleep you don't have all those brain connections working. They can really cause some damage from stress at night. Those people will be going to hell. This all started back around 2016 or so, there was some girl, some stupid jealous dog, it could've been Katie Carter (?) or someone from tv industry (?) she asked the question (not sure who to) “why isn't she afraid” – she was referring to me. I have mentioned on my blog, that I'm not a fearful person. I mean, I have a normal fear response to bad situations, but the reason why I'm not a fearful person is because of my father. He was not a fear monger. He just wasn't. He wasn't a big ogre, like some parents are. {lol, weird how so many of those bloody dogs get major things wrong – stoopid dogs. I guess it’s a thing “if she’s single, it must be because of her father”. WRONG. LOL! Again – time out, while I hold my belly. (They are so arrogant, and think they are so superior - yet they got this wrong!!!! LOL!!. – I spelt it out on my blog already, I am not going to repeat it here. Anyway, so because this girl asked that question. I've had people trying to inflict fear on me, like a challenge. So, they want to see fear. They are nuts, and had a father who fear mongered (or mother I guess). Sickos. It seems to be women doing it too. And they are far and widespread, a cult of sickoes. They're the same people who try to make me angry. Like that story on my “The Looking Game, The Sign Game, The Winning Losing Game, and The AM & PM Game” - if I go to Kmart, problems are ’arranged’ specifically for me, with the sole point of trying to make me feel uncomfortable, they send in ‘dogs’. I asked once ‘who arranges the dogs Kmart’, and I was told “the staff, management, the manager, hands out $25 vouchers to people in the mall, outside, as I arrive in the car park, so there's a big influx of people instore just before I walk in”, which in turn means that I have to wait for extended periods for my click and collect, which is meant to be ready when I arrive. (30 minutes it took them once). So, to the cult of “how can we piss off Emily Bieman” and “make her afraid”: it is not my fault you had a cunt mother or arshole father….. I mean, I am doing my best to try to raise the standard of parenting in Australia – as it is a huge widespread problem, affecting many kids who turn into adults and carry these dysfunctions. Mothers generally are the root cause of all problems. So, since I am trying my best to help “your kind” - stop taking your personal frustrations out on me. Go see a shrink. 6. Security Cameras I need to talk about security cameras; back in 2015, after I realised I was being targeted as a victim to steal from, by petty thievers/stupid people, I purchased a CCTV camera system for the house. It had 8 cameras and a big 2TB storage unit. It was kind of expensive, $1000 thereabouts. And cost $20 a month to run. (Well, that’s how much the bill changed if I had it switched on/or off). Ultimately did it deter the thieves: NO, it did not. Because, being dogs, they knew I had a cctv system, and they would just switch my power off, which means that there was no cameras recording while they broke, entered and stole - they switched my power off dozens, if not hundreds of times, like every time I went out, the cameras would be switched off, I'd come home and discover the power had been switched off; all my clocks were flashing, I had to reset everything. At one point this happened every single time I left the house and went into town. I would say from 2016 onwards. So, then I really tried to limit the amount of times I went in to town -like once every 3 mnths. I got a second big freezer. I tried pad locking the gate. I tried getting the police to get of their lazy car arses and do something about it – but nothing deterred the thieves. So, for the organised dogs who are stealing from me, there is no point having cameras. I should not have wasted my money – but, there are 2 different types of thieves, aside from the main ones who steal from me, the organised dog network, there are just opportunists who see me, then follow me, in hopes to steal from me. So, cameras deter those kinds of people, they're not organised, or from a network of criminals who watch every move I make to see how they can steal. Although some will stalk me and hang out at the neighbours place watching what I do all week, until they think they have me figured out, and make their move. They did that at Gin Gin and they do it here. The neighbours encourage them. Some neighbours are fucked people. So back in 2015 or so, there were no iPads or camera phone, I had an iPod, but that didn't have camera recording on it like our phones do now. So since then, over the year I have added my devices as security, as they do not require power. Now initially these worked well against the organized female dog network who steal from me. When I first got them they lasted eight hours recording! (they definitely don't last that long anymore). But then of course the thieves have come up with ways to hack devices and switch them off, and or steal whole recordings or photos, which they do I see them hacking my devices all the time – I even got the Ip address of 2 of them, but no one knows what to do with such info, the QLD police instead of doing anything about it, fined me $1000 in fake car tickets. Thieves can also hack the security software that I have installed: I purchased (instead of a CCTV camera at my new address), I have Tapo security cameras that don't need cables - so I just have to hook the camera up and they work by Wi-Fi. So, if it's Wi-Fi then it can be hacked easily, like it seems to me that even the high school boys next door can do it, the perverts can do it in the hopes that I've got a camera set up in a private area, which of course I do not. I really only purchased them to deter the bush turkeys from digging up my garden – it has a loud speaker alarm on motion detect, which is a great deterrent, although as far as deterrents go, I found my motion detection lights are the best are deterring bandicoots from digging up my garden at night, the ones I got are brilliant, $10 each, portable solar ones, except they are not water proof, so putting them in the sun, and not rain, is a little challenging - but doable! (from Temu!) I have 4 around the house. So, for instance, if I set up the iPad camera, press record, come back two minutes later and see that it is recording still, a few times, I saw that NOT still recording, like after 1 minute it just switched off, so no reason, it just did. But, I have discovered if I disconnect Wi-Fi, Bluetooth and mobile Internet, then it doesn't do that, I mean it didn't do it for a couple of years, but then only last month it did do it again, and there was no Internet connection - so I don't know how the dog managed to do that? I did see them experimenting, in cars, whilst driving: when I was driving down to the letter box, I was recording my speedometer {because I'm having problems with the Sarina and Mackay police, QLD Police, giving me fake speeding tickets (3), when I was not speeding (at least for 1 of them for sure), so I have a camera on my speedometer now, and I saw them switch it off in the middle of recording, I wasn't speeding - I think they were just trying it, like testing their equipment; I had recently mentioned on Facebook, that I have a camera on my speedometer now. So, they're trying to set up a way that they can win in court - BY CHEATING - the police do this. So not only the computer nerd high school boy next door - but the police. So, this behaviour confirms my recent theory that it is the police stealing from me in petty crime manner. They are the female dog network?? So, if you read this, you might feel there's no point in having security cameras at all, but I do believe they have saved me on other occasions, like I know if I wear my body camera out - which I do all the time, the harassment I'm used to getting has mostly been eradicated. When I first started doing it I caught dogs red-handed on camera stealing from me at the checkout, harassing me, but after I put that online, it has not happened again. EXTREMEMLY EFFECTIVE. Very beneficial having a camera record everything I do, when I go out into public. AND, not only to prevent people from behaving badly, and be awake, (yeah, great job parents of Australia – why don’t you keep your bimbo daughters asleep and in zomby mode???), but it's a really good record of events, particularly if I go to the doctor; sometimes, you just don't really realise that that you miss things that they're talking about – like a doctor would have a lot of good information when they speak, so it's good to be able to go back and check the conversation, when they were explaining some medical thing to you. A couple of times when I checked the convo, I saw/heard I had missed something; and I'm a pretty good listener compared to most people that I encounter, so, I encourage everybody to actually record their doctors sessions, at least. Quick mention re carcam – brilliant, so good, that the criminal dog network who follow me, (everywhere I go), literally break my camera so I can’t use it, I have purchased 3 so far, and it cost $400 for the wiring, they just break it, easy as pie. So it needs to be built in by the manufacturer at the least. My camera also records inside the car after I have switched engine off for 1/2hr or so, which is SUPER BRILLIANT, as thugs (organized by the female dogs), break into my car, in the carpark, and take things out of the car, whatever is in there, they take, they don’t seem to care what it is. Glasses was there no 1 item in Gunnedah – dozens of them have been stolen from me. 7. Complaints being ignored, so Social Media post on FB re WorkForce Australia Someone was showing me this beautiful spot in Switzerland, it was so scenic, giant green mountains and gorgeous waterfalls, a quaint village. In the middle of the landscape, we the viewer, saw a train go through, just gently, quietly gliding by. - There were no idiots in cars, tooting and beeping, like there are in Australia. Compared to the Swiss, Australians are just completely mentally retarded bogan car rev heads (who drive within the speed limit). {stupid police} I think Intojobs and Aimbig are having some sort of competition, and the loser gets beeped at by the other, as in 'ha ha beep beep you lose toot toot'. And in the process, they somehow seem to be using me; pervs, and stalking me. It is purely about money. I have naught to do with either of them, I only see their cars following me, and hear their CONSTANT tooting. I put in a complaint of harassment - did not hear back from them or Workforce Australia. I did a 2nd one to this story: and I may if it elsewhere on here, but very relevant to my whole life, as to who else is guilty. Proof for Some Reason, IntoJobs car Harassing me on Sunday afternoon during Cyclone, plus 3 other cars Ok, this car was following me and harassing me a couple of weeks ago at Woollies on Sunday afternoon in the middle of the cyclone - harassing me in the form of beeping. So, they were not parked there, they had just pulled in after me, started beeping madly at me, then took off. I have seen that car 15 times over the last 2yrs every time I leave the house (I don't get out much). It is them who is stalking me and stealing from me?? I have complained numerous times on this blog about the fact that I am being followed and harassed wherever I go by dogs. Infact I will include a little story to show by example how the dogs affect my life: I hired a little boat with driver, so I could try and do a cold-water treatment out in the ocean. I was out there for 3hrs but it didn't work, the water wasn't cold enough, I wasn't relaxed enough, and didn't have proper flotation device. Anyway, there was a couple that took me out there, their boat hire company from Facebook. So, I was talking to them for quite some time out there too, and I was expressing some interest in taking a diving course because it involves being in deep water for a long time: thought it might be good for my foot!! So, the guy, he was really enthusiastic about this, and he wanted to do the diving course with me up at Airlie Beach!! I thought at the time it was very nice of him to say, but I could not even fathom the concept of actually doing this, as aside from money related problems, I mean, what am I meant to say to him: “well I might appear like a normal person but really I'm not because I have these stupid dogs that follow me around everywhere I go, and they like to playsides, by that I mean: if you're friends with me they'll start attacking you, until you are no longer friends and are infact an arshole – you will not be able to help yourself, as they are so manipulative and most people are really naive – so its best I do not harbor any friends.” !! Would he be offended at such reality? Would he believe it?? Probably not, people do not like the ugly truth in my experience. I could give more examples, like friends on Facebook, and girls at Tafe, but I can’t be bothered. And {Good luck getting a job in Australia if you don’t have any friends}. So back to that Sunday afternoon when I went to do a grocery pick up at Sarina Woollies, it happened to be in the middle of a cyclone so there was nobody out and about. It was only lucky that I could get in as the water was right up at the Sarina Bridge, but as there was no one else about, the dogs were really obvious: I could see them plain as day. Aside from that blue IntoJobs car, there were 2 Toyota Hilux’s and a white SUV, all driving around me. One of them squirted water on me in a puddle; they couldn’t resist, because they are stupid. And I think they may have stolen $15 from me, but I am not sure as I was distracted – in my extensive experience, that’s why they need 4 cars. It is odd that they used a car with the logo on it “IntoJobs” – these people do not want to be caught and sued, usually maybe this time they want to be caught?? Like it’s a thing that they don’t be caught, so they can accuse me of being crazy “what, no one is following you – you are paranoid”. IT’S A BIG THING FOR WOMEN – this accusation. But this beeping is a typical example of how they harass me: they drive up to me beep and then drive off, it happens all the time, started happening frequently at Gin Gin in 2020. {Usually, its women who do it – most people think men are the real arsholes and predators in life, but I can assure, women are way worse, especially when it comes to stalking}. It's incredibly annoying, a total nuisance, and at this point, after years, it's total torment. Psychological torment. I don't feel safe after that incident a couple of weeks ago to drive back into Sarina. As they are also somehow doing damage to my car: Car people are involved with the IntoJobs people. I did report them to police. It’s like they're all friends and they have decided that I am the common enemy - because they are stupid - they're stupid people. I am sick of seeing people’s weakness. I also sent this photograph to IntoJobs, I have their email because there was an incident when Centrelink said that I have to go and speak to someone at IntoJobs (the tyrannical bitch said this - of course I did not really have to, because I have a medical certificate) - eventually I got onto a “proper person” who said “oh yes, no you don't have to go see them”, after I already gone and saw them, as they stopped my payments – see what they do. Really think about that. So, I've had nothing to do with this company since that mess up. As far as I'm concerned they're just some sicko creeps who is stalking me. After I put in my complaint in with IntoJobs, I didn't hear back from them of course, so I complained again, (I just sent them the same email, but this time told them not to be such fucking cowards). I still haven't heard back from them. Should I start harassing them in turn?? Call them up every day, yell at them, verbally harass them, go into their office and take things?? Accuse them of being crazy, ‘what I’m not harassing you, I’m not really even here’?? See how they like it? Fucking idiots. I know in the past if you complain to Centrelink about jobs providers they don't do anything, plus if you persist with a complaint (as some of them are truly evil, and do worse than mere stalking and verbal harassment), they'll say “they (as in Centrelink) don't have anything to do with the jobs providers, and that the Department of Education is the person who is in charge of jobs providers.” This is what they've told me, word for word: I'm not sure if it's true, but if you complain to the Department of Education, still nothing happens. So, I'm writing this on my blog, plus I've also sent this to the Morning Bulletin, I believe they can do something about it, but there's dogs on Facebook, and they have deleted, or I think they banned me from Morning Bulletin page, I'm not entirely sure, but I'm unable to comment on their page anymore, so I just sent them an email directly. You know for a government department to stalk and harass and torture someone over a period of years: this is grounds for Sueing, and up for thousands: who do you think you are? 8. Bad Neighbours: Top 10 Nuisance Behaviors 1. Spray poison on my side of the fence killing all trees and plants there. 2. Get manipulated by blonde members of the community and “play sides” against me for no reason. 3. Stare into my garden, watch me in my garden, commentate my gardening, and later steal gardening work. 4. Sneak in to house when they saw door left open when I’m hanging washing. 5. Play loud music. And at inappropriate times. 6. Bang and tap, plus rev cars – for point of doing stupid “plan” signs. Verbally harass with nonsensical yelling. Then get members of the community to do exactly the same thing. 7. Use their child as a pervforming puppet. 8. Tries to justify theft: steals my potting mix, using the excuse to herself: because their wood chips they laid down last year, washed down onto my driveway, and as I clear the driveway, then accusing me of stealing wood chips - lunatic drunk dog. 9. Are home on the weekends and cannot amuse themselves, (due to stupidity), so stare at my house and devise plans to steal. 10. Play with cars, use them to do signs and rev to wake up in middle of night. 9. Comedy of Errors - 7 Dishwashers So Far, over 10 years It's about time I wrote about this. I've just kind of briefly hovered around the subject. I state I have dogs follow me wherever I go, but one of the main things they do is organise scenarios and situations; so, they'll place people in the places that I'm going, it is like they want to control the whole situation of what I'm doing during the day. Sometimes it works to my benefit, sometimes NOT. You can be sure if you have someone trying to control you in the first place – they are going to have extreme mental health problems – including not knowing what is appropriate and what is not. So, they're so cocky and arrogant now after all these years, that they literally throw tantrums if I deviate from “their” intended plan (which obviously I know nothing about). I can really see their evil nature. I can see fucked cunts; you can be sure it is female doing it; trying to impress men and each other. I can see stupid. Another way I can see their evilness is the ‘comedy of errors’ situation, they think it will be funny and amusing to create “muck up situations” - along the lines of Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors play. If you have seen such a play, one that is done cleverly, it is really funny. Certain situations where nothing's turning out, so much so, that it becomes comical. So, these cunts are doing this exact same thing they're trying to amuse themselves by mucking up all my situations - just because they can see, and don’t give a dam. Might be amusing for those bitches, but it sure as hell isn't amusing for me. A perfect example is taking my induction into the repair shop in Mackay, and they refused to fix it, sighting: “it was too dirty to fix”. AS IF, too dirty! Honestly, clean as, I had only just that morning had it sitting on my bed. {And that’s the whole point of Induction cook top – it’s a breeze to clean aside from the electricity saving feature and ease of use! – I miss using it badly}. So, as a result of those stupid women, (there was about 5 of them in the reception- all dogs). I don't have my good induction, and I can't take any other appliance there, like my leaking Fisher and Paykel, all because of those stupid cunts discriminate in order to aid the other stupid cunts to ‘control the situation’, and muck it up. So those cunts doing that back then, it was in 2024, were the same stupid women who stole my spare good tyre, mucked up my tooth at the Mackay hospital, stole another $500 in police entrapment speeding ticket, missed the butcher because of it, stole a furniture screw from the car, and most likely arranged all the dog followers who follow me around in cars - there was a lot of people (not just stupid cunt women) involved in mucking up my day as much as they could. Oh, they also did something to my car and made it make a loud noise. Anyway, I made a YouTube video about the dishwashers, so I won't repeat, but I have literally spent thousands of dollars on simply trying to own a benchtop dishwasher as a renter – all you need is a dishwasher, life is significantly improved, honestly it makes all the difference; I used to spend a solid 2hrs every day doing the dishes NOT ANY MORE!! (renting is the root cause of this issue, others have a problem with it, and female cunt jealousy – Fisher and Paykel is highly desirable, WAS). Note, there is nothing actually funny about this story. I do believe those cunts who mucked up my day, along with the rest of Australia, are being punished for their bully antics on that particular day in Mackay, (petrol) but as far as I'm concerned it won't be enough. Not be confused with the whole Venezuela tyrannical PM situation -that’s not the reason, this is the reason, be nice to the girl or bad things will happen!! Ha ha! [The only way those cunts will be stopped is, if they’re sued. (And not for a little bit, for millions). Since this country is fucked, and that’s not going to happen, the only other alternative is to constantly write about what these dogs are doing, and just reflect their actions back to them. I found this to be most effective way, although it sometimes takes years and years and years - because most people that do this, are really stupid. And, I have recently just learnt that Centrelink has a subdivision called “compensation from Centrelink” !! lol. There is a whole list of subjects listed where you can sue Centrelink, and ask them for compensation, you don't need a lawyer, there's a department within themselves who will say ‘oh yeah that wasn't very good or fair’, we will pay you!! I can't really imagine this would actually work since they're asking themselves to sue themselves, but hey, maybe it’s a start; acknowledgement of mucking up people’s lives severely. Someone told me that people writing, “organizing” my comedy of errors, are not writers from the ABC, they are workers of workforce Australia; Department of employment and education - that's the people who you need to sue. Now, they do not have a subdivision called “compensation”! I've constantly said on my blog that I don't know who's harassing me specifically, or stealing, but as far as I can see, it's not one person or one business, it is many, many, people, thousands of stupid Australians by now, all from different sectors of life, from the tyre shop, that I've just talked about in this story, to Centrelink cunts, to female Doctors. 11. Bruised Salmon from Woolworths and prob Coles Purina While this did happen in 2016, I don't feel it's too late to put attention on it now, because of the underlying reason why this was happening, that part still happens. I get supermarket online deliveries due to “follower” problems instore, and after watching Master Chef, I thought I would try some Salmon. {I had previously tried some at a fancy hotel in Port Douglas ,when I was a nanny, but it wasn't cooked, it was raw salmon - and I did not like it at all, so I'm thinking maybe if it was cooked, I might like it?}. So, I ordered, I tried, and OMG bloody delicious! So, every time I did a shop (every 2 or 2 months back then), I ordered a piece of Salmon. But after a while, the salmon {fresh from the deli}, starting arriving with this kind of rotten back bruise on top of the salmon, it was really awful, it looked awful, and I cooked it and tasted it, and it was awful - there was something clearly wrong with it. I'm not sure what it was, could be all of the pesticides that were using? Could even be related to the salmon protests: activists were trying to get a river un-damned or something, to free the salmon, who knows, but possibly using me to protest their “salmon agenda”. Stop using me in this manner you little greedy uncaring selfish thieves. For about six months, all the salmon that I ordered, was part rotten. I complained to Woollies, but the following shop would get another piece of rotten salmon! Am I talking to a brick wall? So eventually I just stopped ordering salmon altogether. I also noted my cats started getting sick after eating the Purina brand salmon biscuits – so, it would be the same bruised salmon going into pet food industry. Those girls have no morals. In 2023, 7 years later, I ordered another piece of salmon thinking maybe up here in QLD, the salmon may be better? It was, even though salmon is a cold-water fish. I guess at some point within 7years, they fixed the rotten salmon situation - or the protesters got their way, or lost, one way or the other. I have since seen YouTube videos about salmon farming, and, DISGUSTING, you definitely will be doing more harm than good if you eat salmon from a salmon farm, they have no morals at all, they're just making lots of money and not giving a tisk if they poison you with toxic fungicides. So once again I'm pretty much back to not eating salmon, although this time more due to GOOD salmon shortages/ expensive proper salmon. Stop over-breeding Australian mothers: “Chooks are smarter than mothers; Less of you more for me.” 12. 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 WORSE and opposite of that problem, with OVER controlling, OVER bearing, OVER yelling 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 – who live in a perpetual state of rebellion - 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 by manipulating someone, 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 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 (rebellion leading to jumping on the first band wagon that comes along, and in Australia, that is Petty theft, Stalking and cruelty to animals). 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, 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 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 Australian adults who haven’t grown up and learnt how to be mature. 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 and ethics 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) Plus, I don’t drink, so I have cash in my pocket, ( 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!!) - 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. {I encountered a woman once, who said “she did not have any kids” but as she said it, her tone and demeanour insinuated that she was ashamed of this, or more, I thought she should indicate that she should be ashamed, as even though she did not want any, society dictates that women should. It is normal to have at least one, even if your unmarried now. So, this shame is built from passive techniques mainly portrayed in television shows, which shows happy couples with kids, - but there are all sorts of ways they do this, pay attention and you will start to see. And don’t be manipulated by them}. I was watching some movie, and at a child’s birthday party, the spoiled little brat punched this clown in the nuts - as hard as he could, it would’ve bloody hurt. The clown stepped back, and said he was NOT OKAY. He didn’t touch the offender, at all, just stared at him in disbelief and pain. So, then the child’s dad raced over, and pushed the clown away from the child, and angrily said “get your hands off my son”. Like that father knew, if someone gets punched like that in the nuts, the normal thing for anyone to do, is turn around and punch them back, this dad was expecting the clown to do it. I know I would have – a big blow to the head thanks very much. If those parents are not going to teach respect, then others will, have to step in and do it. Absolutely disgusting bad parents. I want to add, if I had children I would not be punching them, as I would have taught them respect, but in that child’s case -I truly believe physical violence- an eye for an eye, is the proper answer. You had better keep all spoilt little brats away from me! 13. R E 14. 2022 Monthly Brilliance Award Ta 15. Naming and shaming thieves was one of the main reasons I created my FB group , (Amongst other ra 16. 2024 Monthly Brilliance Award Ta 17. 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I have women that follow me around and are obsessed with me, I call it the Little Girl Problem. Their main aim is to sabotage everything, like manipulate the situation to make me look bad and get me kicked out – I mean kicked out of my house/ community groups, kicked out of Facebook, Rav, eBay, you name it, whatever they can do to sabotage my daily life they will try and do it – they have an unhealthy obsession and they steal, and it has been going on for 20 years, going back to NEGS girls. (Not 1, Winnifred O’Hare and the Witches of Salem Life Stories P8 - The Banging and Tapping page 5. Dry view from Front door looking over veranda at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin 6. My kitchen at 8. Pellaea Rangari ovata Banging on Metal - People who do signs are DISRESPECTFUL 26. You do not need to be partnered, to find joy, happiness and satisfaction in life 15. from Sibling Friend Jealousy I named this page “The Banging and Tapping” page, after I was being driven mad by a few of my neighbours. It would seem every time I would go out onto my back deck at Kookaburra Park, the old man neighbour there would start making a loud banging noise. What incensed me, was when I was inside, just on the other side of the flyscreen door that led out to the back deck, there was no banging – this guy seemed to only start his banging – {I assume he was putting in star pickets with a post hole banger}, it seems, he would only start doing it as soon as I opened that flyscreen door and stepped outside. So, when I was inside watching Netflix or something; but could still hear all that was going on outside NOTHING. Step outside - bang tap bang tap. ?? Plus, after I got so annoyed about this phenomenon, it seems some of the other neighbours would start the same noise if I went out on to the front deck. Mimicry - a sure sign of mental retardation. And, at a previous address in Builyan, the same thing, with one of the hick neighbours making this constant tapping sound on metal. For hrs, every day, he would do it. So, it turned out that the old man at Kookaburra park was building things in his big garden, and not just banging to annoy the crap out of everyone. I can’t say the same thing for the guy at Builyan? But there does seem to be a ‘thing’ involving banging and making loud noise, by backwards people, just to annoy others, and I am fairly certain that same guy (who used to fly a prate flag on his veranda, used to make barking dog sounds – just to annoy people, as dogs were not allowed at Kookaburra eco village. 1. Winnifred Hoerr and the Witches of Salem This is Winnifred Hoerr (Win), he is my landlord (right) Cate Rogers‘s friend, and X, who lives a few houses down from me. (Cate left him, and lives with another man now in Gin Gin). When I first arrived here, he showed me around the park, he introduced me to his friends across the trees from me, Beeke and partner. I have since spoken to Win a couple of times over the past 12 months, but really, I do not have anything to do with him, I personally find him a little unpleasant, disrespectful and insecure. However, it has just come to my attention that this whole time I’ve been accusing the couple across the road Mat and Naomi of dodgy behaviour whenever something of mine gets stolen, like “we know someone just stole something of yours, we heard them,” (why they don’t call the police is beyond my comprehension (you know the police can actually do something about, believe it or not). So, I have just acquired a bicycle, and have been riding around the park, AND I realise, it is NOT Matt and Naomi‘s house, it is Wins friend’s house, Beeke Smith, so perhaps it is actually Win, Cate and his accomplices stealing from me? Got me thinking, why would he be harassing me? So now, I have a story to confirm my suspicions about him; the almonds – which I notice, that photo story is now missing from my blog; so, I’ll recap here; Woolworths deliveries were doing a phase of stealing my food one way or the other, like not delivering an item that I had ordered, or removing it from my cart just before checkout (IT Nerds). (They have stopped doing that now, thanks to this blog). So, in one order, I had ordered 2 packets of almonds, and I saw them when they delivered it, and put them away, thought nothing of it. But I went round to Wins house later that day, it could’ve been the next day? And Win was behaving very strangely, one of the things he was behaving strangely about, was, about some almonds that he had, he was kind of using that sarcastic voice that women sometimes get when they’re vexed about something, he was going on about these almonds, he had some almonds, and I could have some of his almonds…. I’m like, well no thanks, I don’t really feel like any almonds. I felt, no, I know, he was under the passive command of his part time girlfriend who was there from Berlin, Ursula (Berlin, another German!) - she gave me these little herb pots from Woollies, as I as leaving, and I guess she thought that would make everything okay. Of course, it does not. Some people think this is how WW2 started, with Hitler under the command of his mistress and later wife, Eva Braun, who was a blonde, and had a dislike of certain other women who happened to be brunettes. They seriously think this is what happened. Women are to blame for everything. Btw, in Gunnedah, the woollies driver there used to stop at my neighbours for beers before he delivered my order, he was always late!! So, anyway, I left, determined never to return there again. But the next week I got my almonds out to do some cooking, and I noticed that 1 of the packets had been opened, and a quarter of the almonds were missing! So, remembering Wins strange almond behaviour, I strongly suspect, either Win knew that my almonds were missing, and or he took them, (possibly incahoots with the delivery boy?) - did my neighbours and the truck driver have a secret meeting before delivery? to determine a theft? Who knows?? But this almond incident makes Win guilty, and even if him just knowing about the theft and not him stealing, makes him guilty. This plus my later recollections of that man on 3 other occasions, in a train at North Sydney, Tamworth Art Gallery with all the girls sitting around him, and in the school library; makes him extremely guilty; I have mentioned that story on my blog about how Win looks like the guy that hung out in the NEGS library, all those years ago trying to engage young girls (the library staff specifically invited him; why NEGS staff let men from Armidale do this, is beyond my comprehension, that last bit needed to be brought into consciousness; they really do it, alike pimps.) But it gets worse, as Wins friend, my then landlord, who, I am pretty sure, is, infact my school friends, older sister, going now by a different name, then it was Wainberg, (another German) now is Cate Rogers), she was involved with the library at that time. She was friends with Win back then?? So, I think she and other older NEGS girls, plus house mistress Cathy Goldman, may have had something to do with all the stalking and harassment I have experienced over the last 25 years, including all the thefts that occurred at Bunnings and from my house when I was at Bunnings. By the way, she, Cate my landlord, told me if I tell anyone what has been going on, she would tell everyone that I have mental health problems – she is plain evil, and seriously, she should be shot, what a stupid dog. And can you see how the Mental Health Industry is a total scam – it’s just like the Witches of Salem. WAKE UP In case you haven’t noticed I have zero tolerance for thieves. I wouldn’t have thieves in my life. I would never consider even talking to someone who shoplifted or did petty thieving as an act of revenge; because they didn’t like someone, or whatever their motives - I would never consider someone like that a friend, ever; there’re pathetic and not good enough to walk this planet, let alone be in my company. This has always been the case with me from an early age. Deal with it. {I should add, also now, zero tolerance for stalkers or harassers - zero. Too bad if you made a mistake in your youthful naivety, zero tolerance.} Just so you know, there’s an old man, who gardens, who lives next door to Mat and Naomi, who put up at (one point) a pirate flag – in my experience, ‘self-declared’ bad people are just that, with thievery being the biggest dysfunction (although not as big as the ‘fucking idiot’ problem), so it could well be him too, doing the annoying harassment sounds? But also, I know Mat and Naomi got wind of the fact that I thought it was them stealing from me, so they could have typically quite possibly taken revenge, and did something really nasty and bitchy, which happens a lot – people are so spiteful (which I belief they did, and cannot discuss). Also, Cate insisted repeatedly that Mat and Naomi were innocent, but she has not said that about anyone else in that park, or anyone that I accused of theft or harassment – like she knows people are stealing from me, herself included, so she knows FOR SURE that Mat and Naomi were not. People give themselves away eventually, implying that Mat and Naomi were actually the ONLY ONES in the park not stealing or harassing me, automatically implicating herself and Win (and the old couple next door, the Elders, and the Hooker family across the RD) the guilty ones. Possibly Win might be a case of, seeing and hearing about everybody else steal from me, and or doing SIGNS, and so, he wants to do it too “me too me too I’m a bad boy”. Or, I have deduced that people do SIGNS basically to make themselves feel important and so they don’t go crazy with boredom, especially ones at Kookaburra Park, as none of them work. So, Win who would have a sharp mind, (did an engineering course at uni, just has never worked), would be a typical person to fall under the spell of wanting to do SIGNS, not knowing he inadvertently is disturbing the peace. Cate told me Win has managed to go through his whole life without ever working - isn’t that amazing, but he did build his own home which is fairly nice, so he must’ve inherited enough money to do that. Just imagine going your whole life without ever working, and he would be in his late 50s now, so I do find that quite extraordinary, to not even experience a fulltime job, working for someone, and earning money – what that’s like? Btw, I don’t believe Cate did much work either, but I recall Rachels sister, the Wainberg girl did work briefly at a small architecture office as receptionist. Well, so if it is her, she is now on Disability pension and is not sick, she is someone who has a lot of friends, they give their friends the pension, and people who actually have a disability miss out, such is the nature of this stupid country. {The perfect Centrelink recipient – a dog}. I suspect that group are indeed were from real nazis in Germany, as there was a big settlement of nazis after the war ended in South Australia, and that is where both Cate and Win are from. Possibly trying to be funny at someone else’s (me) expense. FUCK OFF. I hope those BIMBOS involved get cancer, and are tortured, see how they like it. Also, I got wind of the fact that my stories sound so awful, that they could not possibly be true, and as I am a creative type, I must be making them up – I CAN ASURE YOU, I AM NOT. I am just writing down what happens to me in my life. Also I’ve heard some people talk about creating your own destiny, and don’t just let things happen; take charge! I’m definitely all for that. I’m a fairly independent person, and I have created many situations in my life, which often have worked out. (Nothing would ever happen at all if I did not make plans and goals. But then of course some little jealous bully comes along when they see it WORKING OUT and destroys it. This is mainly what happens in life. And this is the part, I have no control over. And it is like a continuing theme, all my adult life. I’m at the point now where unless I had a lot of money I just can’t carry out my destiny, let alone my will. 2. Sleep Stealing and Female Doctor Manipulations Do you know how clever your body is? Honestly, its 2020, and it’s like most women have no idea what really goes on. For instance, when we sleep, we process everything that has happened during the day, so if you have interrupted sleep or no to little sleep one night, it means you will have difficulty remembering that day’s events the in the future. You will also be part zombie sleep deprived unless you are well disciplined. Did you know when you are lying down, signals are sent to the brain for body organs to relax (and heal if needed), - that includes your bladder, it is typical for a human to be able to sleep the whole night without having to get up and go to the toilet, even if they need to go – they can ‘put it on hold’ so to speak (obviously unless you have had a few drinks just before bed, there is only so much your bladder can put on hold). As I do not drink, aside from coffee and water, and the occasional squeezed juice, I DO NOT NEED TO BE WOKEN UP IN THE NIGHT TO GO TO THE LOO. So, for all the little people who have taken it upon themselves (WHO THINK THEYA RE HELPING, delusional) to wake me up at night, – could you please GO JUMP IN THE LAKE, the world would be a better place without you. And btw, I believe there is a deliberate misconception (purposely perpetuated) that I am a drunk, so these dogs, can work each night, all night to wake me up, it is a paid job, they are so selfish, greedy thieves, plus inconsiderate. My neighbour across from me on the highway at Kookaburra Park, has just moved, because they are so loud, - eventually THEY REALIZE, no it was not a bird, or a chance normal sound – they are deliberate people making noises in order to wake people from their sleep. truly UNACCEPTABLE behaviour - PERSECUTION. And, there is a female doctor at the Gunnedah Rural Health Clinic that is deliberately kept awake by certain paid people so then the next day at work she is ‘zombielike’ and can be easily manipulated with diagnosis and prescriptions, this is the powers that be in Australia, the powers that be, know about this phenomenon. After I posted this, that clinic was closed. The government does not like to think that there are “powers that be” that run this country, aside from them!! Also, waking someone up with repeated sounds means they will wake up without remembering their dreams. Trust me, this is a problem. - you need to remember your dreams to help figure your life and the people in it, out. While I am on the subject, lately (2021) something I can’t explain happens to me, around 9pm, I get extremely sleepy, EXTREME, Then I usually wake at 1-2am with many helpful thoughts/ideas bombarding me? like reminders of things I need to do in the garden, errands I have to make, things I have to clean… and such. - Sleep - so mysterious. And often I feel my mind is being used every night by people while I sleep for her first few hrs, and when they’re through with me they wake me up. Plus, that coward truck driver that wakes me up at 1 or 2o’clock in the morning by continuous noisy driving up and down the highway - a little birdie told me that this is some guys ‘act of war’ as he hates women, and since he is a coward, he targets single women/low income, to take his rage and personal anger out on, in society by being a nuisance in his truck/car. Why the police don’t do anything about these bastards is beyond comprehension for me. Seriously, they drive up, turn round, then drive back, repeatedly, sometimes all night. No one does anything. Not sure if it is the same truck driver, I suspect so, but they drive by Kookaburra Park and sometimes fires a gun, or the like. Loud bang. This usually happens daily. It’s not a shotgun because it’s not loud enough, but it is pretty loud, so some sort of gun, perhaps a starters gun for a race. They set the birds off, then the birds squawk for a good 20 minutes. After I posted this, that stopped. Sleep deprivation causes problems, biggest one being long term memory retention, and loss of focus. They still waking me up at my new address in 2022; Car horns are a form of noise pollution. It does state in the Drivers Handbook, that car beeping is permitted to warn pedestrians of oncoming cars, or to be used while reversing, to warn pedestrians who maybe crossing the footpath, behind the vehicle. You may not be aware but car horns are not to be used for anything else, because it falls under the category of noise pollution. Disturbing the neighbourhood, people and animals, or giving innocent pedestrians a fright. I am sure you could understand not everyone works a 9-5 job; some people sleep during the day re night shifts. I need to mention, you may not be fully aware of the nature of certain people, (I find in life not many people do, especially housewives) so I’d like to bring this to your attention; if you disturb somebody with your car horn during the day, that person may take it upon themselves to start beeping their horn in the middle of the night, to disturb not only the person who did it, but in fact the entire town, to spite you. For a heavy sleeper, they may not even wake up, and have no idea of this little war, that some irate night shift worker has commenced. When I write about it, it sometimes stops, especially on the same night I write about it, which is why I am updating this photo story and re uploading. And, another update: Trucks driving past at 6 o’clock in the morning on Sunday morning. This is Nuisance people on the road. The alarm bells should be ringing if you are someone that pays attention. I’ve had extensive experience with truckdrivers, and one thing I’ve noticed over many years, is friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday morning, truckdrivers are usually resting, asleep, or partying. And at these times there’s peace on the roads. So, this morning Sunday morning 11th Dec 2022, is a constant barrage of trucks at 6 o’clock in the morning going outside my old unit on the old highway - alarm bells alarm bells alarm bells. Why don’t they do anything about Nuisance truckdrivers who are polluting our roads ? 3. Old men in Trailers driving in Circles For some unknown reason I have old man in trailers who follow me around now in Gin Gin. I used to have boys who followed me around, and then I had girls that followed me around (the dogs). And now I have old men harassing me. The main thing they seem to be wanting to do, is commentate my life. I can only assume this has been learnt from sitting on the couch watching sports and drinking beer. (Seriously, try switching to documentaries you never know what you might learn). So, I feel those non-thinking idiots -I say non-thinking, because anyone with an ounce of common sense would know that commentating some girls life is completely inappropriate, disrespectful, and retarded behaviour -they can’t seem to see you that my life is none of their business. They literally need to be told to fuck off. So, fuck off you stupid old men. 4. Sound Harassment when I Exit my House I had noticed at Kookaburra Park Gin Gin, whenever I went outside, suddenly my neighbours would either yell out, or make a loud noise. They hear me open my metal frame door open, and respond with louder noise - like a primitive monkee. There have been times when the sounds of the person who yells out, when I leave the house has sounded like a little boy, but I’m not in entirely sure if it was a child, because I know that there are women who actually sound like little boys, somewhere along the lines of Bart Simpson. And I’m pretty sure that they have been deliberately pretending to be a child, as in to trick me, implying that there are bad little boy behaviours in play, as in, when you leave the house, someone is going to steal something from inside, while you’re not looking, which in fact happens, and has happened for the first two years that I’ve been here at Gin Gin; plus happened at Rangari frequently. Once at Rangari, I heard one of the dogs say that my house was like an art gallery, she couldn’t but help take something from it, when I wasn’t looking. STUPID, *&^% off. Although lately, when I have left the house, I have not had anything taken (oh, except, my birth certificate was taken 3 weeks ago, so there you go, still happens) - I haven’t left the house much because I can’t really walk, I have a Collapsed Arch. (Actually, I should not have left the house the whole time I’ve been here doing my gardening, because I agitate my collapsed arch and it hasn’t healed, soo painful. But I just can’t help myself, I am a gardener, plus I need to be able to do something. But gardening is kind of a waste because the landlord will just ask you to leave at any point, which she has done, making all the time and effort that you spent, a complete waste of time and effort). Landlord user. Labour user. Lazy greedy landlord. So, it’s either that “stealing sign” or this woman is yelling out because the opportunity has presented itself; she heard me, and then has responded with noise herself, like some sort of weird primal communication attempt, I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with her, there’s something wrong. Maybe she’s a musician and feels she has to communicate loudly all the time with her voice? Sometimes it’s not a human voice, it’s just noise, so maybe that times, those noises are literally from animals, it is kind of an ANIMALISTIC RESPONSE in my opinion, and I do live in an animal friendly environment? Who knows, but after writing this blog it stopped briefly. I want to further state today, now at Sarina, that ‘dumb dog’ back at Gin Gin who made loud sounds whenever I went outside; I am fairly certain it is the girl who repeatedly reminds me, that I live in “Cates house”, and not ‘my’ house. – Well, der! She has some major issues with territory- she is full on dog. I recall, I was harassed online in such manner, there were dogs targeting me, wanting me to talk about money, and housewives or something, they were on Facebook – they are truly greedy and evil, always wanting something from me – like desperate monkees in the jungle. They still hound me today. I have no money for you – you stupid retail thieves. Actually, in retrospect, this may have been my landlord Cate Rogers and her minions? {Formerly Rachael Wainberg’s older sister, she changed her name} – as I mentioned before, she is possibly the person hung up on ‘class’ re she thought I could not get Centrelink payments due to the fact that I was rich, when in actually fact that was not the reason, the reason was because Centrelink are cunts. Her fiend “Win” who lives nearby was also hung up on class. But actually, as I know all my harassment problems I have, are usually female, I suspect maybe in this “going outside” case, due to the extreme territorial land issues, my harasser here at Kookaburra might be male, and OLD, old man?? I remember David Heywood used to suffer from land territorial issues, as did Steve Carter, its definatly a male thing. Women also suffer from territorial issues, but not usually so much land related. They have whole other territorial issues going on with relationships and human interactions. So now at my new location, I have the same problem of harassment from neighbours when I go outside, by the child next door. It started off as the child, but now, the whole family harasses me. They are beyond a nuisance. They - that whole family, should be in jail; the bloody mother should CERTAINLY not be allowed to breed more dogs. What the hell is wrong with society when you are letting bimbo people breed more bimbo dogs?? This is the root of the problem, so cut it off at the base. I made it known that I was being harassed, and so the mother I suspect tried to do something about it, but seems to have simply joined in with an app that plays sounds – so typical. And also, a little bungalow was built in the vacant plot infront of their house, - I believe for the SOLE POINT OF HARASSING ME, but I suspect the person harassing me at Gin Gin, is the same person doing it – they travel up and use it for a holiday spot? -I saw an old man there when he was harassing me via tooting his car, it looked like the same guy that lived in no 1 on the corner there at Kookaburra Park, the one with all the fruit trees. He must think “oh I can harass some girl from afar, and not get caught – woohoo woohoo – get her, get her!” IDIOT Actually, it is not always neighbours making sounds when I go outside, also, people who drive past harass me via tooting, many times when I go outside; toot toot. Like yesterday, I go outside to feed my fish (as I do twice daily), and some idiot drives past and beeps - they do this repeatedly; go outside; they make noise - constant harassment. Someone told me all harassment is sexual harassment, so, what?- can’t they handle my sensuality when I go outside?? Juvenile bogans. Btw, when that show the Simpson was on; that crew are disgusting and cowards. Other people can see how discriminatory and humiliating they are, and I personally believe, that’s why they put that divine chocolate ‘Homer Hudson’ ice cream in my path at the supermarket, to try and make up for their revoltingness. (And only because other people could see – they typically have no remorse, people like that. It was a type of ‘peer pressure’ apology – this happens a lot. Still. All the time. {How could you think that would possibly make up for it you stupid little dogs}. Although exceptionally good ice-cream. I have a lot to say about people who torment me – RIGHT BACK AT YOU. Photo shows a bit of my living room wall with my art at Rangari 5. Finally, some normality when I walk outside into the garden Today when I went outside to feed my chook, I went out, did it, and came back inside. I can’t begin to explain what a joy that experience was, compared to how it has been, I’d say for at least the first 16 months of living here. Before, whenever I went outside, every single time, there would be some person either yelling out from one of my neighbours, or who would start madly tapping, as in banging a piece of metal or something. Perhaps even they would start revving their car. It is a fairly quiet neighbourhood, aside from the constant hwy traffic. But I suspect they can hear my metal door when I unlock/open/close/lock each time I enter and exit. I’m not sure what the proper reaction should be from having this ‘noise harassment’ every time I go outside, I mean it doesn’t really physically affect me, it isn’t abusive or offensive insults. It’s just extremely annoying, and basically antagonistic - I can tell you after experiencing so much of this ‘antagonism’, it does affect me in a very negative way, as I am extremely pissed off about it, and hence, you will have seen the anger come across in this blog. And why I dedicated a whole page to “Banging and Tapping”, see p5 And so, after writing about this phenomenon on this blog, I now enjoy experiences like today when feeding my chook. I haven’t been accosted in anyway and it’s just been so pleasant I can’t believe it, and still every time it happens, I think it’s a miracle. So, it just goes to show that writing about it and writing this blog in the public arena has been invaluable. Of course, the thought did enter my mind, that the person (who I’ve only just discovered, takes photo copies of my blog and puts them in peoples mail lockers - they may have put one of my writings in just the very person’s locker who was ‘sound harassing’ me. They’ve actually read how bloody annoying they are, and this is why they have ceased? I can’t say for certain. Maybe it’s just the spectacle of having me in the neighbourhood, and finally, after almost 2 years, worn off? I mean how could anyone think it’s acceptable to make noise every time a girl appears outside? What’s wrong with them, are they slightly retarded? I would also like to say, I suspect maybe the people responsible, who have stopped harassing me, now think intern, that they deserve to be removed from my blog - and I would like to take this opportunity to say NO WAY! What goes on in my life is being recorded by me and this blog, it can’t be erased, life cannot be erased. All those memories have been formed, and has gone into my psyche, to shape who I am today. So, I will not be removing any information about any details of the things that have happened to me in my life. I might rewrite it later and tone down the language but that’s about all. I did have one person email me, asking me to stop posting my blog in peoples lockers, and stating I was lying. AM NOT! I told her I am NOT putting photocopies of my blog in peoples lockers. She was rude. And there is no such person listed on the residents list, plus she said some other things that contracted what she previously said – her emails did not add up, I suspect she was one of the dogs who was trying to ‘engage me’ in conversation to try to ‘trick’ me – she seemed really stupid and juvenile, perhaps a school person, maybe a sabotager? Possibly my landlord, fake name – when she emailed me that times in with Cates whinging. What a liar. Her email breakasweat2021@yahoo.com – breakasweat – that is Cate, fear mongering, that is what she has been doing. 7. INTERNET AND Telstra plus prime video working together? I keep getting Nuisance emails sent me on a daily basis by different companies, but I suspect it’s all by the same person, a .com person Telstra, and fake companies. I have noticed, I have some stupid girl (dog) telling me that “she’s here” and she’s spying on my activities; maybe this is just her way of saying “I’m still here”. Well gee, I have an idea, why don’t you go jump in the lake you stupid girl. Am I the only one that can see the problem with this pervert girl? I am wondering what is wrong with her and the whole of Australia, when I have some stupid dog harassing me in this constant anonymous manner, and everyone thinks that it’s fine. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU ALL, WAKE UP 8. Pellaea ovata - Ovate-leaved Cliff Brake Fern This is the sweetest little fern. And it looks so good in my glass beaded hanging basket. I included this photo on my Blog, as I was somewhat advised, that some bimbo girl had stolen my photo and claimed it as hers! Not true, mine! I started my fern collection when I moved to Gin Gin, QLD, Australia, I have had a long love of ferns, but was unable to grow them in Gunnedah, well, except for Fishbone fern ofcourse. But at Gin Gin, they grow exceptionally well, especially on my deck that had 2 translucent panels in the roof. I purchased this one from VERDIGRIS, back in 2020. At first I had it on the back Veranda, and it was struggling, just kinda sitting there, not doing too well. So I moved it into the bathroom, and there’s not much light in the bathroom, I mean it was next to a big window, but the window didn’t see any sun, because it was facing south. But in the bathroom, this little fern came to life, it seemed to really like not too bright, and moist conditions, and no wind - so very sheltered in my bathroom. (Or maybe it just liked my ‘bathroom song’!). I had a good home-made quality potting mix with organic fertiliser, and Blood n Bone, and a good amount of perlite to aid drainage. Plus I sprayed every 5th day or so, with diluted Power Feed – it loves this. As you can see from the photos, it was starting to look really good in my glass beaded hanger, although, I had to move further north in 2022, and since then it has developed some sort of rust on the leaf, which I’m very disappointed about, and eventually died (same problem as my celery). It seems it was not too happy about its new spot. There doesn’t seem to be any information on the Internet, although I read on one blog, that this fern requires full sun! So I certainly know that that’s definitely not true!! That just prompted me to write this further more, and put a photo up! 9. Some Councils know how to do it 11. Trusty Ute on Rangari farm, with much needed window tint 9. Some Souncils know how to do it This shot of Google Earth shows 2 towns, one is a part of a town called Millicent in South Australia, the other is a part of a town near Bundaberg in QLD. Now, these 2 council planners know how to do it! In my opinion every house in Australia ought to be set out in this manner on a bush block. Caring for flora and fauna. So, you can see why I feel Australia is completely way over populated. 10. Scenic Rail Route from Perth, to Broome, to Darwin, then across to Lockhart via the new Underwater Scenic rail route, and ending up at Cooktown. Why hasn’t this been done already? Proposed scenic rail route from Perth, to Broome, to Darwin, then across to Lockhart via the new underwater scenic rail route, and ending up at Cooktown. {Stop wasting money on space related nerd activities and be more practical! Not to mention, the “mass” wasting of money, done by MANY local councils, in their fake roadworks projects – OMG, stop giving away all that money to little spoilt arsholes and their nagging bitchy wives who demand they bring home bacon for them. Such wroughting going on in Australia. Just because you have the “infrastructure” for those kinds of employments – does not mean you should create ‘workstuff’ to be done in this area; that DOES NOT NEED TO BE DONE – they are as bad as dentists who make up problems on your teeth, just so they can get the work, only councils are way more prevalent. I am obviously not familiar with all councils, but this ‘fake roadworks’ and or ‘un-necessary roadworks’, with multiple people standing around in fluorescents doing muck all, happens in Gunnedah, Tamworth, Gladstone, Bundaberg, Sarina and Mackay, so I suspect it is, ALL COUNCILS.} There are way too many other things that ought to be done instead, like burying the power lines, or tree planting – street beautification, and ofcourse A Scenic Rail Route.} Btw, the new underwater scenic part, has big translucent panels, so passengers can see the ocean and the occasional fish, perhaps even a crocodile or two. Like I said on my proposed new EastCoast Express story - ought to start acquiring land for it now gov, and secretly, otherwise you will not be able to afford it in 2084!} 11. Trusty Ute on Rangari farm, with much needed window tint By the way, the reason I wanted my car windows tinted is because I have people that follow me around, they must see a girl driving on her own and think it’s an invitation to be stalked. ARE YOU KIDDING, are you completely stupid you little morons, bugger off (btw, the definition of ‘bugger off’ comes from the word ‘bug’, as in to bug someone, as in to annoy the crap out of them like a fly - that’s where it’s meaning comes from, insects. It doesn’t come from anywhere else) Btw, my windows were tinted after I left Rangari, but they should have been tinted before I received the car at point of purchase, as I believe in Gunnedah, it would have been greatly beneficial to me if no one could see who was driving that Ute. Plus, when I finally had some cash to get them done, I had to go all the way up to Gladstone, 2hr trip, as no one in Bundaberg would do my tinting at a reasonable cost. The 2 guys who do car tinting in Bundaberg wanted $1500 minimum. The average price for window tinting is $250. Thieves in Bundaberg. But the guy in Gladstone who quoted me $250, and ended up charging me $250, at some point inbetween, his bloody wife tried to overcharge me another $100, it was only because her husband was PRESENT, that I was not overcharged in the end there too. You know most people don't have these kinds of problems in society. And these are exactly the typical daily problems that a single woman has. It all pretty much comes down to a lack of respect for me, and the really strange phenomenon, of the desire, an overwhelming need and want, to be disrespectful to me. A common enemy. 12. Ficus benjamina - Weeping Fig planted 1916 at Miriam Vale; along Station St, near Gladstone, QLD This big ole beautiful tree has withstood all the ghung-ho chopdown councils that have come along since 1916, which I think is amazing, and a miracle. Even though it is not native to Australia, I think there is a place for it here, due to its vast shade canopy, and its beauty. I could see some of these planted along Broad street at Sarina, so if any one has any house plants that are getting to big, and need to be planted out – plant them at Sarina! Or contact me. 13. Spot the Dog – what the really annoying adults do This extremely annoying game has been going on for years, the Radio National girls used to talk about it, and named it ‘Spot the Dog’, as it was such a prevalent amusement GAME for all the narcissists. Basically, it’s a tactic of annoying someone (me) in order to get a reaction from someone else nearby (who they call dogs). This is related to what I've mentioned before on my blog with certain people, behaving in a certain unusual way, like, if I'm upset, like stressed or angry, then they can sense it. I'm upset; she cries. And some people can do way more than just sense it, they really feel it, in their body, physically, and some of them can hear, loud and clear, my thought process if I am upset. Some take pleasure in it, (the narcissist), and others try to resolve the stressful situation for me, so they don't have to feel uncomfortable either. So, there are a group of people, who know, that if they make me feel "uncomfortable", then suddenly there's going to be other people appearing out of the woodwork, to try and do something about it. In the past I often felt like, you know, why do I have people out to get me? But in this situation, the point is not to antagonise me, that's just something they do in order to suss out who the 'dogs' are - they use me to do it, the fact that they are making me angry or stressed, they don't even care about that, they have no thoughts or regards to how I'm actually feeling at all. None. They are the epitome of selfish, deranged, unhealthy, weak and pathetic. Now, I'm fairly certain they won't refer to those people that they are trying to see, as dogs! This is something I've associated them to be, because some of them are so annoying, and follow me around like dogs. Maybe "leach" would be a better word to describe them, but after 30 years of this shit, I pretty much have had it up to here with the dogs, and the people who are trying to see the dogs, so I pretty much call everyone dogs. {And interestingly enough, the girls at the ABC must have also associated them to be dogs, as in, Spot the Dogs have been around since way before me. So, some of them are not leeches, as not all of them follow, stalk and harass me; some are very helpful, in trying to reduce any kind of stress or anger that I might be feeling. It kind of makes sense for me, as to why they would be helpful. But there are a lot of such people, who don't have a helpful personality, (they had a crap upbringing by crap parents), and these people cause problems against me, and for their own problems, in my opinion - what they hear and feel has nothing to do with me, it's like trying to blame the messenger! (That's just an expression, I do not think I'm a Messenger!) And there are a lot of people who can't handle what I have just described above, they think it's crazy or nuts, a mental health problem, but it is not any of those things, it's just the way it is - and it's human. It's not a disease or illness. Obviously a person in any situation above is going to have some problems in a community, but trying to deem those people as sick and mentally ill, is absolutely ludicrous. But I know there are many savvy people who do understand it, and have termed me as someone who lives in a glasshouse, (they suggested that I shouldn't call anyone names, in my thoughts lol! As you can see from my blog, I don't really adhere to that philosophy, I don’t believe in living an oppressed life for the sake of the stupid bimbo dogs. It's a good thing I have somewhere safe to live.) And above, I described people going out of their way to try and make me feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable is one word, but really their main aim is to totally piss me off, and the more pissed off I am, the more other people can sense it. It just so happens that my personality type is very cool calm and collected. And so, what they've had to do sometimes to piss me off has been extreme, if it happened to some other people, well, I don't think those other people would be able to handle it. But because it's been going on for so long now, they're organised, they know me fairly well, and know things that I don't like, such as waiting in queues in shops or malls (because I get harassed a lot at malls - I've written a whole photo story about 'mall dogs'. They're just a huge problem, I cannot go shopping at a mall if I don't want to be harassed. You know it is those people that harass me, and can't handle me - they are the ones that need help, mental health help. Maybe they need a mental health person to tell them that they can't discriminate in public, because that's what they do, deliberatley. I know Telstra dogs try to piss me off by switching my Internet off, so that if I'm out driving, suddenly my Google Maps is not working, so I'm in a difficult situation, not being familiar with Mackay, stressed about not knowing where I am or how I'm going to get to where I need to go, in the middle of traffic. (I'm never lost you nasty clueless Telstra dogs). But as soon as someone appears - literally some person just appears walking down the street towards me, well, then they turn it back on). Such annoying behaviour from Telstra. Oh, but guess what, a few days later I go onto the Telstra app to see if my complaint has progressed, and there's a link saying I have 27,000 reward points! I'm thinking how on earth have I got reward points? I don't know anything about it, so I clicked it, and I see I can get a whole lot of different free products by paying with my points. So, I go ahead and purchase something - it worked! Then I realise, that this is Telstra trying to apologise for pissing me off, by giving me something for free. And also, trying to turn the situation around on to me, by rewarding a dog. I would like to see a show of hands: who thinks by giving me something for free, this makes up for pissing me off, for the previous two months that I've had no Internet? Well, I can tell you for sure as hell, I don't think it's fair at all. It has been scientifically shown that stress is a direct factor in physical illness. So, anyone trying to “stress” me out, is trying to put me in Hospital. Why don’t you deal with that you little supposed tio regulators. BTW, Heath Barwick tried to do this at age 16, whilst I was on my “date” with John Peterson at the movies. Why don’t they talk about the dogs and these revolting games at school? image above (as its related Why are there televisions blaring in every single waiting room in Australia? Possibly the thought hasn’t occurred to those receptionists who put TVs in; we don’t want to hear or watch TV, while we wait for you or the Doctor. and, we certainly don't want to hear any DOGS. {EVERY bloody DR waiting room EVER.) Curse those revolting, evil, weak and pathetic receptionists. On my Pinterest account I have a created a Board called “Doctors Waiting Rooms”, and so far, I have 1 pin in it, it shows as lovely well-lit courtyard, with lovely manicured green trees and shrubs, plus a padded seat in between 2 topiary trees. – Now this looks PERFECT as a waiting room. learn how to live you stupid receptionists. Less little screaming brats, and more peace and tranquillity. 14. Another dog following me, is this one of yours Prime TV (now Channel 7)? There was an image with this story, it was a police webpage screenshot, describing laws regarding nuisance behaviour in Australia - it really is unlawful to be a constant nuisance, and the police can do something about it, if a complaint is made. So, I’ve written that I get harassed by the neighbour that lives across the road at number 108 Range Road, and lately the mother has stood in her driveway when I leave and return, like she wants me to see her, so I know what she looks like now. I think she’s aboriginal or islander, she has long curly hair. I have not seen any kids with her, so I’m still not sure whether she actually has a little boy or she is putting on voice and pretending to be a little boy herself. Because her aim is to harass me, and yesterday when I had to go into the doctor, she was there harassing me from afar in the car park, with that little boy voice winging, plus beeping, - a constant barrage of beeping, people who work in the area will wonder what the hell‘s going on, and they will have no idea that I am being harassed by stupid dogs. So, again I saw her when I left, and went up to the imaging place, she was there in the waiting room talking to what must be her friend, the imaging receptionist. So, this person is stalking me, and not only that, but verbal harassment every time I walk outside my unit (was, after Blog, greatly reduced) – But they can hear me. It would definitely fall under the police category of “behaviour that causes a substantial unreasonable annoyance or disruption”. I believe the reason she wanted me to see her, is so I put it in a complaint with the police. And, as the police get work out here, if called, they want that, friends with police?. So I’m definitely not going to be putting in a complaint to the police especially (with my experience with the Gin Gin Police - absolutely useless), instead I’m just going to write about it up here on my blog, and next time she presents herself, I’ll make sure I get it on camera, to add a photo with the story, by the way I have seen her car, it’s a blackish SUV with the words prime written on the back window screen amongst other words that I couldn’t make out. They seem to beep their car horn a lot – so annoying. I have had problems with certain people on prime television back when I used to live in Gunnedah, whether it’s the same people, who have followed me up here, I’m not sure. But she doesn’t seem to have any common sense. At the moment that whole family are pretending to be schizophrenic they are ridiculous. And not funny. Telepathic. (The thing no-one talks about, the taboo subject – fraid its real, morons, not a ‘crazy’ thing) te·lep·a·thy ( P ) Pronunciation Key (t-lp-th) Communication through means other than the senses. Communication from one mind to another by extrasensory means. The ability to know what is in someone else's mind or communicate with them mentally, without using words or other physical signals. People in the Television industry, are famous for te·lep·a·thy Channel 7 are the ones who inflated their strawberries, when it was heard I had a craving for Strawberry ShortCake. – to $30 a kg (normally $10) DOGS. And they especially like talking about ‘coming of age’ memories - like they are total perverts. I’ve noticed since I’ve started taking photos (screenshots) of the bimbos who do that, it’s greatly stopped, and OMG I should’ve started doing that years ago. I have to say, it’s mainly unknown actresses who do that, I don’t usually have many problems from the big names, only occasionally I can see they in not very good hands. Previously 2 different addresses, I’ve had issues with the neighbour’s dog barking incessantly. They (council) had given me a form to fill out, and I was to write down every time the incident occurred, what type of noise, and then they dealt with it. And so, I feel, this is what needs to be done with this family - this little dog family. Someone advised me that this family is known to the police, but I do believe diplomacy should be used when addressing the issue with the family. Just a ‘word’ is often all it takes for someone to ‘toe the line’. 15. Sibling Friend Jealousy I can recall at least 4 instances now {there have probably been plenty of others too}, where the sister/brother of my friend has been a big problem for me; The first one I have talked about on my blog extensively, so just another quick mention, my friends name was Rachael Wainberg, and her older, (2nd born older sister) was the problem. As it has turned out, she has been unhealthily, darkly, obsessed with me and followed, harassed and stolen from me over many years. I still can’t remember her name. And it’s like the bad sister, is so used to sharing everything with her siblings, that she cannot handle to see her sister with a friend - who is friends with them and not her - and so they’re jealous of their sister, and act out, like naughty child – still when they are fully grown adults. And of course, there is seeing another younger person with their younger sister, and they immediately think stupid prey like their stupid sibling. This is how Australian mother bimbos raise their families – with dysfunction. You know, there has been a lot of progress, development and evolvement in the world since cave man days – I do not see why there cannot be progress, development and evolvement in the family situation too. I forgot to mention “control” this is the main issue with her, she wants someone to control, {in the pretence of being “helpful”} - so a younger girl is her prey – she does not think to find a husband – well heck, there are heaps of stooopid ones who need a woman’s guidance. I noted, that girl, in her 50’s now, who has changed her name to Cate Rogers, has an adopted son from India- she now uses him. To control and ‘boss’ about. She is fully dysfunctional and sick. Then there was the time my flat mate and I’s unit was ‘cleaned out’, turned out it was an older brother of one of the Lebanese’s guys we had met socially. (Someone told me my theory of the ‘bogan immigrant’ being manipulated to leave their country and live in Australia, was applied in Lebanon too! lol -mm, I think it worked, Lebanon is now a very peaceful country, no wars there!). The other was a friend I met through TAFE, an older woman with a son, can’t remember her name now, she said her sister was selling a sewing machine, an overlocker. I was looking for one and so purchased it, but it didn’t work at all. So, her sister was trying to sell a broken machine for as working, - just thought she’d take advantage of the situation and her younger sister. I did reprimand my friend for having a bad sister, and she later got my money back! J You know this doesn’t surprise me, I mention numerous times how mothers with only one child make the best mothers, and any more than 2, a typical mother will not be able to handle. Well, this just reiterates that doesn’t it? Stop breeding and having multiple kids you silly mothers; you cannot look after them and raise them properly so to be without dysfunction – especially the jealousy dysfunction. Oh, I may be remembered another one, well, not so much remembered, but it may be him, the hoon: In 2024, I remembered my good friend from primary school, who I haven't seen for many years, had an older brother, John. I recall one day some guy came up to John, who happened to be within earshot of me, and said “John Xidas, I don't know how you can drive around all day like you do, I just don’t see the point”. So, not knowing John very well, I'm assuming he was one of those bloody hoons in Gunnedah that literally just hooned around all day. That's what they do - they just drive around, all day long, sometimes doing burn outs. {I personally believe it’s because they are bloody hopeless and can't think of what to do, so they just drive around}. So, since today, and for many years, I have had problems with hoons constantly driving up and down and outside my place; maybe this person is still one of them?? I would find it a little strange to believe that, as I recall his sister, my friend, was smart - so there can't be that much deviation between the siblings??? You know, I remember that son who tried to smoke me out of his mother’s place when I did that craft workshop – maybe he too is now one of those stupid hoon stalkers? “See a single lady, and just start stalking her"?? Considering I am secretly willing him and that family to get cancer and die, it seems odd he would still be hanging around… I guess here is a good spot to add; the issue of young men especially and their absolute (secret or not so secret) disgust for women who are not “pretty”. I noted my brother and his friends, at 16-22, when they talked, it was very clear that their bias and discrimination in this area is a problem. Also, I believe one of my friends older brother sabotaged my car, due to the fact that I was not a “pretty” girl. The old photo above shows my grandma/grandpa, - back in the day; Gweneth and Bill Flood, with their eldest, Diana Flood (my aunt), and their adopted 3rd child, my mother, Fran Flood. (Louise the middle child is missing from photo). The old photo below is one that I have previously uploaded, but it has gone, so I am attaching it to this story. It was a photo in the local newspaper who just so happened to spot mum in the park, and asked for a pose! I think I was at preschool at this time, they were waiting for me, however I have no memories of preschool, so assumed I did not go to preschool. But later dad insisted that I did go, so maybe, as, someone, told me, and I know this to be true, that a lot of memories are formed in the very young if there is trauma, abuse, shock, negativity… so perhaps my time at preschool was unlike any other time in my schooling, and I had all normal teachers/carers with no negative experiences!! Well how about that! (That was the preschool in Tamworth attached to the Calrossy school). I only remember going there once when Daniel was there 2yrs later, it was a family day; I remember I did not want to go outside and play games with the others, I wanted to stay inside by myself and play with the colourful felts that I had only just discovered! I don’t really recall my younger sister Penny, and I, had any jealousies going on, but I do remember in 3rd grade, with evil teacher Debbie Croft, she started playing sides with other teachers, against me, (she was pure evil); and so, I learnt, how people play sides, and can manipulate, which maybe Penny experienced later with our friend Amy?? Not sure, as I know I am not a bitch unlike Debbie Croft. But I am fairly certain Penny does not, did not harbour any jealousies, she had plenty of friends too. Our family was pretty functional compared to what I unfortunatly encounter now in the general community – it really pays to get you family situation RIGHT. 16. Banging on Metal - People who do signs are DISRESPECTFUL (far top, 3rd from the right) I recall at Kookaburra Park, my landlords boyfriend, one day banged his car as he went past the bit on the driveway, where all my trees had died (9yr drought). That was a common thing that those locals did; banging metal, in order to do signs. ‘You lose, your trees are dead’. They were huge on doing it at Gin Gin. Trucks used to do it outside my house, and other cars too, who drive past, at certain times, they always did it after my neighbour, David Hooker and Sharon Millet - or their kids – or their annoying guests left in the morning (I mention before people from the community would stay there, for the sole point of annoying me – I swear, it’s true, sounds crazy, but no, unfortunatly that’s what they really did, it has been a ‘thing’ for many years. Also, I must have talked about it before; the winning and losing signs? Can’t remember which one now, but it seems when 1 person does something, someone sees them do it, and thus wants to do it to. So annoying. It’s like ‘all the little kids on the block’, copying. You know; driving past my house constantly for hours, is ironically what a loser would do. So, you’re always a loser, so don’t come around here calling me a loser, as it’s the pot calling the kettle black. (love that expression!) I have major harassment from people in cars who drive up to my gate. There was a blonde who pulled up in the same car as my car, as I was putting the rubbish out. This is so typical, some girl who comes to my gate when I go outside. Or they make a noise when I go outside. And so, she banged her car somehow too, more metal bang noises - big on loud noise. There are no lumps in the driveway it’s all very smooth, there’s no reason why the car would make a banging sound, so it appears she came in to the unit complex car park, just to bang it. All I was doing was putting the rubbish out. Bimbos driving cars it’s an ongoing issue I’ve talked about it number of times. I used to have them just come up to my gate, beep the car horn and then drive off. Repeatedly. It’s the same thing now, but since I started writing about it and telling people what they do - they no longer beep. So, it’s not really obvious to someone who’s watching or visiting at my place that it’s happening, that I am actually being harassed by stupid airheads (that somebody has given them a brand-new car to drive around with). I talked before about “signing before signing”, like people who are smart and bored like to do signs, not only to amuse themselves, but they think they are being helpful as they can warn people about what’s ahead, or what’s going on, maybe use language that a ‘lady’ would not speak, and all without ‘the boss’ hearing. The unspoken kind, not everybody can see the signs, but I can assure you they’re real and it’s people who are creative do it. Sometimes they have been helpful, a lot actually, but there are a lot of bitchy women who do nasty signs, really rude, ones that cannot be spoken or just want to bully someone. Bullies. Mostly, I find the whole thing absolutely ridiculous, and cowardly, you have something to say, say it to my face. People who do signs are disrespectful, but mainly cowards. Half the time, if what they were saying was said to someone’s face, most likely, they would get a punch in the face. So, if you think you might get a punch in the face for saying something, then you probably ought not to be saying it in the first place - you idiots. Plane noise harassment, and deliberate targeted poison spraying on me regular flooding on farms with leaking troughs andfarmer polluters just really good NATIVE hybrids 17. Plane Noise Harassment, Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky above my House Plane Noise Harassment, Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky above my House Photo showing 2 planes messing about above my farmhouse at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW - they used to fly around and around, generally being a total nuisance for hrs and hrs, on a weekly, if not daily basis, over years and years. The local Prime news, at the time, one evening, said that the planes flying overhead in my area were from the Northwest flight school, owned by the army, however one day, when I was particularly fed up with all these planes flying over my house on the farm (in circles) - you know, that constant mmm noise, it’s pretty annoying. So, I phoned them up to speak with them personally, to ask them why they were only flying over and around my farm? The person I spoke to was an old man and he seemed very grateful that I had called him, like I was doing him a favour? He did not seem to have any explanation about the planes? Who knows if I was speaking to the right person, sometimes I feel Telstra put me through to just anyone, and not the right person at all. Just after I wrote this I sat down and watched the news, and in the finance bit, the guy said, Prime tv, had just been taken over by Seven, at a price of $131 million. You know I really wonder if they just make it up as they go along, does anyone actually know what’s going on? Little birdie told me they were doing fuel signs, as in “YOU ARE GIVING THE STUPID DOGS FUEL TO HAVE A GO AT YOU AND BULLY YOU” If that’s the case – piss off stupid non-thinking dogs. Start thinking for yourself. As I live on my own, do not talk to anyone, pretty much, except dad before he died, nor, at that point was their social media. So exactly how they thought I was giving them “fuel” I can only assume they have delusional mental health problems. Ooohhh, did I park outside your shop and not purchase anything? Or, oh yeah, did I not say hello to the stranger who walked past me down the street? and oh yeah, this one, did I not smile enough at the checkout chick?????? Fucking bimbos. This photo story has been deleted multiple times; I have had to re upload it at least 3 times now. Scared pilots. And update, since I moved to QLD, the plane harassment pretty much stopped. Although when I wrote this story and the aerial spraying story, while I was at Gin Gin, they started up again, but only a little bit, usually in the evenings. Living now in suburbia – it would raise too much attention “what are those planes doing flying overhead constantly in this area”. They are such cowards. 18. 2 planes flying over house and paddock, and yellow one aerial spraying poison on me I have had monumental problems with small planes following me around, and flying overhead around me, for years, (and years) they were especially a problem at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia. But they also followed me when I went anywhere like down to the central coast for my grandmother’s funeral. I occasionally still hear them, but after I wrote about them on Facebook in 2019, there has been a major reduction. As my area, and actually most areas in Australia have fruit fly, I use netting, which is BRILLIANT, BUT HERE IS A STORY THAT CONERNS YOU ALL: Each year my Strawberry Guava tree produces f ruit, but it is always riddled with fruit fly, that’s why it is in the chook yard – for the chooks, as the fruit are ok, but not worth spending money on to put fruit fly netting over (unlike my delicious plums, plus others that have a whole netting tunnel) Anyway, one year there was NO fruit fly at all on my Strawberry Guava, and I realized that the plane flying over my house a while back was spraying - they sprayed all over my house / roof – which collects my drinking water – I have one occasion on video; (there were heaps of other times) You’ve got to be a halfwit if you think this is acceptable. Note, my house is at least 2 km away from nearest paddock/neighbour that partakes in BAD UNORGANIC poisonous aerial spraying (Tony Tydd). I contacted the local Gunnedah Middlebrook Air Service, that guy says it is not his yellow plane, he only has a white plane, but he like everyone else does not want to know about it, and said I was just causing trouble – COWARD SON OF A BITCH. And once there was a white plane flying over the neighbours, obviously him, spraying, when he saw me on one of his turn arounds, I was out the back of my place on a hill, he came right over to the house and me, and sprayed, the air was full and thick of the scent of pesticide. It all would have settled on my roof and next time it rained – into the tank drinking water, not to mention absorbed by my skin. THIS IS WHAT CASUES CANCER CELLS TO FORM. It was a little boy opportunist attack, I thought. Stupid pilot. I contacted EPA, local police and NSW Poisons Information Centre, and my landlord, none of them took me seriously, even though I caught plane spraying on camera - see above footage from my YouTube. The Gunnedah police said, they nor anyone else can do anything about the planes, - they think I am crazy and sent dept. of mental health out to my property (what century I am living in?) The EPA phoned me to discuss it, but that was it, he was patronizing and useless, the Poisons Centre said they were telephone information and advice service only with no regulatory power and cannot help with complaint. The 2 neighbours that spray in my area are Mark Tydd and Steve Carter – both “greenie haters” both rich. BTW, neighbours are meant to notify all neighbours of Aerial spraying, I never received ANY notification ever. Such is the disrespect of farmers. Why are people so stupid – those chemicals really do cause cancer, it’s not something that is said to fear monger. They leave behind a chemical residue in very small amounts, but it is still there. All the fruit you purchase in the shops will be sprayed with poison unless grown certified organic. I think some farmers out here have a problem with organic – they do not want to change their farming habits. (Even though they will make twice the money) It’s super easy to go organic, non-farmers (everyday people) should give it a go, start with cleaning products, cheaper, cheaper cheaper. GET NETTING YOU FARMER BEANS FOR BRAINS. So, aside from the aerial spraying, sometimes the planes just flew around my farm, or above Heath Barwick’s, in circles or do loop de loops – just being a typical little boy nuisance. They are joy riders, and I think people from Hollywood/ tv industry is involved along with local Flight School program. Also, fruit was taken off my trees that are protected under fully enclosed netting tunnels (before it was ripe) and then left outside on the ground, so I have no idea what is going on there (?) but someone seems to be determined to mess about with MY fruit trees. Could be a territorial thing by David the landlord? Oh, and a few years back I (being a way too friendly person) mentioned to the landlord David and Brenda Heywood, that if they want some nectarines, they could have some as they were ready, couple days later I went into town for the day, came home and the WHOLE tree was stripped of its fruit, literally 100’s. Oh, and my sister used to work for a local lawyer who said they get clients who try to sue aerial spraying companies, for spraying on their land. So apparently it is a common thing around Gunnedah for little boy pilots to spray where they are not paid to spray. My sister said it is impossible to sue without proving physically loss of stock, and considering the nature of how chemicals work, this may be impossible in most cases to prove, but she said, there was one case where they could prove it, a horse died, and so they won the case. I was told later, apparently, the pilot spraying toxic chemicals over me was a stupid dog playing sides – not sure whose side they were on, or what the horrendous fight wanting me dead, was about?? They don’t bother informing me of such information???? Those cocky arrogant pilots need a bullet to the ear, in my opinion. Btw, in a standard lease on a rental, it states; Landlord is to provide quiet enjoyment of the premises: The lessor must take reasonable steps to ensure the tenant has quiet enjoyment of the premises. (3) The lessor or the lessor’s agent must not interfere with the reasonable peace, comfort or privacy of the tenant in using the premises. I had complaints about harassment (noise, petty theft) at that farm (604 Bridges RD, Rangari - and my landlord, David Heywood, paid no attention, even though he knows all the neighbours out there, and was he himself plus his daughters most likely guilty also) As I write about monstrous things that people do, there are people who are curious, because they haven’t encountered someone like me, that has had so many encounters with evil people, they keep thinking I must have done something…. like most of them don’t believe me or did not believe me (hence why they sent out mental health workers – they are such stupid people…) it’s not until I really start writing about my whole life here in great detail, they can slowly see and understand what’s happening. And this particular incident, about Middlebrook Air Service poisoning me with toxic pesticides; there have been some people looking into that, because even though I alerted the authorities at the time, no one gave a shit. But there are other authorities who most definitely do want to know about these things, and those people frequently inform me of outcomes/reasons, things that I just couldn’t see at the time. And I was advised by such people, that the person who was solely responsible for this aerial spraying was Tony Tydd, who was my second next door neighbour down from me on Bridges Road. And he did it because his dog ran away, and was at my place and it killed one of my chooks, and I called the pound, the pound took the dog (I do not know what happened to it after that). I didn’t know that the dog was Tony Tyde’s, I assumed it was bloody Heath Barwick’s. NO ONE was looking for a dog at the time, and it had been there at least a week. So, Tony Tydd, did this poisoning of me, as an act of revenge. Stupid zombie farmer Tony Tydd - what an idiot, don’t blame me if you can’t look after your damme dog, and you’re in for some very BAD luck on a spiritual level. Stupid man. Although, he later came up and told me that he didn’t really care about his dog, he tried to be as ‘uncallous’ as he could, it was strange. - I’m thinking maybe he could actually see, eventually, what was going on, and thought he should come up and tell me that, inorder to get the war happy monkees off my back; because someone on his behalf, was seeking revenge, someone who was trying to play Big Brother – Fucking idiots that don’t know how ‘out of control’ they have become. I have noticed this is a thing, perpetuated by the TV show, Big Brother. Bimbo people are involved. I could give more examples, but not here. And even Tony Tydd could see how wrong the situation was, I seemed to be being targeted, so he intervened best way he could think of. The only people I know that are arrogant and stupid enough to do that would be Steve Carter, or the politicians of the time, one of them was from Gunnedah, and another one of them was from Armadale, it was when Turnbull was in government, and I know his daughter went to my school she was in a year or two above me (there is a whole big network of them). But the news people reckon it’s the electricity people, in Gunnedah, Essential Energy, who run ‘the show’ and ofcourse all the coal mines there. And have done so for many years now, which is why the politicians were trying to introduce gas to the area, but they were beaten down before it went ahead, and you can still see the empty gas pipes lying on the ground that haven’t been laid down. And indeed, there are definitely electricity problems in Gunnedah, if you read my photo story “solar panels not contributing to Electricity Bill by Essential Energy” on my About page, - I talk about how they overcharge people that they think are rich (but that’s what Centrelink girls do with pension/welfare – government department) And the electricity people don’t acknowledge solar panels (my bill went up after I installed a $14,000 5kilowatt solar panel system, UP) They are a scam. Thieves. A little birdie told me that apparently, they’ve done something about that in Gunnedah, whether they have a not, I do not know. But they did say they will close the coal mines down, which they can, so they probably did do something about it. (?) But being so out of control as to fly over me when I am down the paddock, and spray me with pesticides – is such disgusting stupid bullying behaviour, that only comes about from no discipline, so obviously still in need of a parental disciplinarian as an adult. MENTALLY ILL – that’s what mental illness is. Why don’t you bang the door of this man’s house down, and drag him off and lock him up in a mental institute – you fuckin bully police. And turning into bullies after not being ‘kept in check’ is a human flaw, one that is founded mainly on greed, and is found particularly rampant in rich men. Business men. Btw I have mentioned that I do not really follow political stories much and I have not been a big tv news watcher, but now, after not being able to walk for the past 5 years due to my foot, sometimes I watch the news, and they tell me the Gas companies have now formed a Cartel. So that’s bad news I guess. Plus, it is a little tiring, hearing farmers complain of job shortages, when everybody knows farmers only pay peanuts. If they paid people properly, there would be no shortages at all. This is definitely my experience in Queensland; as I had to put an ad up for a removalist to help me, if I did not mention money, or only offered what I could afford, I do not get any response, but if I put an attractive price, I get at least 10 people contacting me. All the farmers I know are rich. Filthy. 20. Hickleberry IRRISPONSIBLE farmers Not only are there mass water leakages on farms, all across Australia, but I can’t believe how many hickleberry farmers I have personally known, in Gunnedah and QLD, that burn rubbish on their properties, including volatile toxic plastics. Do they have any brains at all? It is them who are destroying this planet. Someone needs to come along and kick those farmers arses into gear. Btw, this story was stolen off this website, and all my other farmer related ones too. I redid it, shame on IT nerds that protect famers. Farmers are not Gods. Free image photo below from wiki; burning rubbish is a 3rd world problem, not a problem that should exist in Gunnedah or QLD. Wake up. I did personally write a letter to Gunnedah council advising them that in QLD, all areas are serviced by weekly dump trucks, including remote farms – and so that has helped combat the problem of people dumping their rubbish in QLD (bar all the stupid hillbillys that live around the Gladstone area), and so Gunnedah council should service all the farming district with bins and weekly picks ups, otherwise, farmers will continue to burn on their farms. Incase you did not know, there are heaps of non-thinking twits in the farming community. Mongrels. 21. Wilderness story and the real problem of kerbing population I remember as a child, my grandmother used to make donations to the Wilderness society. I stumbled across their website one day, quickly read their front page. Sounded good. Signed up for the newsletter. Over the next few weeks, I received a daily email, maybe it was every second or third day… In it, were issues that were kind of annoying. Like, “eating meat is bad, save the forests and go vegetarian”. And, “you’re not allowed to build in certain areas”, and “no air strips on the island”, and “we want more land regulations”. They were proposing some really restrictive ideas. You know, if I wanted to build my dream home, {well, if I could}, then I would want to build in a pristine area, it certainly wouldn’t be in a dirty treeless suburban area! So, I was ticked off by their newsletters, because they were nowhere near proposing a real solution to all those problems which is kerbing population. So of course, I contacted them, and said “if you want to save the planet the only thing that’s going to save it is to curb breeding, why don’t you start a STOP BREEDING campaign?” Of course, they never got back to me. Nobody acknowledges the real issue. And it’s the number one issue in the whole world. Nobody except for me, seems to even acknowledge the problem. I do also love watching nature documentaries on Prime or Netflix. Did you know Madagascar has cleared all but 3% of its forest. Stupid Madagascans. I could have applied diplomacy here, but I feel diplomacy could have only been applied anywhere up to 40% of cleared land, any more clearing after that deserves utter frankness. You know, for every tree you cut down, you have to plant 3 in its place. It’s a common fact. Little behind Madagascans I am going to tell you a secret; immigration in Australia is not due from war, like we were taught in Grade 10, and like we are shown on television. Immigration in Australia is due from over population in other countries, and those “powers that be” wanting to get rid of their undesirables by sending them off to Australia (and America). PLUS, wealthy people in Australia wanting their investment properties and housing prices to go up. So, they want as many people overcrowding Australia as possible, to skyrocket housing prices, and that is exactly what is happening right under the noses of the Australia public, right now! This is one of the biggest injustices that is going on in Australia, and I don’t think hardly anyone can actually see what’s going on, let alone do anything about it. People fully believe what the news television people tell them. Blinded, by liars and deceivers. This is another reason why I have been ban from Social Media, and excluded from certain broadcasters - I can see through their bullshit. (eventually…). And btw, quite frankly, if you’re a woman, you’ve got to be an absolute twit to have more than 2 children, in today’s world, of all that we know today, as opposed to the past. In 2018, 8 million babies were born via IVF treatment. I could not believe those ridiculous figures when I heard about it. Newsflash; if you can’t have kids, then DON’T! Can’t you recognize a real sign. The pressure to breed and have families is absurd, STILL. You know, looking at this from a psychological point of view, a possibility and in my opinion, most likely cause of why a woman can’t have kids naturally; It’s like those women know that they’re not equipped to have children because they still feel like children themselves, so they have to seek permission from doctors in order to have children. All psychological deciding the physiological. True. Also, did you know this industry (IVF treatment), is not regulated at all? It’s run by doctors, mainly women who want to make money and not only make money, they want to be rich, because they are ‘doctors’. And despite my personal thoughts of how this industry is stealing thousands of dollars for treatments, from wannabe mothers, with repeated false ‘negative procedures’, there has been many problems related to this industry in the news, so you know there’s going to be heaps more problems that you don’t know about. If you can’t have a baby, then don’t. Wake up and stop bumbling, along like a flock of sheep. 22. Old Man Problems Old men wondering why I am not like them. They, who had hopeless parents and bastard father’s. So, as I am not like them, they create situations to try and turn me into someone like them, in really passive aggressive ways too - I can assure you, they don’t want to get caught. This particular instance I’m thinking of, was so passive aggressive I can barely even recall it now. It was something to do with my dishwasher. They didn’t like the fact that I had it on at 6 o’clock at night. (As I mentioned before on my Blog, the unit complex, I’m living in now, for some reason was built without any soundproofing whatsoever, and everyone can hear EVERYTHING that everyone does). There are 3 old men in the unit, so, they thought it was too late, and so they decided to take revenge on me (totally just like how a normal healthy person would think to do. *“NOT!”*). I think they might have taken something from my seed table, a plant, or knocked over my tiles, for delusional revenge. Oh, no I think that time, it was waking me up 3 times during the night, yes that was it. I was really pissed off about it, and decided that I should put the dishwasher on at 6 o’clock every night (it only goes for 45minutes) - do you see, that act of rebellion, stemming from bastard behaviour. It’s like what happened to them as a child, so they now want to pass that behavioural dysfunction on. It’s a major major problem in Australia amongst hopeless families who are just let loose to do as they please; fuck up the kids as much as they want. Leaving them ready as an adult to create problems for other innocent people, like me. I am going to add to this today, possibly the girl next door is the reason why I am having old men problems, they are trying to save her, save her from my 6pm dishwasher! So they took revenge, as in like a punishment for doing the dishes at 6pm (only happened once btw), by waking me up 3 times in the middle of the night or stealing something. But when my pink netting was taken, I heard someone walking about outside that night when I was doing my washing, someone who wore thongs, and later I saw my neighbour – she wears thongs, same noise I had heard. I think now, it must have been that girl (she has not given me her real name – as she is a thief), and she took my netting as punishment for doing my washing at 6pm. Could she be any more STUPID? She is friends with the old man down a bit, and they are egging each other on do it – to be mean bullies. so typical of coward people. You do not get to decide, when I do my washing you delusional idiots. And the real reason I have old men problems is because there are so many bimbos, who hang around me trying to steal something, and stalk me - so the old men hang around me to try and save those stupid thieving stalking dogs. 23. Spotlight Thieving Girls on Meterage, again, featuring Cathy Goldman getting the Dogs Since my blog started off as a means to do something about all the stealing, but also as of late has progressed to include a lot of other topics and stories about my life. I thought I should get back to my original reason, and continue my fight against thieving dogs. So, this is a whole new photo story to tell you about what the girls at Spotlight used to do. There was a spotlight at Tamworth. I had to make a special trip over to Tamworth to get cat food every couple of months or so, inevitably I would stop off at the fabric shop - I couldn’t resist. They often had something cheap in there that I could purchase. What I noticed after shopping from them a few times, when I got home and laid out my pattern on the fabric, it didn’t fit, and I would measure it, and I could see the girls at Spotlight had cut my meterage short, by sometimes up to 10cm. 3cm – 10cm short in the meter! And, on EVERY purchase I made. (And this was before it was washed). Maybe if it happened just once it would be a case of dipsy salesgirl, but on EVERY purchase – this means deliberate sabotage. THEFT. I’m pretty sure one time when I went there, a girl from my class at fashion school some years before, was serving, I’m not 100% sure, only 99%. If it was her, this would be another occasion where Cathy Goldman has gone and got ‘dogs’ from my past, and put them in my path, just like this, and, they have stolen from me. Yet another instance, I’ve already talked yesterday about the fruit shop, and the girl Cathy got, who stole my eggs. What the hell is wrong with that stupid bitch? Seriously? she needs to get a life and fuck the hell off out of mine – YOU ARE NOT INVITED you stupid ignorant thief of woman. Her mother must have been a failure. Oh, and no one tells you, but when you’re in college, with your class – get the names of everyone in your class, write it down, we have cameras now, so get photos to go with names. In 30-40years, you might be thankful. Oh, one time in Spotlight, I ventured down into this corner section with the knits, and it was really dusty, so after picking up a roll, I could not help but sneeze, and it was sooo loud, I really could not believe it, not only the whole big store would have heard me, but the entire carpark and block outside too. Scream Sneeze. I kind of looked around to see a reaction from people, - and there was that short blond bimbo staring at me – the one who steals, so maybe it was her telling the spotlight staff to shortcheat me?? Who knows. Fuck off stupid short blond bimbo thief. btw, also when I went to spotlight, something sewing related would be stolen from my house while I was not there, like my glass bead fringing. Same as what they did when I went to Bunnings in Tamworth. And by the way, after I realised what was going on, the next time I went to Spotlight, there were no girls at the checkout - there was a young male serving (I have never seen the likes of a man at any checkout before ever!). So, it’s not like I put in any complaints about the ‘shortcheating me’. I didn’t even have a phone connected when I lived at Gunnedah. Do you see how the dogs operate; they are such pervert’s and such thieves to go along with their personality trait. Btw, just before that guy served me, he reached into his pocket, and did this kind of, ‘cowboy’ manoeuvre, to remove his scissors, alike drawing a gun from his belt with a little scissor twirl rotation!! Like how they did it in old American western movies! J Quite humorous, a nice change from thieving dogs from my past. Fuck of Cathy Goldman And, btw, since then, dealing with spotlight, I seem to often get girls now with ‘attitude’, so bitchy and annoying. Don’t blame me for your stupid stealing antics. But I did buy a rug from them last year, and honestly, it has been one of my all time favourite purchases! - such lovely colour, and functionality; being right near my bed on a wooden floor. Here is also a good spot to mention I’ve had major problems whenever I’ve gone into those other little sewing shops. You know the type, that sell sewing machines and haberdashery and sometimes fabric. They are like a dying breed now, I think. But I had monumental problems with the little bitches who work in these stores - like they refused to serve me, and were rude. It was blatant discrimination of some sort; at the times I had no idea why there were such bitches. I realised today why, and it was not the ‘ugly’ factor that I experience from little bimbos at the Dr’s, who cannot handle communicating and looking at such a person. But it was the ‘Dog network’ – and those girls knew, that I have other dogs who follow me wherever I go, and those dogs see what I see, so if I see any dodgy business practices, they could be closed down. Like another textile company I worked for, who used to put all their over purchased unwanted ugly fabric rolls in the factory spot, where it used to rain and flood, so every time it did, every few years or so, they would claim insurance on all those fabrics that they did not want any way – the business was later closed. You really should not scam insurance companies! So that’s why those little bitches tried to get rid of me whenever I go in such a store. I think, or it could be discrimination of some other sort? A birdy told me it was someone at Greenfields who was stalking me, trying to manipulate sales girls into not serving me?? Not sure what that was about? Or who, don’t know anyone at Greenfields. Dodgy girls. This is yet another example of how stupid women are, and how they have no idea how stupid they are. It reminds me of some of the cunts I have from Centrelink, or they say they are from Centrelink, who knows, if they really are, but they're just dogs who like to hound people who they think are cheating the welfare system, possible wannabe vigilantes. Some of those people are so evil, their whole existence is just complete antagonism, disrespect and to be a mean bully. I'm pretty sure I've had one girl on my back for years now, until she finally realised she was in the wrong. – it takes them years to comprehend things sometimes. And so, she just stopped, I mean all of those years of torment and harassment from her, then stopped - no compensation for her evilness, no apologies. Just “oh whoops” - just like a stupid bimbo. But, you know, that was her “excuse” to be a bully. She was looking for a reason to bully someone, so she just made up in her head “oh she’s a welfare cheat”. This is what I find so many women do in life; they come up with excuses in their stupid little heads of why they should be a bully. Like “oh well she's on her own, so she's asking for it”, or “she smells, so she's asking for it”, or “she's a possible shop lifter, so she's asking for it” – or the most common bimbo one of them all “oh well, we are trying to teach her a lesson”. They seem to come up with all sorts of cockanninnie reasons to be a bully and go power tripping, like, they have no control in their life unless they are being a bully - THE EPITOME OF STUPIDITY. Furthermore, I said above so many women do it, but really, it's pretty much every single woman I encounter, is like a specific female dysfunctional problem, some men do it, but not all. Whereas all women do it. Well it certainly feels like ALL of them, because there’s been so many, and they often work in packs, like dogs. Bimbo related; this was why women did not have the right to vote for so long. And somethings still have not changed. One time, back in 2017 or so, I saw on the news that one person had wanted to “herd” all the bimbo girls, to ‘exert’ their will and control over them (whether this was male or female “herder”, it was not disclosed. I suspect it was female). But they managed to get a whole bunch of women, young girls, into a big hall, it was like a community hall, and then furthermore, they got all the girls to take off all their clothes, and then they were left there, by the “herder” for them to come to their senses! And so, the camera showed all these girls running out of the community hall, screaming, without any clothes on! Lol. You know it amazes me how this issue is not talked about in schools; women need to be told about “sleeping beauty phenomenon”. How they need to be woken up, to be aware, and why people don't like to talk about it and to wake them up: so they can be easily manipulated like those naked little stupid girls. The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) 24. Dorm Snoring Story I have written on my blog, about how I used to be a fussy eater, I was very petite. And well naturally petite, my mother was petite, but then due to a series of events, I increased my appetite, and put on weight, and I guess it was kind of rapid weight gain. Now, a part of being petite, was having slim air and lung passage ways. So, the extra weight around my face, and throat meant, that I started to snore. And it wasn’t like I was at home in my own room, I was at boarding school sharing a dorm with 3 other girls, and I would frequently wake up to a whole collection of shoes around my bed, as the other girls in frustration threw shoes at me, to try and get some sleep! I actually wasn’t aware of this at all and would just wake up wondering why I was surrounded by shoes! It wasn’t till one of the girls got her friends to sneak in one night and listen to me, who woke me up with their giggling, when I could hear the snore, as I woke up. So, I intern told my parents about this situation, my parents took me off to a doctor, and the doctor said that I had to remove my tonsils, then the snoring would stop. So, I did, I went off to the hospital, had that painful operation, and no more snoring. Problem solved. {well actually no more snoring for some time, but when I started to put on more weight in my 40s, the snoring again continued - however as I do not share my bed with anyone, it is not a problem.} - but oh that cup of coffee in the morning is good to soothe my dry throat. And I would just like to add, the girl that mostly threw all the shoes, and went and got her friends to acknowledge the fact that I was snoring, was a lovely girl by the name of Anne, and I know how annoying and frustrating it is to be woken up during the night. Sidebar; one weekend I was going home (we got two weekend outings per term) and on the previous outing, I had met some friends of mums, the Beggs, who were starting a snail business, is in, escargot for the restaurant trade. I told Mrs Begg, in Armidale at our school garden, there were heaps of big fat snails, I said I would collect some if they wished, and they thought this was brilliant. So, on the night before I was due home, I had a whole ice cream container full of fatty snails, on the bedside table, but, during the night, the snails escaped! And they ventured all over to Anne’s side of the dorm Lol!! (The Beggs later had a successful business and were starred on that good food show on SBS) 25. Daily Glistening Rain Drop Spectacle I have a memory when I was, maybe 13 or 14, it was when my bedroom was outside of the main house, a kind of lean-to addition. It was a great bedroom, there were 3 windows looking into the garden. It was holidays, I was home on holidays, I remember lying awake each morning, over a period of possibly 2 to 3 weeks, and every morning I awoke to see raindrops sparkling in the morning sun on the huge melaleuca outside. It was slightly freak weather; we had a little bit of rain every night, and I would get a kick out of seeing this glistening spectacle every morning. Every morning I would race to pull up the curtain to see if there had been rain again!! Actually, I used to ‘yearn’ for electric curtains, so I wouldn’t have to raise myself up, to pull the curtain. ClickClick, I wanted! Here I am 20 years later, and some genius has sold me an automated blind, all I had to do was plug it in, and hang it. Every morning now, I just have to press the button, Click! and suddenly I can see my beautiful fern collection on my back Veranda , with the morning sun coming through!! - you know it’s little things like this which make all the difference in life. Guess how much rain we had yesterday, 92mm! finally!! after four years of living in Queensland, and before that in Gunnedah with no rain since 2015 - finally, I get to experience normal rain and extreme humidity, with my dry towel on the Veranda now wet, just from the air. Hallelujah! 26. You do not need to be partnered, to find joy, happiness and satisfaction in life 27. Reference from Robert Cull 2-2-05 "Bulga Station" Gunnedah, NSW,2380 Australia 02 67432225 Dear Sir, Miss Emily Bieman has been an excellent tenant for just over 4 years now. She was more than a suitable tenant, caring for the house and the gardens. And always paying the rent on time. Don't, hesitate to call me if you would like to speak further. Robert Cull 28. Small Responsibilities I have just noticed another little story that has been removed, stolen or deleted from my Blog and PC. It’s one where I talk about how responsible my dad was! So, I’m going to put it here again with more details. (Ha!) And by the way, I was kind of prompted to write this because, I came across a woman who, well, there was just some areas in her life that she completely neglected, and wasn’t responsible for at all, like keeping her end of a fire trail boundary line clear of obstacles….plus heaps other things. I put it down to the fact that her father must not have set an example or shown her, how to be responsible about certain things. I don’t believe she had an irresponsible father, but perhaps he was busy and wasn’t around often enough to show by example or teach her these things. So, I guess what I mean by that, if you’re going to be a father - you have to be a father, you can’t just check in every once in a while, you need to put time and effort into it, and “hang out” with the kids. And just know your kids are watching EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE. It’s just as important a job as your career is. If you think your career is more important, you ought not have had kids. You FAILED life. So, some of the things that dad did, to show us {subconsciously} how to be responsible were; Driving slowly and carefully – he never speed’d, not even a little bit when the lights changed (I have had to rewrite that 3 times now!). He really didn’t. Being respectful, polite and friendly to strangers, council workers, everyone he encounted infact. Ensuring any outdoor activity with the kids, like collecting firewood in the trailer, or camping, or Barbequing; that all safety rules were followed, and there was no mess left. Making sure none of the kids left their bikes outside at night, or any other toys and games for that matter. I should mention discipline here. On my “Good parents” story, I say to use money to discipline; that is, give your kids pocket money/ allowance, so they can buy whatever they want every now and then. Then use withholding money to discipline, as it's more effective than spanking or grounding or anything else in fact. So dad didn't really have to discipline us (because we were good kids), but I mean, getting us to pick up our bikes for instance, he would just keep asking us until we did it without him having to ask, so he would just keep kind of raising his tone up every time they were left out, to make sure we understood that he was serious, and well, to remind us, as that was something a child forgets. Eventually we all understood, all we have to put our bikes and stuff away, and so did without being told. So just a matter of persistent verbal communication. Dad would and certainly never did any physical abuse (physical punishment); any man who would strike a child or a partner should not have a family, they're not deserved, and they have mental problems. They ought to have put the time and work in before the child was old enough to be naughty. I believe parents who don't get the discipline part right, they raise kids who develop all sorts of kinky sexual problems, hence why there is a market need for dominatrix prostitutes. A whole sex industry evolved due to bad parenting. (Actually I wrote about this at Gin Gin, and the story is missing, stolen, must be hitting the nail on the head). Kids not raised right also developed stealing problems, like the reason I have people stealing from me is because they have had hopeless bimbo parents – the damage lasts their whole life. I have had so much theft from my house (and harassment), I can’t begin to tell you how satisfying it would be to catch a stupid dog red-handed, and blow her/his fucking head off right then and there; it would be beyond cathartic. and would end a 30 year period of petty theft and harassment. SO, I want to make a distinction here between “punishing” someone for doing these things, and what I said “putting a bullet through their head” there's a difference. It's all or nothing with me. I'm not going to fulfil your sickness, just because you've been raised badly; I'm not going to give you what you want. It's weird how they still persist – waiting to be punished. I guess that thief will have to blame my parents for getting it right. I also believe there are girls out there who heard my quite severe stance on such people, and have implied “well, you can't do that, because you don't want to go to prison for murder”, so, then they send me certain types, and “take your frustrations out on him”! So, girls, NO, stop doing that, try doing something about the stealing instead. Besides, just ranting on a blog how you want to blow some strangers head off, is COMPLELELTY different, than doing it. Bravado and innuendo are essential in life in showing someone how you feel. CLEAR COMMUNICATION. { I note if I say “I want to kill that stupid bimbo girl for stealing from me”, I get a completely different reaction from certain dog types, than if I say “I want to kill that arsehole boy for stealing from me” – like there is discrimination amongst the “stupids”, as in ‘you can’t say that about a girl – girls are sweet and innocent’. Stupid assumption! So, possibly gay women in the police, dog type personalities who would say such remarks? Or non thinking media people? People who take things literally, and can't see the context, the big picture, the tone of my blog… computer nerds who are ‘on the spectrum’? So, this is now a thing, since I kicked up such a stink about being BAN, so much so, in fact, they do fake new stories: that shooting at Bondi, total fake story, and it's all about “we could've prevented it by seeing someone's blog, and if there was an implication that they were going to shoot their head off, then we could have imprisoned them before they do, and then the shooting wouldn't happen - and we would have saved all the girls and children….” So that whole news story was bullshit, with actors. They're trying to save themselves because they can't read the situation. Anyway, my blog is really not about exposing stupid media people and stupid anti privacy police, with fake news stories (there’s been HEAPS). My blog is about stopping the people who steal from me and harass me. I don't want to carry the whole weight of the whole world on my shoulders thanks very much, (even though I can see my blog has made a huge impact on the way of the world, for the better). Truth telling works. {I won’t way in on the debate about parents abusing their kids with “puberty blockers” – that is: raising them in a manner where they learn never to grow up, as its easier for the parent to have ‘control’, if their child remains a child.} Also I've had girls come up with some weird ideas about my father, so they blame him for the fact that I'm single and not married - which is not exactly true at all -if you read my whole blog, you may understand this for yourself. But aside, he was not a “punisher” type person. Remember, I was raised by healthy parents. Weird how so many parents are not healthy, and fail the whole ‘child raising’ thing. SO MANY. Dad would always keep the garden tidy, including the verge outside. When we moved from the farm into town he would also clean up the litter outside our house; we had a little laneway, called Little Barber Street. This little laneway was surrounded by our high hedge on one side, and the neighbours very tall vine covered fence on the other side, and so when certain people turned down this laneway (like other kids), well, it kind of feels private for them, and secret. So those people take this as a sign to litter, because they don’t think anybody is watching. Dad would spend hours out there every year, for 40 or so years, picking up little pieces of rubbish; bottle caps, chip packets, cigarette buts, infact the whole of the service station down the road, confectionery department, would’ve been scattered outside our house at one point or another. Although, I tell you, if I was the homeowner, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to pick up all that rubbish constantly from outside my house. What I would do, is make a big huge sign, so that they couldn’t miss it when they turned into the lane, it would have a huge big beautiful eye on it (sexy) maybe with the words “I’m watching you right now” or something like that. I am pretty sure that would work, subconsciously. Here is a good spot to mention the rubbish in my new town; littering! Certainly, in Gunnedah, there was no major litter on the streets, I mean small amounts scattered here and there, but here in Sarina, there is bucket loads of rubbish, the canal near the mall is full of rubbish – it’s disgusting. People leave the shopping mall, and must toss packaging out the window. IDIOTS. I've noted there are a lot of islanders in Sarina, so I put it down to Happy-Go-Lucky Carefree Islanders with no discipline, and who have overbred on their beautiful island, so now come over to Queensland looking for work - many in this particular town – they just litter away, in nonthinking absurdness. Plus, they also do not know how to drive properly. Bad drivers in Sarina, in fact of all the places I've ever driven around; Sydney, Gunnedah, Bundaberg, Gin Gin, Tamworth, Central coast, all over the place, I have never encountered such bad drivers like they are in Sarina; no signals, wrong signals, red light ignore–ance, not looking, driving out in front of other vehicles, breaking suddenly - oh man, so many problems. I can't believe how bad the drivers are in Sarina. Not sure if they are all Happy-Go-Lucky Carefree Islanders? But there does appear to be an overload of kids on the street, Islanders. Over breeding a problem. I think one of them in a hoodie tried to sell me drugs at the intersection just after leaving woollies one evening. I ignored the parent’s dog body. His parents have failed. Having said that above about the ‘littering Islanders with no discipline’, I have since been up at 6 o'clock in the morning several times, and several times now have witnessed the local garbage trucks on garbage morning, they drive from bin to bin, and if there is some distance in between, then they get a little speed up, and the wind picks up the lightweight rubbish from inside the truck, and blows it out onto the roadside. When I witnessed this, it wasn't just like one or two pieces of rubbish, it was more like one or two pieces of rubbish every second! So, this would definitely account for the extreme amounts of rubbish on the side of the road here. (Poor Islanders with no discipline, sorry bout that!) I have put in a complaint to Council about this (after I did, an item of mine was stolen from my car, it could be related; Council garbage men don't like receiving complaints)? And nothing was done about the littering trucks, they still litter all along the side edge of the road. Then the council mower men mow the litter into many 1000’s of small pieces. Stupid. Here is a good spot to mention; only a non thinking selfish twit would purchase balloons! With all the information we know about plastics, and the problems balloons can cause with wildlife, you would have to be stupid to purchase balloons. Many are made from polychloroprene, metallized plastic or a nylon fabric. I have since learnt some balloons are made from rubber or latex, which do eventually biodegrade, like many years, but so still don’t purchase. If you must buy balloons, make sure they’re latex. Marketing dogs: stop marketing them. Stop making them. And, I should mention the rubbish pile at Freshwater Point; in a little nook off the road, in the mangroves, maybe a fishing spot, I saw a metre high pile of ash and pollution. It absolutely stank of toxic chemicals. It was so disgusting. I can’t believe how moronic people are, putting in plastics, and God knows what else, into a bonfire. It most likely is a teenager hang out spot. There seems to be a need for education in the rubbish and recycling area, and pretty much in all nature related areas, in schools. 29. Dim women don't know that you have to do right by people It astounds me how people (women in particular) don’t know that you have to do the right thing by people, all the time. You have to be on guard to do the right thing. If you don’t, the guilt will drive you nuts! I have people who have done wrong by me 20 years ago, and are still following me around trying to fix it -there’re such idiots. (Seems, so often those perpetrators are always the ‘dim’ ones). So, I thought it worth mentioning here; try doing the right thing by people, don’t screw them over, so YOU can be happy and free. 30. Lisa Sutherland, not Witches of Salem, but Witches of Doctor Receptionists According to Google this girl is Lisa Sutherland from Gunnedah (no cameras back then). Lisa Sutherland is one of the stalking bimbo receptionists who are a part of the mental health industry - witches of Salem group. Their bimbo motive is “We are going to teach you a lesson” They are a group of bimbo women who target women who they don’t like or do not know (perhaps do not like their hair), and tell anyone who asks, in this case, she wrote a doctor’s report, on behalf of the doctor, but decided to deviate from what the doctor and I discussed, to, her own personal opinions with me, formed at reception, stating that I was “agitated with mental health problems”. (Yes, she really did that). Thus some 6 years later, creating a whole heap of problems for me with the stupid Gin Gin police. When really, she was just being a vindictive stupid lying bitch, refusing to give me a doctor’s appointment because she discriminates - exactly the same situation as the Witches of Salem over in America, all of those years ago who had people, other women they didn’t like, burned at the stake. It is exactly the same. The stupid police and the stupid mental health workers fall for it Hook, Line and Sinker, not only that, they encourage stupid little bimbos like that receptionist. Good little doggy. {Also, this receptionists reminds me of the one who refused to give my mother an appointment some 30 years prior, in Gunnedah, when newborn brother Tomas was dying of a rare rib deformation – it’s like they have not changed a bit – fucking STUPID receptionists. You know as a receptionists, all you have to do is make the appointment, that’s it – YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE IF THE PERSON NEEDS AN APPOINTMENT OR NOT – you stupid control freak retarded little girls.} Am I surrounded by morons, yes, I am. Burn in hell yourselves. Actually, someone ought to wright a book then movie, to bring this issue to a forefront – A Modern version of “The Witches of Salem”, with the now, the witches being the female dominated health and mental health industry, wanting to declare women they don’t like or do not know, mentally ill, and wanting to put them in mental health treatments. I can assure it is a huge oppressive problem today. (Read my whole story on my blog, re page Life Stories, down the bottom with the medical stories.) Worse too, what I'm noticing there are people out there who are being kind of brainwashed by these people "oh yes I do have this problem, I am slightly mentally unstable in this area, and yes you're so right I do need that medication for that"! Even really smart people get brainwashed by these manipulators; they target wealthy people who can spend money on expensive drugs – men too. THE REASON THOSE DOGS do this bad behaviour is because no one ever calls them up on it – every single bloody Dr’s receptionists should read this. And, FYI, if there is a range from 1 to 10 to explain peoples level of anger, 1 being low to 10 being EXTREME. If you saw me when I’m angry, I would fall in at number 1, and so on this day in question, I was at no 1 - so most people would have no problems AT ALL in dealing with a number 1 angry person. The reason why she was so ‘shocked’, I suspect {if it wasn’t because she been manipulated by the blonde stalking bimbo from Chatswood - I have mentioned her on my blog too}, but, is because I’m not pretty, and she was looking at my face as I was talking, and it was so far removed from hers and her young friends, that she was literally offended by it, so much so, that she went ahead in her report. STUPID BLONDE BIMBO. Why she was writing a report in the first place – lazy Drs??) created all of these problems for me. So, in fact, OTHER WAY AROUND - she is the one with extreme mental health problems. FUCK OFF. I should add, it was not just 1 receptionists who had issues with me, it was pretty much all of them: just before I moved from Gunnedah, there was one bloody bimbo (this one wasn’t a blonde) I was trying to get an appointment to see the resident podiatrist about my foot, and she implies that because she recognised my name, Bieman, and knew my little brother, Thomas, she said she’ll give me an appointment, no problems. Now, you think I would be grateful upon hearing this - but I am not grateful in the least. I can’t believe this stupid woman had the audacity to only give an appointment to me because she knew my brother, thus knew where I “fit” in society. I was thoroughly disgusted: You have to give appointments to everyone, no matter who they are. I mean maybe they are having a problem with tourists getting free bulk billed dr appointments with friends cards?? Possibly? Maybe there needs to be improved id for Australians. {probably does as I think some girl stole my drs Xray to get pension – she did it in cahoots with Dr receptionists and nurses}. But I think more likely in this case she was being discriminative…. Although there is a problem with tourists stealing in this country. Life Stories P8 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8(this) , LSP9. LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

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

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Page 3 aquarium plant stolen the day I received harassment for money, from employment provider in Gin Gin, massive Road works, street beau Cooktown letter to their council.jpg I love my sweet treats!.jpg SPINTEL internet cutting out again this morning - 13th feb 2022 THEY CANNOT BE CONTACTED.j another coward letter left in my locker, note the hand writing.jpg 2 Hakea seedlings stolen Gin Gin QLD november by neighbours at no 9 village lane kookaburr danger - buyer beware magnetic braclet .jpg Canefarmers polluting my air.jpg more reading glasses stolen jan 2021 from inside house while I sleep YUKKKKK.jpg Mothers paying for their sons mistakes in the form of Cancer.jpg Telstra charged me for phoning 13 number to Optus.jpg Scissors stolen, I suspect by ebay staff.JPG food stealing out of locked car - blonde bimbos do it.jpg optus, why do they bother.JPG pkt of futon screw bolts STOLEN from my tool cupboard 2020 - 2021.jpg light bulb people overcharging in the name of eco.JPG is this a LOOKALIKE car.jpg irrigation poly stolen by measn of sabotage.jpg date collection via printers.jpg apple call centre staff stealing off my ipad.jpg 2 women lurking around my house this morning, pretending to weed.jpg car people stealing at mechanics.jpg Car cam stolen, later returned, then later my TF card for car cam stolen.JPG harrasment from airport biosecurity - they stealing from me.jpg 29. Companies Tricking Customers into Product Early Retirement so you buy another: Mouse. The company that makes this particular PC mouse is stealing from its customers; by creating malware which they insert on people’s PC and it causes problems with a mouse after a set time, usually about 8 months or whenever they feel like it. So, you think that there's something wrong with it, it's come to its end of its life, and you have to purchase another one. BUT in fact there's nothing wrong with it - it is just a greedy thieving hacker making you think that there's something wrong with it. If you do buy another one, keep the old one, and then after six months try the old one; you'll see it works perfectly fine. by the way, this is a special smaller size mouse for people with petite hands; women, possibly children too. You would think that there would be quite a few you could choose from, but actually there's limited smaller sized PC mouse, and this one's probably the best, it's the smallest and most ergonomic. I have not seen any other competition for it. Just, unfortunately the company who sells this appears to be evil. It’s along the same lines as how Apple installs device updates that reduce the running quality a little bit every time, as punishment for having an older device. A bad community. 30. IT Telstra girl who stalks me online and bans me from social media Telstra switched off my Internet two weeks ago, I’ve been trying to speak with them and get it fixed but I just seem to get little Ditsy bimbos every time, no one really knows what they’re talking about….{this was pre-2026, they seemed to have somewhat evolved in the meantime after I wrote this, initially.} I record every single phone conversation that I make and when I played this one back I realised this is the same girl I’ve spoken to her several times and I’m pretty sure this is the IT bitch that stalks me online and ban me?; somehow persuade Admin to ban me or close my account? I can’t access any social media sites, she did it in 2021 and I am still ban from eBay, Facebook, and a couple of others. I mean it is pretty hard to identify a person just from their voice but this one is unusual because many of the IT people I speak to are usually Asian this one is not so she’s more easily identifiable. I mean you could look at it a different way, and think they’re just trying to product place iPads and Sims for cellular mobile? I don’t really condone product placing someone else’s stuff (especially if I don’t get paid for it), although personally, I believe you have to be a fool not to have an iPad anyway, I love mine! I mean how can you get around if you can’t use Google Maps! But it seems to me that there are certain personality types that form online obsessions and this girls one of them I have many articles that I write go missing from my blog some of my other accounts online and my PC and the person doing that would be a computer nerd who knows what they’re doing and this girl would fit into that category I can only write about it, so she can see her dysfunction, and get on with her own life. On my first page I wrote about Bogan Immigrant Theory. I feel this definitely includes Telstra employees, because Telstra are UK based and I think they have sent all of their worst thieving employees down to Australia, and as a result Australia is a backwards country now. I truly believe it's mainly related to Telstra and these communication problems that happen in Australia. Although I was since advised, one lady I knew in Gunnedah, and was friends with her and her daughter, used to work for Telstra, and this would not surprise me, she is a “talking person”, and she would definitely fit into that cliche of a gossiping ladies who talk with everyone; she was a very nice person, very smart too. So because of this knew information, I suspect there was a group of women who worked at the Post Office, because when I looked up the history of Telstra, it started at the Melbourne Post office and they came up with the telephone for their local area in the late 60’s early 70’s (not very long ago), - realizing the problems that come about due to a lack of communication – since they all were such talkers!! lol; and eventually that sector of the Post office branched off and became telecom {that's what wiki says}. Page 3 NEXT 1 2 3(this) 4 5

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. Cunts. 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. PERVERTS 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. There was another one too; there’s an area that is not ever mown, it’s near a steep creek underpass, and I planted a tree there, and so of course what does Council do 12 months later, they come along and mow that area with a special crane Lawnmower, to reach it. They would not of mown it if I didn’t plant a beautiful tree there. Destroy destroy destroy - no regard for the environment, and in fact Queensland wide, so far, I have noted these councils are completely backwards, compare to the rest of the nation when it comes to the environment, (2022). 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 Dads house 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. And, just by the by, there is landcare nursery in Mackay, but only council are allowd to purchase from them, it is not open to the public!! Can you believe that - some major issues going on. 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. Items Stolen at Sarina - Page 1 NEXT 1(this) 2

I love the Internet - Truly, changed my life, helped me greatly, thankyou thankyou. (I remember the day Google came into existence. I was there, I was just thinking; I need a plain simple search engine that doesn’t have any adds, and is easy to read, understand and see results. And wallah! I clicked the button, and then there was Google! – the most magical day of my life!! A new era has begun.) Life Stories P7 - The Stupid woman Stalking Page My car I purchased in 1996,a new Daewoo. The obsessed female car. Another stalker Neighbours who follow me MPB stalkers 1. Public Transport in Sydney – biggest area of ‘bad types’ I mentioned on my blog that I kind of went from one world, to bizarro dog world, when I turned 18. Having a somewhat normal childhood, with normal interactions with kids, certainly all the girls at school; I deemed pretty much normal. And I said it was not until I started working that I encountered so many of these stupid thieving dog women. However, after thinking about that some more, it wasn’t really the workplace initially, it was public transport to and in Sydney; it proved to be extremely problematic. Public transport, at least back then in the early 90s was full of really bad types of people. I used to frequently get followed home after I used public transport. It happened pretty much every time I used to catch public transport. Every time. And I did not get a car until after 4 years of living in Sydney. 4 years of public transport. Mainly I feel this was the case, because I always travelled alone. So, at first when I was studying, catching the train daily, I was frequently followed by girls - girls were the biggest “latches oners” when I was 18. They were kind of obsessed with woman on their own. It was so bizarre how they would just see me, and then start following me. This is truly weird female behaviour. I say female, but I know this is something I would never do. I would never follow anyone, little let alone a total stranger, and I am fully woman, so I think the people who follow me like that, they deserve a whole other category of their own, and I put them into the category of dogs, because that’s what stray dogs do. One time I remember 2 girls followed me all the way home after I left the train, up a big hill, and in fact, that’s the only reason I saw them directly, because this hill was quite steep, and most people were not used to walking up a hill like that, but I did it every day, and I noticed those girls, because they were huffing and puffing, and moaning and whingeing, and when they saw me looking at them, they kind of took off, they were very suspicious, and shortly after that, we were robbed - they took everything in our small meagre flat. It was no doubt them and their dog men who did it. One other place I remember, at Chatswood. I would definitely still have people follow me there too, but that place was not conducive to burglary, as it was a share house, and they had a menacing dog, it was trained killer dog, seriously trained to attack and kill humans (a proper canine dog), so nothing was ever taken when I lived there! {I guess I should have ‘cottoned’ on and taken trained killer dogs to me when I moved to Sydney! This is an indication to the character types one needs protection from in Sydney}. Infact it is a little strange looking back, but I guess still I am the same; just exactly how ‘unafraid’ I was at being on my own. Most people are afraid. And still after all the horrible people I encounter in my life, the people who target singles; I still prefer to be on my own. It’s an obvious ‘right choice’. Another place I lived was above an awful shop in a busy area, so there was always a lot of people around, and that deterred burglars. (By the by, that shop was run by a Vietnamese family, and the two sons, were taller than me - unusual for Asians. Not that I really noticed back then, but looking back, they were unusually tall, tall and skinny. It’s like I moved to Sydney and lived next door to the tallest Asians ever!) {I caught them both one day being cruel to animals; so immediate write off}. And of course, just a general following, and stalking by other people who weren’t necessarily burglars, but just wanted to follow a girl, intrigued by a girl on her own, this fact seemingly to them, meaning some sort of interaction is required. Some of them would try interacting with me as well, others would like, do the whole bitchy little girl thing, of pointing to me and whispering to their friend – staring at me and then giggling for the whole trip. It was a constant total nuisance. I recall catching the country train from Gunnedah down to Sydney (6hrs), one time two guys sitting opposite me were harassing me, after an hour when we stopped at Quirindi, or was it Werris Creek? Some girl hopped on, sat down next to me, and when she saw the situation of these two revolting creatures opposite, she got up, and said come on, and she lifted the chair to face the other way! I would never have dared to do something like that, as it would be perceived as extremely rude! – so naïve! - In our family, we weren't raised to deal with social retards! Everyone was polite and respectful. And indeed, this extended to our circle of friends. Everyone was polite and respectful. So there just was not any kind of “social retardation” or mental illness even. So different as an adult living outside that circle, where there is extreme dysfunction that goes on in society. Extreme. It’s like so many people weren't raised with respect and politeness being important. It's very odd. SO, thank goodness that girl got on, otherwise I would have been stuck again for the whole 6rs with antisocial bully young men harassing me, (should I say “no idea how to be social’” men). I still remember that girl, she had blonde hair - thank goodness for that Blondie! Heaps of other tedious stories on the matter. And I said again, just before, as, I remember now, before that time on the XPT, I was stuck on the same train for 6rs with 2 young men harassing me, IT WAS AWFUL, such peace disturbers, fear mongering nuisances. Those stupid young men should be locked up, at least they should not be allowed out unless they are supervised. I bet they were 3rd borns. They were not infront of me, they sat further back out of eye sight. COWARD DOGS. The whole train carriage would have heard them. Birdy told me those 2 stupid boys were from Gunnedah; one was called Gerard? Not sure if they were the same ones as blondie shunned?? Arsholes will be arsholes. {I think one of those tormenting arsholes turned up one day to visit my brother at my place in Pendle Hill – such fuckin arrogance.} It would have been good to put their names up here – to shame them, to shame their mothers for raising such degenerates. Public transport was a huge problem for me, I would say, particularly being young, but approaching 50 now, I’m pretty sure I’d still have the same problems of people stalking me and following me home if I caught PT. I mean I have a car now, and I still have people follow me in my car! I’ve chosen to leave the big dent in the back of my car, so people who follow can assume that I’m broke, have no money to fix the dent, so are turned off following me - I think it’s working. I just say NO to public transport, (unless of course it was the luxury private cabin travel that they do now with ensuite and 24hrs room service! – The Ghan on the ‘Indian Pacific Australia’ or the ‘Shiki Shima Japan’ or ‘Venice Simplon Orient Express France’ or ‘The Blue Train’ Africa!! - Not even in my dreams!). Realistically, I just can’t use public transport in Australia, due to all the stupid Australian dogs. Oh, that’s right; the one time when I travelled overseas, to Hong Kong, I stayed at my friend’s house from fashion school. I caught public transport there quite a bit, and I do recall being harassed one time only, by a child, a little boy on that train – harassment in the form of he thought he was being helpful. So I guess it’s not conducive to Australia. But it is conducive to STUPID PEOPLE, one thing I have noticed about people who harass me in such a manner – they are all stupid. And not just a little bit, but really stupid. Like the kind of stupid that ought to not be allowed outside. Stupid mothers breeding stupid kids- truly there needs to be some sort of regulation, plus NO more than 2, as woman CANNOT look after more than 2, PROPERLY. They are really HOPELESS. The ugly truth – the root of those PT problems; bimbo mothers. One of the biggest things I find so bizarre in life, is that nobody acknowledges this huge problem that I encounter on public transport, like it’s such a burden for me. Such a problem. What? doesn’t this happen to anyone else? I was later informed it does happen but to only certain types of people, like why there are a lot of university professors who do “research”, that’s their chosen job, hidden away out of the public, so they don’t get picked on. This would explain why Uni’s charge an arm and leg, paying for their salary too (!) Although when I was rmit, their annual fee was aprox $500, so I am not entirely sure if it is just other Unis that charge $10000+ a year or what? Well, actually, it does mostly seem to be a problem specific to me, I feel most people can travel on public transport without being followed and harassed (?) - I mean if this was NOT the case, no one would use PT and it would be closed down a long time ago. So, I want to make a point of saying that public transport is definitely a good thing if you're not me. Lol. I did see a YouTube video where people on a Japanese train were harassing a young woman, and they were doing it deliberately to torment her, but they were posing as actors, like “street performance”, and this girl clearly didn't want anything to do with them, she didn't want to interact with them - and that's what they were vying from her; interaction. The whole thing was painful to watch, it was obvious that those so-called “street performance” people WERE BULLIES. And also, really stupid bullies, because they couldn't read the situation, and see how uncomfortable that girl was, and this to me is an indication that they are 3rd borns + attention seeking loved starved idiots - yet another reason for bimbo mothers to stop having more than 2 kids. Bimbo mothers; the root of all problems. It’s bad enough having to now live in residential areas and be harassment by my neighbours, (whole dog family). I have since moved to a significantly more peaceful area, thank goodness. When I first moved here, I did have, initially, a problem with the teenage boy across the road yelling out, and motorbike hooning up to my fence, and I thought well I'm not going to commence another few years of living here with the same harassment problems from kids like at Sarina, so I immediately put in a complaint to the police, I even sent them a map showing where they lived! And that was the end of it, I haven't had any more problems, well on the whole, mostly. I can assure you it certainly makes a difference to your quality of life when you're not being harassed by the kids next door. Why so many people have kids, is still backwards. This country has some truly dysfunctional parts about it. Yes, these things really happened, and do happen. I am not making them up to fear monger. STOP TRYING TO OPPRESS ME. 2. Typical Outing, Another Example of Constant Incessant Persecution, Warrumbungles So, I get harassed every time I go out, but this trip to the National Park this day in 2006 I think it was. I WAS FURIOUS at the harassment. I think it was because my trip was seen as ‘unwork-related’ by the stupid dogs. A National Park - by the way is actually work related, I have a nursery business and a keen interest in native plants, anyway, but the main reason I wanted to go there was to get away from all the arshole harassment I was experiencing at Henry st with carhoons. So, on this day I somehow unbeknownst to me, managed to attract multiple ‘weirdos’. First of all, there was (actually, occasionally still is) a WHOLE LOT of women in new cars around me, and especially at petrol stations, (?) then, I was followed by young men (trying to be predators, but I just perceive them as nuisance flies) – and who start harassing me and following me, {because I’m not at work, (I think???)} and on my own (I think???); maybe they think I might be looking for ‘fun’. And their opinion of fun is very different than mine. NO NOT LOOKING FOR YOU – YOU STUPID ARROGANT LITTLE BOY. I can’t begin to explain my low opinion of these scum clueless creatures that harass; what stupid little boys disguised in grown men‘s bodies. STUPID. (Although at work, even under someone ‘s supervision, I would still be harassed in same manner by hoons outside, and female too). Btw, I find generally most people who harass me are short! Just a weird thing that short people are vulnerable to, this type of delinquent behaviour, it is a total dysfunction, and in my experience, you can never trust anyone who is short, I would go so far as to say a lot of them are actually mentally retarded, in my opinion, due to a lack of vitamins as a child. They certainly have no social skills to speak of whatsoever. (Thanks for all the short smarties that have since been in contact!!...”I’m normal”, “I’m smart”…. lol). There are plenty of girls that follow and harass me, and in fact, mostly it’s girls, but I’m just remembering this specific incident at Warrumbungle National Park, because I was really trying to get away from everyone that day in Gunnedah, at Henry st, and find some peace and quiet in the lovely forest, (I was later advised by a little birdy that it was John Peterson and his mates, who were car harassing me in Gunnedah at that time, as he was ‘pissed’ off that we never ‘hooked up’ {?} – well, guess I was right about that rejection. No socially retarded stalking car hoons for me thanks very much. But then later someone else implied it was stupid blonde bimbo, you know, the ones maybe from the ABC,(?) the scum female narcissists, and not John. Although I thought I saw Heath Barwick??? I guess all short people look the same to me. Whatever – all coward pathetic scum. Oh, and later someone else or same person, said it was John Xidas (!), my friend from school’s older brother!!! So, who knows. Pathetic scum. LEAVE ME ALONE! What I do is NONE of your business. So, but of course, once again, on that day, I had little shitheads just doing the exact opposite of what I want. Heath Barwick? Thieving Idiot, he belongs in prison. (We are not friends, we never have been, he was friends with my brother – even though my brother said he used to steal off him) Could have been a look-a-like or that flatmate from Melbourne – idiot, I think he stole my copper kettle? Or there was, in 2000, about 5 young men (little boys who were not wearing any shirts) who came out to my farm in the pretence they left something there before and were looking for it – or something, I can’t remember, (read my “Rowan Leigh - Never go to music festivals” photo story on p1), but I naively let them wonder around. And as they were leaving, they went past my room, which happened to be completely empty, it was a big house, and I heard one of them tell the other, “oh look, she does not have anything anyway!!” so those boys were definite thieves, someone would have sent them out to my house, (most likely stupid blonde bimbo), and it is possibly those boys who have been stealing and harassing me since – burn in hell boys- you deserve a baseball batting, and, as you always seem to need for things to be spelt out FUCK OFF. Plus, I know there are women behind them, they are just the puppets. Again, I was reminded by someone, that it all comes down to my car – that’s what they were chasing – a feeling, a ‘flame feeling’. See my car below. (Course, I was followed around by dogs way before I got my car…..) You know it’s not my problem, that most other people have no guts or creativity, and just stick to “plane jane” cars. It ought not to be my problem, that there are so many stupid blonde bimbos either. IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU ARE STUPID! In all the movies I watch, no one else has stalkers and predators trying to victimise women from afar like this. I guess Australians are just simply more coward and backwards than Americans or British. Here is a good spot to mention, back in about 2008 or so, my sister who was living with dad, decided we should go on a day outing to visit local sights, so we picked a National Park, and off we went. I can’t recall exactly where we went but I think it was a National Park behind Manilla somewhere, I remember Manilla because, when we drove down the main street in Manilla, there was a pub, and what appeared like about 20 horny men who leered out the windows and doors as we went past, whistling and woohooing! Idiots! No one else was harassing me, or ‘us’, for the whole trip, unlike, if I were on my own at any other time in my adult life. When we arrived, there was a “National Parks and Wildlife” sign, talking about the protected area, and explaining some of the species there. Someone had planted a whole heap of Grass trees near the sign too. Very pretty! But right near the car park there was a dried-up creek, and there, munching away, in the National Park, were at least 5 cows. So – “protected” my arse! We could see the fence near the creek, it did not go through the creek, so that’s where they were coming and going as they pleased. And that area is usually dry, this means those cows would usually be there, eating species into extinction. Some anti-green, greedy farmer, cashing in on NSW Parkes and Wildlife. I should point out the difference in land that is not grazed, compared to land that is grazed on, is chalk and cheese. Like ungrazed, is this lush green thick covering, over the earth, even in drought times. But grazed, it’s a sparse yellow brownish ‘desert looking’ ‘drought looking’, dry appearance, pretty much all the time except immediately after rain. So HUGE difference in the land that does not have cows grazing, and especially noticeable in low rainfall areas. This is why trees are so important, in farmers paddocks – plant some Kurrajongs you lazy hics. (p10, no 15 –“My Kurrajong idea for Australian Farm paddocks”. Also note my garden on each header of my Blog; how green is that grass in my yard, with NO WATERING, 7yrs into a 9yr drought). Told you. All I did to my “lawn”, was mow, I had a “mulcher mower”, it was brilliant. Plus, I got rid of any painful weeds like bindy or cathead the first season I was there. None grew back. I did not care about any other weed that grew in the lawn, so long as I could wear bare feet on it, and it could be kept short, fine by me! ‘Perfect lawn’, not a priority. Btw, horses are just as bad as cows. Saw recently a documentary on the current war about the Brumbies in The Snowy Mountains near Mount Kosciuszko – sorry to say, and I love horses, but they have to go! National parks need protection against cattle, sheep, pigs and horses (sometimes rats too). Of course, they cannot be aerial culled - come on, what's wrong with you. How would you like a nuisance member of your family ‘culled’ (shot)?? Reign them in, build a fence, pay a bounty, do what you have to do, then sell them to whoever wants them, for next to nothing, free? Horses are expensive, so I know they will sell at a good price. There are many private properties with horses, living in ‘environmental harmony’. Fine. So, keep National Parks protected. 3. This driver is obsessed with me This car, I’m not sure what its number plates were back then, but it’s exactly the same as this car (which is now parked at my neighbours across the road. Just sits there never moves has been there for a month’s now) I’ve had a huge problem with whoever was driving this car; they would follow me around whenever I went into town in Gunnedah and Tamworth - basically harassing me. And whoever it was, they would always put P plates on, and there would be some decorative feature in pink. I think the number plates were pink as well, so the windows were dark, so I could never see who was driving, but once I saw a short tubby blonde girl (I am pretty sure it wasn’t R Wainberg, but looked like her) And I strongly suspect the driver was not a P plater, as the car constantly had P plates on (for about 10 years in fact) so that’s just weird. I’ll bet they have very sore legs and a big ass, from driving around so much. (I think that same short blonde girl was harassing me one year at the Christmas Street lights, about an ebay bid I cancelled?? - DOG) This car is also one of the cars that leaves when I leave and then returns when I return plus I saw the son of that couple who owns that house follow me over to the beach one day. Maybe they have borders in that house? there seems to be at least five different cars there, one driver I saw is tall and skinny. You know, if you’re thinking about me, then you’re not thinking about what you’re supposed to be thinking about – and that’s good food, btw. So, stop occupying your time with me, and think about food. 4. 26th July 1130am WHITE SUV following me again - most likely stealing my mail Every time I leave my home and go down through Kookaburra Park, there’s always a white SUV either parked by the side of the road in various spots, or goes past me. This girl is obsessed with me and appears to have mental problems - if anyone sees her, please Bom Wake her, - she steals, poisons my food and tampers/breaks my car, not to mention, harass’s. This has now stopped, since I did this blog, thankyou thankyou. 5. Well, you can try to keep up I am frequently remined of some guy rebuking me when I suggested I was followed around and harassed. He implied it was all in my head (arshole), so I have started writing about many of the times in my past when I have had such problems, I can’t write about all of them, as there are too many. But looking back, I have realized, that ‘followed’ and ‘harass’ is really an understatement, and the word ‘persecution’ is more realistic. Since I started writing about it, it has been GREATLY reduced, but am still followed by cowards in cars, where ever I go. (Bugger off btw, are they simpletons? Why does someone want to follow someone else down the street? Do they have heaps of petrol money to spend? do they have heaps of time to waste? I can truly only imagine that these people are so retarded, they can’t think of anything to do, so that they have to follow somebody else around - this is the epitome of stupidity, get a brain you idiots, and stop being a nuisance.) Because I have a Collapsed Arch, I have not been able to walk or do exercise for nearly 5yrs now (Doctor could not diagnose it till 3rd year) so that, in conjunction with COVID19 gov cash grants, (how nice not to worry about food for a change) I have put on a little weight. I figure a bike might help as I can push the pedal into the arch. So, I have started riding down to check the mail every day. As of two days ago, they have now started to wait down there for me - yesterday there was a blue car waiting for me (honestly could be coincidence, but today there was a child harassing me (often if I hear a Childs voice yelling out, but I can tell it’s a woman pretending to be a child, somewhere along the lines of Bart Simpson), from one of the houses at the big dam when I rode past, and then a white van going to that house. I am going to have to take my camera now when I go riding. DOGS -persecution. (Nothing has been stolen over the last 2 weeks, except 1 batch of frozen roo mince) Honestly, I think their main evil plan is to try and make me sound crazy, because I can see what is going. Its like they know how to make someone appear crazy by simple ‘people placement’ and theft. It seems to be a ’thing’, a cultural thing amongst bogan Australians who are ultimately in juvenile REBEL MODE; “let’s have some fun with person and try and make this person seem crazy”. And I can assure the police in Gin Gin fall for it hook line and sinker, its like they have absolutely NO IDEA what goes on. Btw, I only had my bike for a couple of months when I realized, I could no longer ride it due to knee arthritis in both my knees. Dam! And I will put this Melbourne bike riding story in - When I was in Melbourne I was accosted by this bicycle guy, he kept a look out for newcomers (hall monitor type) and whenever he saw someone new in the area, he would stalk them, and then just as you’re about to get out of your car, he would zoom past, he would like wait and time it, so you get a bit of a fright - in order to make the newcomer, aware that there are bicyclists in that area, so you can’t just open your car door because you might knock one flat. He was like a full on territorial dog guarding his streets and fellow cyclists! I bet he only targeted women on their own. (My brand-new $470 bike, sold for $110 at the Bundaberg Tender Centre last month – what a waste – story of my financial life.) why can’t I find these good things secondhand? Also, here is a good a spot as any, I mentioned above covid19; I’m hoping after the whole, extreme (almost 2 years) of COVID-19 virus saga, that we are now more aware of the contagiousness of viruses, people are now more willing to cover a mouth when coughing and sneezing, and will stay out of the community if you’re sick. {I remember before, people had no problems going to work or school, or generally interacting with people, when they were sick. Ridiculous! If you’re sick you have to stay home; make the most of it, a couple weeks in bed watching Netflix – hooray! I think we should take it even further, and that is, instead of kissing one another hello, as some people do, particularly amongst family members at holiday time; instead of kissing, it should be just cheek to cheek transaction. Take a moment. Much more pleasant and meaningful. 6. Stalking Dogs in Melbourne I want to write about the girls in Melbourne. I moved to Melbourne and went to RMIT for a very brief time, I say brief, as it was so unbearable down there, I soon had to leave. I was surrounded by these girls, really I say girls, but the only words to describe them are stupid little leach bimbos, they would be constantly around me on a daily basis, especially in the mornings, but I remember specifically one time, I needed to get a ruler for my course, a special grading ruler, and it’s kind of hard to explain but those stupid bimbos would try to control how I got to the place of purchase, and which particular ruler I should choose - without going into the details, I just wanted to express here, how fucking humiliating those stupid girls are (they still would be, stupid bimbos like that can’t be helped. Get a fucking brain you stupid little dogs). I think Cathy Goldman has something to do with it. I still have people who hang around and do the same, they were at Bundaberg on the 17th dec, different ones, but organized following, condescending. Since I have cameras now, it’s not so easy for them, because they’re cowards and they don’t want to be seen as a Nazi bully, they especially don’t want to be yelled at or made a public spectacle of. Btw I can’t help but see some of them, they usually try and hide in the general public on the street, and I don’t waste time seeking dogs out. Most of them that I’ve seen had blonde hair, not always, just an observation. I can still clearly see one, she was a blonde with fair skin, kind of a big (in my mind she looked dumb and zombie like, as if she was under control by another force (so important to be of sound mind all the time), but I also saw her somewhere else in a different state at Centrelink behind the counter, she is one of those dogs that literally follows me around. If I had my way, she would be getting the electric chair, the world would’ve been a better place without. Fuck off. When I was in Melbourne also some of my family was there for a brief period. I know my brother’s wife Sherry, saw one of the guys that was harassing me one morning, which is very unusual as they don’t usually let themselves be seen in front of people like family or friends (Secret plot to make me sound crazy), and I say a guy, but usually it’s always girls harassing me, just occasionally there are young men or fully grown men. Sherry did not know what was going on or why that guy was there, she just thought he was talking to us from across the street, and was like “what the?”. {Oh, by the by, one time in Sydney, I was staying with my aunt, she noticed that where ever we went, there were people in brand-new cars, she said look, they are everywhere! I’m not sure whether she made the connection that wherever I go, I’m followed around by people in brand-new cars, or did she just think everyone in Sydney suddenly had a brand-new car! BTW, they do this (this is my theory) to show off their brand-new car, and also car manufacture people do it to show off any new things they have done, like a cool new blinker design, or a new hub cap design, etc etc. They show off in an obvious and overt way like stopping right in front of me for no reason, for about 30 seconds, with the new blinker on! And my sister was also there, I was trying to tell her about the ruler situation, she implied it served me right because I was trying to buy the wrong ruler, (what the fuck?) like maybe I should’ve prodded her to find out exactly what she was talking about, but as far as I’m concerned, this comment, makes her one of the stupid dogs too. 3rd borns, if only mothers new how handicapped they are compared to 1st borns, if they knew, no one would have more than 2. I think special attention needs to be brought to the “Secret plot to make me sound crazy” part, that I mentioned above – I am not sure whether that person on the street where Sherry was, would deny he was talking to me if I confronted him?? But I do believe the girls involved in persecuting me do so with the intent to make me sound paranoid -little blonde ‘goodytwoshoe’ types, as they want to discredit me, (because I have all the dirt on many stupid girls, especially from school) And when someone is diagnosed as being paranoid, often that diagnosis is mis associated with ‘potheads’. Hence why they are stealing small invaluable items from me on a weekly basis over 10yrs, in the hopes to drive me nuts and paranoid, so then they can discredit me and call me paranoid pot head. And hence why they tried to label me as someone with mental health problems – read my mental health story on my about page - STUPID LITTLE WOMEN- truly stupid. They are evil. I am not, and was not ever a ‘pot head’ (I have tried it though, when I was 18, I did not like it – apparently in some circles, I specifically had a reputation for being a drunk and on drugs? Neither of which is true – I still do not drink, not even a little bit! {the dog network, spreading rumours, could have been spurred by my little sister Penny Bieman?}). I am not paranoid, even after their attempts to try and drive me nuts with constant theft and verbal harassment. Of course, every action there is a reaction, but I am a very cool, calm and collected person. Still. Just somewhat more cynical and cautious after my experience with MOST people. I should further point out, those ‘goodytwoshoe’ types wanted to use me as an example; because so many people thought that I was on drugs and a pothead, then they could say- “look what happened to her now, she’s crazy, and has no house, and it’s from drugs, so don’t use drugs” They literally think they are doing good. NOT ON DRUGS. So, in the in the process of their “helpful” tirade, they are ruining my reputation and causing a whole heap of problems for me, plus other people too. And by the way, I have actually met a couple of hard-core long-term potheads, and they are by no means paranoid at all, not in any way, shape or form. So, I know it’s not a general rule, those ‘goodytwoshoe’ types are wrong, as usual. I would say being paranoid would more likely come more from being chastised at school by nazi teachers, or from being wrong in class and in turn being reprimanded or humiliated. Sets their future up as being fearful of doing the wrong thing. (Teachers are hopeless) and NEWSFLASH, smoking pot, does not lead to a sudden interest in trees – you stupid little short blonde from Gunnedah, as in people who garden, plant trees, or have an interest in horticulture, are not POTHEADS. Btw, it is still illegal to use, supply and possess cannabis in Australia – all states, except for; medicinal purposes; and that requires a doctor’s prescription – and then you can buy it at the chemist! Just looked it up on google. 2022 {the chemist did this, as they were sick of missing out on all the sales of pot - $50 a little bag if I remember from when I was 18} WHAT A WASTE OF MONEY, talk about retail suckers!! One of my neighbours smokes it, I can smell it – I am pretty sure I know who it is. And I have noticed the type of person that would succumb and fall victim to marijuana use, are the type of people who have a natural born Nuisance personality trait, that is someone who really needs supervision, as they can’t think of anything better to do, so they resort to drugs - to occupy themselves. Having said that, I do feel in today’s modern times, at 18 or thereabouts, when everyone else is ‘experimenting’ and pretty much going through a ‘rite of passage”, those kids that don’t try pot; in my experience, it is those kids who have a cowardly personality trait, they have no guts, as it does take a bit of courage to try something you know nothing about; they live in fear, but then this personality type, goes on in society to do damage under the pretence of superiority. I think someone needs to point out, that a recreational drug was created for an experience, so you can learn something about yourself- like maybe how to laugh at silly stuff… so that is what you get from it. So, there is no point repeatedly doing it, you will gain nothing from the experience anymore, nothing. I am not sure it would relieve pain either, I am not experienced in this matter, but I would think not. Possibly the people in terminal pain, no one really cares if you’re on drugs or not, so do whatever…. Just by the by, did you know that single ladies (who drive charcoal cars that look like a mouse), are not permitted to attend Melbourne Aquarium. There is no such written rule, but I can assure you, this is law amongst the people of Melbourne. And if you do have the audacity, as a single lady, to attend Melbourne Aquarium, then the local council will give you some sort of fine. I have mentioned before, since I have written this blog with all these kinds of details, the stealing has been reduced – but they still are stealing from me, including some of my writings, like the bit I said about ebay staff was deleted, lucky I saw it the following day and re wrote it – it was the bit about how if I create a new account, they deleted it within ½ hr (they track me constantly, turned me into a cat and mouse game, they did it, do it on Facebook too). Bunnings Bimbos still steal from me; my Petunia was stolen by their delivery driver a few months ago, looked like the same girl who stole my trees on the Keepit Dam Rd near Gunnedah, who also looked like the territorial dog who worked at Bonds in 1994 when I worked there too. Women – so fucking stupid. 7. Postage dogs who deliver my mail to my neighbours – their friends instead of me. There is this weird game the dogs play; they try to manipulate you by taking advantage of the situation, like an ‘opportunist’; so, for example (they do it in many numerous ways, but I’ll try and give you an example of where it’s really obvious what they do, sometimes it is not so obvious). So, maybe you’re expecting a parcel, (COVID TIME), you keep a watch out for the mailman or the courier. And delivery trucks keep turning up at the neighbours, like, ‘they do signs’, to try and inflict concern, so all parcels (including yours) are being delivered to all your neighbours, and you don’t get your parcel. That’s their game, initially to try and trick you. Seriously a horde of delivery trucks on standby, or ready to drop everything and play games. (They did this at Gin Gin big time). So, if you just ignore these mentally retarded antagonistic dogs, and wait, usually the parcel turns up - in the past this has been the case, although here at kookaburra Park, it actually doesn’t turn up, they do steal my mail by delivering it to my neighbours, I’ve had literally dozens of items in the 2 years I’ve been here, stolen this way, through the post, as well as FastWay couriers (whose real name is SlowWay Couriers – such rude nasty cunts). My parcels gets delivered to my neighbours - friends of the mail contractor and Courier, I personally believe, they are friends. I kicked up a big stink about this, (as in, made several complaints) because it’s an easy problem to solve; just find out who the contractor was, but instead of doing that, they have actually ban me from the post office, and from eBay. I truly think I’m surrounded by complete morons. Thank goodness there are many many other online websites who will quite happily send items to me with proper tracking number (StarTrack always deliver, as does TNT, DHL) Fedex steal from me. So, in the past when I’ve ignored the mentally retarded antagonistic dogs, the dogs feel like they have lost because they didn’t “get to me” as in, I wasn’t concerned, stressed or worried because I knew it would turn up. They really feel like they LOST – just so weirdly bizarrely wrong and stupid. So, if I had of been concerned about it, and even phoned the courier up, and demanded to know where is it, then, according to mentally retarded antagonistic dogs, I would’ve “lost” because it means that I was paying attention to the stupid people who are having fun playing this sign game. So if I ignore whats going on I win! I’m not sure where the logic is? I mean do they want people to be complete zombies and not pay attention to what’s going on around them? Stupid games by stupid people. Another one of the courier games was refusing to deliver my mail unless one of the neighbours were home, as in implying; child minder required. Just nasty bitch behaviour. They also did that at Sarina occasionally {but after I left Gin Gin and lived in Sarina, suddenly, on the whole, I no longer had those extreme mail problems that I had in Gin Gin, this posty even delivered ALL my parcels to my front door!!” but the courier companies at Sarina were still a problem, infact, that courier behaviour may have come to full fruition at Sarina, as I wrote about it on my Blog (and I had given my blog address to all my neighbours there!), I talked about all the bloody Toll mega semitrailers stalking me every time I went to mail my letters, plus at Bundaberg, same thing with these huge Toll trucks. So, since leaving Sarina, I have not had this problem at my new address so far, (just the nuisance narcissist ambulance sirens all this week). It seems the main aim is to try and manipulate the ‘girl’, without being seen and caught so to speak, like a rebellious child-like activity. I’m pretty sure they target single ladies, I mean I’m usually always on my own, so I don’t really have any experience in this area, but I suspect this is the case. As when other people are around me, I don’t usually have this kind of problem, occasionally they will do signs, which can be kind of annoying if you’re trying to have a conversation with someone and they keep flashing up particular signs, like billboards on a truck that drive past, or flashing lights, banging drums, beeping horns, trucks that have metal bits attached so it is designed to be ‘overly noisy’ when going past, commentating - they have all sorts of means and ways of how they do it, they especially use these tactics to give you ‘confidence’ or take your confidence away, to make you sound foolish in front of the person you’re talking to, or make you sound good, empower and unempower, they can be very manipulative. This is why it’s important to know how to, first recognise them and then secondly how to ignore them, truly – unfortunately this is not a figment of my imagination, they do this absurdity. And usually if you talk about these things to other people when they’re not happening, so you can’t point out to them exactly what’s happening, they will often assume that you’re crazy, like there’s such a lack of understanding about mentally retarded antagonistic dogs , I find it really weird. I heard once that this is deliberate amongst the ‘powers that be’, so as not to ‘reward’ bad behaviour with attention of trying to catch them. Because they feel, those mentally retarded antagonistic dogs, all they want is attention, because of their hopeless parents, who starved them of love when they were growing up. So now they act out, in the form of attention seeking behaviour. This makes sense enough, although, really, in my experience, you can’t do anything about a problem, until it’s acknowledged. It needs to be acknowledged and then addressed. I mean you could acknowledge it with a gunshot, which would be fine by me, but there obviously needs to be tactics thought of in dealing with these morons, I know the police do absolutely nothing about those menacing truck drivers who so disturb the peace here at Gin Gin. I mentioned in one of my stories my brother‘s wife, saw one of these people who was harassing me outside our place of stay in Melbourne - it’s really unusual that they make themselves seen, they have some secret plot to literally make you sound crazy. Like for some the whole point of their signs” is to not only make you sound crazy if you talk about them, but to actually inflict psychological torture. {after one of my complaints about them, on the ABC, I heard this woman say “oh, would we do that – nooo” – like her sarcasm suggests, “yes, we are fucked people, and t our main aim is to manipulate and inflict psychological torture on women, it is fun for us”. I think part of the excitement for them, is they want to be unseen and sneaky for some reason. (they want to be a fly!) At one point I suspected that they target poorer people, because there seemed to be a lot of mentally retarded antagonistic dogs who do this, who have money and time to waste, but after living on a property that was owned by a lawyer, I no longer think this is the case, because I saw them trying to have a go at him as well. So not just single ladies either. I can assure you these mentally retarded stupid antagonistic people are very real, there is something wrong with them in their head, only, because of their sneaky dog ways, they think they’re really clever. Someone told me they think its “Art”, as in, a creative way to communicate (deranged, disturbed, and unhinged.) It is an absurd pastime, they remind me of that slightly mentally challenged boy ‘Lennie’ from Of Mice and Men, how he first accidentally killed a puppy, then manhandled Curly’s wife, and choked her to death without really knowing what he was doing. L-E-N-N-I-E Or other such behaviour that socially challenged country delinquents get up to. I am from the country, and I can assure you – there are plenty of socially challenged country delinquents, I have met some mothers of these creatures – they are hopeless. I don’t know why the powers that be have got away for so long the activity of encouraging so many women to breed “populate or perish’ – just so wrong, children are NOT for everyone. PARENTING CLASSES PLEASE! SO, as far as I am concerned, those mentally retarded stupid antagonistic dogs, are not worthy of living on planet Earth. STOP USING ME TO TRY AND FEEL INCONTROL OF YOUR LIFE. I’ll have to add, these people, I’m guessing were raised with extreme alcoholism problems within their parents/teachers/grandparents…. So, for these big issues, to be addressed, I don’t see how there’s any way to address them, without addressing family values for the future. Parenting class for all pregnant mothers. Alcoholism! Geeze, even a three-year-old could see the problem of drinking these days. You know, it is my experience, that everybody wants to be ‘in control’, EVERYONE. But if you’re under the influence of drugs or alcohol, you relinquish that control, so it just doesn’t make any sense at all - And anyway, drug and alcohol abuse is done by people who want one thing; and that is, they want to be saved, they want someone to literally save them and put their life on track, they are waiting around for someone to save them. I suggest to those people; turn to God because no one is going to save you. wakey wakey Australians. I put the Australian flag above, as I am fairly certain this retarded problem is only an Australian bogan thing! (According to google Australia, America’s and the UK's per capita alcohol consumption has fallen significantly from peaks in the 1970s, reaching lower levels from 2000+): So, this is evolution. And see, you can see it, it does happen; what was like in the past, is different today. Also, I want to say about mentally retardation: if you think there is something wrong: try looking within, and start gardening, really gardening, only you can help you. 8. The weird and bizarre phenomena on of people leaving their house when I leave my house So yesterday I complained to the police anonymously about the trucks waking me, and everyone in the park up, at aprox 3:30am every morning, and guess what, last night there was no trucks. I’m not sure if this is going to be a whole thing now, or maybe it was just for one night? But yesterday, again they switched the water off, so again I have no water! And the other thing is I went to MpB yesterday, before I left, I was putting my rubbish out and 4 cars appeared (unusual in quite kookapark). One of them appeared just as I was leaving my house, a car from down the road that left too - this is not a coincidence, this happens every time I leave, it used to be obvious my neighbours were following me when I went to the post office, but since I no longer go to the post office, they still seem to be following me. - that first car at my gate was at Helen Dobles house, so maybe it’s Helen who is following me around today? I managed to get a close up photo when that car followed me to the rubbish area, looks like Helens grandson? They seem to take it inturns, and they leave just ahead of me, in the attempts to disguise the fact that they are following me. Before it was a car from the house next to Helens, at David Hookers. I put a YouTube up showing that car. I’m pretty sure I had people who follow me when I went to MpB that day. But the thing happened yesterday at MpB was a whole spate of mothers and daughters placed in front of my car. I did catch them all on camera, but I don’t feel it worth going through the whole process of editing my bodycam and car camera video recordings. No one wants to see a whole spate of mothers and daughters. Oh there was quite a few people doing bike signs, to remind me that I could put up my “for sale” poster at MPB. I would have more of a chance selling it there than at Gin Gin, I want to sell my bike, as I have for arthritis and can’t ride it (damm it) and MPB is an excellent place to ride a bike, all flat. And while it was good to be reminded of this, as is sometimes the case, unfortunately more times, many more times, it is NOT good. I deeply resent people who do ‘signs’. So condescending, it’s unbelievable, you have no right to infringe yourself, to encroach yourself, on my life; who the fuck do you think you are? we are not in a relationship. Such widespread surveillance, infringes, my personal liberties. Get your own life and don’t be so disrespectful towards me. STOP DOING LOOKALIKES, and stop following ahead of me!! Stop wasting someone’s moneytime. Oh, after I complained to the police about the trucks, the trucks disappeared, so now there’s a motorbike, a noisy one at around 3am. The reason why I think they’re waking me up is because this particular person can’t handle image transfer and dreams (see my Dream Watchers photo story), so they just wake me up, and keep me awake. It is unbearable for me to be woken up - I need my sleep. Scientist doctors and academics, will agree with me here, people need their sleep, and interrupted sleep has dire consequences on performance function and memory throughout the day. And if you’re having problems with me and my god given ability, then you need to go and see a psychiatrist or even your local chemist ladies, they can give you an anti-psychotics. I believe that’s what the intended use of those drugs IS FOR. I can’t tell you if they work or not, I don’t have this problem. Although, I would suggest you learn to deal with it; we are never given anything we can’t personally handle, so figure it out MATE. It is totally unfair that I, my neighbors and the local animals are kept awake at night because of your problem. YOU WAKE UP and take control of your own life, and leave everyone else alone. By the way, the fact that you’re not getting good dreams, like you used to when I was young, and people would crowd around, is the result of the whole society of Australia, who have fucked up my life, and the irony of the situation is actually quite comical - and it bloody serves you right; be nice to the girl or pay the price. 9. Followed, Stared at, Harassed and Targeted Another example of a place I go out to, where I get followed by multiple people, whose main aim seems to be to stare at me (and steal). Sometimes they actually come up to me and talk to me- although not usually – I feel I need to say something about this “staring”, accompanied by lack of communication; I mean, are they oppressed? Have they not been allowed to speak freely in their family? If you want to say something- jump in and say it, don’t wait to be invited. I don’t know many people who will invite you to speak in a conversation! Most people are not really thinking about a good opportunity for ANOTHER person in the room to speak!! They are thinking about when is a good opportunity for THEM to speak, so you should do the same! I mean obviously some people who follow me like this would have travelled some distance; did you just travel all this way to see what I looked like? and then hopefully be able to steal something of mine??? Well, now, that would be stupid would it? And having said that about jumping in to speak, realizing when it is not appropriate for you to speak, is just as important. Also, later, at a beach, some guy did come up to me and speak, but I think (I know), he later followed me home and stole my secateurs. So that person should have followed his instinct of NOT TALKING to me! Idiot thief. Since all most other people do is steal – I WOULD PREFER IF YOU NOT ONLY DID NOT SPEAK TO ME, BUT DID NOT FOLLOW ME WHEN I VENTURE OUT, EVER – YOU RETARDS. Since I’ve written about this at MPB, and other places too, there have been changes, with less harassment, although I suspect there are some people who come along and read my blog and then go and copy what I’ve been writing about, in true delinquent style. Like the blonde bimbo at Armstrong Beach. So that day at MPB, instead of the typical empty beach, that I love (see my photo above ; that’s how it usually is, every time I went there, secluded). I was followed there by about 20 people. Their main aim, seemingly to be just to stare at me. But one person made a hissing noise, and one person pretended to steal something out of my bag, which I think was later stolen at Errol Zunker’s house, although I’m not entirely sure about that because there were people following me when I went to drop off a Gumtree item at Errol Zunker house too. But the person who pretended to steal something about of my bag on the beach was a kid, whose mother was standing nearby watching, seemingly to be orchestrating her son and keeping a “watch out” on me in the ocean – and she looked like Beyoncé. I was not aware Beyoncé had any little boy children, but who knows, and who knows who the mother actually was. Thieving mothers. That is not the only one. This reminds me of my brothers wife, one Christmas, she ‘stole’ my one of my paint brushes out of the set. Do you see, this is what ALL women who cross my path do, they steal something of mine. They must think, “oh, well she has a whole set, she can spare one”, and so just takes one. Or, “oh well, those brushes are for crafts, which are for kids, so she does not need one”. Or, well, who knows, what they are thinking, but that is how they often steal from me, thinking nothing of it – like it’s no big deal. Most people, most women, are incapable of respecting anyone else but themselves. Btw, that song “We won the world”; mean song, written and sung by a mean person. A non tour de force. So I'm updating this story today at SB, it's like two years maybe more since I wrote it, and I can see why I said they copy what I wrote: I'm having the exact same problem just this week, with some stupid dog gunh ho mother (reminiscent of toilet girl – you know that stupid non thinking woman who back in 1993, tried to break the toilet cubicle wall down to get into my cubicle (!) – same mentality), and her stupid child next door (like, what is someone like that doing having kids?????? There is NO HOPE, and they were at the same house as where the old man who accosted me lives), they were also harassing me verbally, but hiding behind the bushes, and they have come in sneakily, while I was talking to my landlord, distracted, and punctured my inflatable; a few weeks back somebody I would say same person, put a big scratch mark all the way across on my iPad, like they “keyed” my iPad after I wrote about me keyed Daewoo. I had a stanley blade that I had left out on the kitchen table, I think they used it to put a hole in one spot in the new floor and a big knife mark in another spot on the floor, the new floor, that my landlord just put in. So, I'm thinking maybe the same arrogant non thinking female dog? The person who did this is also an attention seeker; they want me to write about it on my blog? Like only someone rich, empowered and stupid would do something like that. Rich, empowered, stupid DOG - the world is a strange place, and fairly ugly, a lot. Possibly also trying to get me thrown out, since I am a renter - this is a source of fuel for bitch dog mothers, like a point of weakness, {a weakness of mine not having a home of security, so that they jump on that point – a common dog personality trait jumping on points of weakness}. And so, trying to get me thrown out; a recurring theme from bitch women, bitch mothers, bitch stupid mothers. {Go on, ask me how I feel about mothers who raise sons to steal}. Some might think I have issues with my mother; I don’t, she was pretty much the opposite of these stupid mothers I encounter as an adult now. Chalk and cheese. And no wonder there are so many people with psychological issues – their mothers are evil crapness. Someone told me that some girl, who was trying to play “peacemaker” went next door to those disgusting neighbours, and tried to fix the situation, so that they would not bully me anymore. So, I'm wondering if that girl expects me just to forget what these people have done? I think she does! {thus, rendering that peacemaker as a very stupid little girl}. I have not been compensated in any way for the physical damages, nor for the emotional scars; you can go there little girl, and try and make them see their stupidity, but it's not going to change the past, and it's not going to change the future, because this has been a pattern, I have seen it a few times in my life now, and it doesn't work: crap people are crap people, they will be back to stealing from me in no time. {They seem to send in bullies from the community, 2 days ago: Matthew Mackenzie, and Caleb Black – prob fake names, or trying to save the stupid mothers who are stealing, but they often contact me on FB in some way to let me know they are there.} So, back to those ‘followers’ like at MPB – does anyone know or have any idea how unbearable they are? Oh yeah, I just love having 20 people follow me around to a nice quiet area, where I wanted to get a nice quiet swim, instead, finding multiple people just hanging about seemingly doing muck all but mainly basically, harassing by being a nuisance. Maybe they think it’s a good thing to accompany me? I can assure you it is not. I like being on my own. I do not like to have uninvited dogs hanging about me, STEALING. Try and get it through your bimbo head – I can’t stand you. Rack off. Toll Stalkers Neighbour stalkers Bikini Bitches Tip stalker at Sarina Rangari garden 3mnths before I left 10. Toll truck wanting people to pay them a Toll, they work incahoots with retailers who overcharge I WAS BEING STALKED AND HARRASSED BY A Toll Truck Driver, have not seen or heard one for a few weeks. But every time I go to Bundaberg, I have one stalking me. I noticed every time I went to a shop who overcharged me, or stole from me, (which heaps of them do), I really try to avoid shopping anywhere except online or the supermarket, but anyway, after such an incident, there would always be a toll truck, that just pulls around the corner, and presents itself to me (EVERY SINGLE TIME) - and I think they’ve been doing it for years and years, but for years and years, I haven’t really paid any attention! But eventually, I have worked this out, they actually do “signs”, and this will be one of them – “they’ve overcharged you because they want you to pay a toll”, so who knows what the toll is for, they come up with all sorts of cockanninnie reasons, and it is nothing but theft. Guess what you little delinquents - I do NOT have to pay a toll when I go to Bundaberg. Infact, I do not have to spend any money at all - should I choose not to. Deal with it you scum. Toll should be closedown, because its owners have no control over its delinquent employers who carry on and behave like they are rebellious teenagers, when in fact they are grown? adults in their 20s 30s 40s and even 50s. Toll truck drivers have been a problem for years. 11. Neighbour Stalkers This is my neighbour’s car, there is someone that drives this car – she/he waits every morning for me to go outside whether that be 7am or 10am and then she revs the car and leaves, only to return about an hour or 2 later. She’s/he’s been doing this whole time I’ve lived at my new address for the past seven months, every day, practically. She or he is obsessed with me, and I suspect, most likely, the person who is stealing from me, and the person who makes loud noises at all hrs of the morning to wake the whole neighbourhood?? Also, just after they leave, someone drives down the HWY that runs alongside Kookaburra Park, and makes a loud banging noise, this happened every time, until I wrote this. I also saw David Hooker’s son, actually, I believe it is Sharon Millet’s son, from a previous marriage, at the post office when I went there, as well as all the way over at MPB, he was hiding in the bushes. So, I would say it is probably that person, the son who is stalking me and who drives that car. (Maybe he was one of the neighbours who take it in turns to follow me whenever I leave Kooka Park?) No one ever complains, except me, for OBVIOUS REASONS. The police do nothing. So, could that stalker please piss off out of my life. Since I wrote this, that has stopped happening, they seem to now just leave every morning same time. – they must have got a job (hopefully they are saving for a new car, so they can buy one that is not from prehistoric times, and is relatively quiet) In fact, I have mentioned this somewhere on my blog I’m pretty sure, about the women who present themselves to me in new cars, and beep their horn - particularly if someone/shopgirl, steals from me, afterwards they drive-by in a flashy car, and beep their horn. It’s a manipulation tactic to piss me off. Anyway, putting that aside, why don’t those girls who go and get the new cars (there have been HEAPS) - they must be car industry people, why don’t you give this person a new car!! They badly need one. It’ll save the whole neighbourhood from hearing loud revvi old car noise! 12. Hay Bimbo Naziheads -Hay and Dog Following Me Story, Dogs That Play Sides and Follow Me Around in Cars 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. 13. Bikini Bitches - More hater dogs trying to fight me These 2 bikini bitches wanted to have a go at me at that parking sign - little do those two bimbo bikini girls know; I was Miss Paraguay 2004 kickboxing champion! Really and truly, I don’t know why I have this problem with dog bimbos coming up to me, trying to fight with me, always, where ever I go, same thing, they come up with ways to try and have a go at me; powertrip. Rack off you stupid pair of silly boob meat. (of course, I did not stop, I was not born yesterday) Look what I got now!! Mirrorcam! thank you thank you thank you! I’ve had monumental problems when driving around with dogs following me; in front of me, behind me. They do all sorts of things. They started to be a problem when I went to Melbourne; there are dogs down there, mostly male dogs, whose full-time job is, to do signs with numberplates - they have a whole array of personalised number plates down there and they do lewd conversations - they are disgraceful. The things I could’ve captured if I had my camera back then! Although I suspect once people know there’s cameras on board, bad behaviour will suddenly stop. And btw, I seem to be harassed more in the mornings, there seems to be some sort of change during the day, and in the afternoons, it’s quite different. I make a point now of not travelling anywhere in the mornings, because the dogs are so bad. If I wait till late then it’s much better, I have relatively more peace and quiet out and about. Except those bikini bitches did not care if it was AM or PM. And no one informed these bully bikini bitches I have cameras now. Stupid women. The amount of stupid women there are, is embarrassing. Thank goodness I know that there are actually smart ones with common-sense out there, somewhere. { Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t think all women who wears a bikini, is a bimbo!} You know, why should I have to give something of myself to get these stupid women off my back? I don’t owe them anything. Fuck off you stupid dogs, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off. Btw, these women are the reason why there is inequality against women, these women are the reason why certain men are disrespectful towards women, these women are the reason why women don’t get paid as much as men (in some areas), these women are the reason Donald Trump won against Hillary Clinton. Wake up bitches. Oh, in case you didn’t work out, they are the ones to put the sign there in the first place, their premeditated plan they concocted. (As I have described on my blog, I have a dedicated team of dogs who harass me and steal from me, maybe those 2, just saw their own opportunity, and went for it!; territorial bulldogs; “this is our beach, you have to pay the toll”. Actually, there is another reason those 2 appeared; a phenomenon that I have observed, whenever I go to the beach, somebody, puts a sexy girl in my viewing sites, usually wearing a bikini, and oddly enough, often it’s in a situation that is not near the beach, like if I’m on my way to the beach, then the girl in bikini will be on the highway walking to the beach, 5km away…. Now, she will be walking along the road, practically starkers, just wearing her bikini! This started, well actually, I’m not entirely sure, I only noticed it in 2018, in Bundaberg. It may have been going on before that at every other time I visited the beach. I’m not sure?? I don’t usually pay too much attention to girls in bikinis, but when they’re walking, practically naked along the highway, it’s a little odd, and quite notable. A little birdie told me, she’s trying to ‘lure’ someone, someone I have no idea who? It is of no concern to me. I do not have any attachments to any man, so any girls in bikinis who wants to ‘lure’, please feel free to ‘lure’ away. I suspect I should add here; lure away, the whole way, get married! Leave me in peace! One girl I saw, was totally starkers, I guess the bikini wasn’t working for her, and she’s just decided to go completely in the buff!! So, I think these Bikini Bitches know about the network of “matchmakers” that exist in my life; I've stated before on my blog if you're a single man and you cross my path, you have got no chance of escaping, you will be caught! Lol. And I'm guessing they're taking it in terms, trying to hook up woman (it must drive them nuts they can’t “get” me). Maybe they were trying to lure the “dog network” who can find them a match? Maybe my landlord at that time was involved, Rachael Wainberg’s older sister, going by a different name now? I'm not entirely sure how they operate, but it's also related to “having a go at me” as I mentioned above. This as another tactic to get a man, as in “I also am a dominatrix”. I have termed these woman “bimbo dominatrix”, because they seem to be useless at anything, possibly except for sex. Desperate to cross my path, so they can get a man. In Bundaberg they were a monumental large amount of such women. One day when I went to the Podiatrist, this ‘girl’, she was a young blonde, her name was Taylor Tatarelli. Although I'm not entirely sure that was her real name, because when I checked her credentials on Aphra, there was no such person, and then the Clinic later told me that she changed her name to Taylor Wilt, and there is a Taylor Wilt who is a registered Podiatrist in South Australia, but it may not be the same one - they're trying to cover their arses, save themselves “weee don’t get desperate women in our clinic pretending to be Doctors trying to “win a date””. This clinic was ‘Advance Foot Care’, but sometimes known as ‘My Foot Doctor’ – dodgy reason I am guessing. Obviously run by stupid desperate women. And they do, check out their link: https://www.myfootdr.com.au/about-us/meet-the-team/ - here you will see about 60 people, if not more, of their heads-shots - it's a total matchmaking dating podiatry scam MISMATCHING fake podiatry business. It was the same with Tiffany the dentists at Mackay. Of course, if I put in a complaint about some stupid young blonde trying to dominatrix me, (physically abuse, -not without my permission), no one will ever do anything about it. “well, as long as they are paying taxes and not stealing from insurance companies, WHATEVER!”. PLUS, all women, are so busy trying to protect each other – protect all bimbos – that’s their mandate; protect all bimbos. There's a whole network of women who do it – and they work for the government. This fake podiatrist inflicted as much pain on me as she possible could feel she could get away with in the moment, deliberatley, on my injury - she was completely clueless about being a Podiatrist, like it was obvious she had no idea what she was doing. And as a result of that day, I had extreme inflammation and pain all on one left side of my body for days. It so happened I visited a Dr afterwards who saw my knee especially, as it was a balloon, and so obvious there was a problem, AND HE TOTALLY IGNORED IT. I repeatedly asked him about me knee. IGNORE. Obviously he was part of the dog network trying to inflict as much pain on people as possible. ARSEHOLE. His name, maybe fake too, was Dr Enzo from the Moore Park Beach Clinic (the women in that clinic, well, bad vibes). I've written about it on my Blog already. So, you know it will be pointless for me putting in a complaint to the authorities about this fake podiatrist, because they won't do anything about it. Same with Centrelink when I experience abuse or mistreatment from them or jobs providers – I complain they do nothing. So, it goes on my Blog. And also, there was a dentist in Mackay who wanted to do the same thing, I think to try and impress a man? I thought she said she already had a boyfriend… maybe she was trying to impress unknown person. Who knows. But one thing is clear to me, these women who do this are stupid. That dentist, I think she might've faked her way through dentistry school. Btw, I still have collapsed arch, 8 years later no thanks to that stupid podiatrist, I also have metatarsalgia, no thanks to that stupid podiatrist. {As confirmed by a physio in 2026. Not sure if he will put it on paper yet – he is definatly part of the female dog network, and does not know about Fascia.} 14. Beige car woman trying to control what I see GET A LIFE STUPID Okay, there seems to be some stupid woman who is trying to control what I see; so, when I go to MPB, (2020) for the past 5 times there’s been someone in a beigey car at the turn off, always different times (I doubt that they will be there next time since I’m writing this) 5 times, not a coincidence. Then after I leave MPB, I go around the other side to get some water, and there is always some car drives past and beeps at me (different car always – {maybe it’s a jobs provider – they give those staff cars, and they abuse them, but I actually saw the beeping car at woollies one time, and it was definatly a car with a jobs provider logo on the door}) there was also a family there showering, and I’m pretty sure the mother was someone from triple j/tv, I’ve seen her a few times, actress, (not that I am any good at recognizing people, quite hopeless infact unless they have the same haircut and have not put on any weight.) Perhaps it was her yelling out and harassing me from the house near the dam when I went for a bike the day before? Who knows, maybe I should’ve told her to fuck off, but she seemed to be just there swimming with her family. Normal people yelling out at me?? Attracting car beepers?? What the. Constant harassment at Gin Gin / Bundaberg for being single. Ha! You stupid dogs, I am always going to be single. This seems to be an issue for you? You don’t seem to be able to handle the fact that I am single. Like you have a weakness. Better get used to it, ain’t gonna change. And stop inflicting YOUR dysfunction on me, your pathetic, I am sick of seeing your weakness. Next time I’ll get a photo. Also, btw, 3 people pulled up at my neighbours Helen Elders, the whole time I was gone, (CCTV) they left when I arrived back, again not a coincidence. I mean not that I care what my neighbours are doing, I really don’t have a nosy, meddling nature at all, but those people seem to be obsessed with me, it’s like the sole point of what they’re doing there; they just stare at me from my neighbours. I’m just wondering why are my neighbours wanting to entertain people who were obsessed with me -it doesn’t make any sense. Worse than that: I feel like my neighbours, Bob and Helen Elder are hosting perverts dogs, for the sole point of trying to see me from their yard – IT IS VERY WEIRD. But then when I do, and or even go down to the fence to see what the hell they are doing STARING at me, they take off at 100 miles an hour -they don’t want to be seen by me up close, or actually talk to me, it’s very odd – they just want to stare at me and my house. This is a repeated thing too, multiple times this happens and it happened at Sarina units, and a little at next address too. What the hell is wrong with them, have they no respect for my privacy? STUPID people do this. I strongly feel it has something to do with all the thefts that have happened to me since I have been at Gin Gin too. I do not believe anything was stolen that day when I was gone. Hay! It’s none of your business what I am doing right now YOU STUPID DOG WITH NO BRAIN OF YOUR OWN. Later I saw my landlord drive a car that looks just like that beige one, apparently it is her in-laws car, that she borrows. I am not stating it was her, could have been a look a like – this happens a lot to try to “trick” me – some idiot does it, it’s like a formula now I see and predict. Btw, in 2025, guess what turned up at my neighbours house, same beige car. Plus I had items stolen. And I was not prepared to put up with this beige bitch car driver for another 2 yrs, so I went around to my neighbours and confronted them telling them her guest was stealing from me – it did not go down too well, she booted me off her property!! Lol some people can’t handle the truth. Little girl. I have 0 tolerance for thieves. No takesibacksies. 15. Persecution at Woolworths and Coles instore, trailing off to other areas of Tantrum Throwing by Arrogant Stalking Monkeys on my Back Due to someone in 2020 (a young naive male doctor) accusing me of it “all being in my head” - the fact that I am followed around and harassed, it got me thinking of all the times when I have been harassed over the course of my life; and well, there have been numerous occasions, and really, ‘follow and harass’ is kind of an understatement, and the word more appropriate is persecution. {Stupid Doctor} So here is another example. (There are heaps of examples, but before Home Delivery, I used to get harassed at the supermarket, every time – MONUMENTAL problem at the supermarket, my whole adult life. HUGE). So, I have always been a ‘Quality Fresh Food Woolworths’, fan, for ever, even when there have been cheaper options. (Much to the annoyance of certain powers that be – if you have read this blog, there is a short blonde dog, who is obsessed with me, and wanting to put me in “low class”, – she would really hate the fact, that I shop at Woolworths, I mean, it would drive her nuts, and I am REALLY surprised that Woollies still delivers to me! I mean maybe they can’t be manipulated by stupid blonde dogs, unlike basically everyone else in Australia! Anyway, when I used to physically go to Woollies, this was the time I moved back to Gunnedah from 1998; there was a speckly staff girl that would obsess about me, and there’s also someone in a black car that was there, whenever I was there, at 7am. No idea who that person was (at Gunnedah). - actually, I think those two were in cahoots, and they put items that were on my list, on yellow ticket special!! (a little birdy later told me they did that because I was so thin, they thought me to be starving, and so wanted to help!). But when this became apparent to other people who work there, that this is what they did, then, another girl used to put items through twice at check out, to try and rip me off, infact they would try to steal anyway they could, if they thought no one was watching. This was the same mousy girl that worked at the reject shop and used to steal from me -stole my reading glasses, dozens of reading glasses (and she would have stolen them for someone else, as she was young and did not wear glasses). She is a STUPID jealous thief – I really wish I had her photo, HONESTLY THE WORLD WOULD BE 50MILLION TIMES BETTER WITHOUT HER AND HER ACCOMPLICES IN IT. I still get overcharged/stolen from, by this bimbo today, I saw her at the local Sarina Mitre 10, I think? So, she would also stalk me online too? Prob works with Telstra? (No bodycam back them). Well, I guess that story was a kind of, a little bit off track, as it wasn’t really a ‘followed and harassed’ story, but there’s plenty of those stories on my blog, so I’ll just follow this chain of line…… When Coles opened its doors, I stopped faithfully going to Woollies, and started going to Coles (brand new store opened in Gunnedah, I wanted to give them a shot, as practically everyone shopped at Woollies in Gunnedah. So, I turned up on the first day! And was given a sample bag with Chocolates and Roses!! – they can’t go wrong with that can they! lol). I always shop at 7am when the store opens, as like, I have previously mentioned many times now, I get harassed where ever I go, including the supermarkets. So, 7 is best, usually no one there. Honestly if I go later, say around 10 or 11, OMG, it is so bad, little bloody stupid dogs following me around the store – total sleeping beauties! But the staff there, eventually, I found unbearable - their main game aim was to try to manipulate what I buy, it was a game for them, so if I put an item into my trolley that they didn’t like or think I should have, they threw a tantrum -kind of hard to explain, but making loud noises, banging and carrying on, was part of it, aswell as removing such items out of my trolley when I was not looking (they created distractions – such audacity, such arrogance). Also, whenever I went into the bathroom isle, one of the staff would go ahead of me and remove any of the items that were on my list, so I could never buy toothbrush/toothpaste at Coles (which set off a whole chain of torturous events at the dentist – all evil in life can be traced back to a bimbo girl). Their harassing behaviour was so bad, when I told Tamworth Woolworths what was going on at the Coles store, Woolworths arranged for home deliveries from their store at Tamworth, which by the way was 70km away - so three cheers for Woolworths. Back to Woollies!. Of course, now they both do online shopping, so I can shop in peace, thankgoodness. (There have been still issues with both, of food items disappearing out of my online cart, and items not being delivered or substituted – especially meat cuts, rotten fruits picked out for me, (can no longer buy stone fruit), refrigerated goods being left out over night before delivery, and still, bad meat/fish, bimbo problems if I choose click n collect as apposed to delivery – but all in all, still way better than shopping instore), and really, thank goodness for online shopping – it has been a godsend. I say in the title of this story ‘trailing off’, as this awful situation of someone else throwing a tantrum if I do something that they do not agree with, happens at other times too, like today for instance, 30th Jan 2024 (rental inspection tomorrow). Well, actually, I have noted it happens often whenever I have got something specific to do or to go to, and need to organize myself in advance for the event. I think they want to try to “help” me to be organized for it. And if I don’t get ready when they think I ought to get ready, again they throw tantrums in this strange “stranger” way, like again the loud banging, but also, multiple cars and trucks suddenly driving by my unit, occasionally beeping, loud neighbour voices (harassment voices, often reflections), also yelling, lately aerosol bug spraying over my partition wall, and cigarette smoke by my new neighbours, {I mentioned before sometimes back in Gunnedah or Tamworth I would have girls come up to me holding cigarettes, but not actually smoking them, they would just position themselves around me hold a stinky cigarette). Although I think that neighbour smokes still, even at the great expense that they are! (idiot). I can't believe how arrogant they are; that they would think I would need their help; go fuck yourselves you stupid fucking neighbours and stupid fucking trucks - fucking little idiots. Do you think we are married? Do you think you should have some say in my life? Well NOT and NOT you little stupid little dogs. I have name for those antagonistic wanna-be control freak, married to me’s; “Tantrum Throwing, Arrogant Idiot Stalking Bimbo Monkeys on my Back” FUCK OFF you cowards. Stop using me to power trip, go and USE yourself. 16. Bitches driving infront of me, OR WAITING FOR ME AT MY DESTINATION, as a way of stalking, harassing and stealing from me – DOGS This one is going to sound odd, and a lot of you will ask how can they be following you, if they’re in front of you? Yes, people do ask me that, if they have not got the general gist of my life after reading my blog to this point. It’s true. They know my routine they know where I’m going, so that’s how they can drive in front of me, they may have other reasons as well, but you’ll have to ask them about that. This has been a problem for at least 15 years, this is what they do when I drive anywhere, mostly and especially in the beginning it was no big deal, and not a nuisance, who cares if there’s someone following you or is in front of you, however sometimes, there are just instances where they totally piss me off, due to the nuisance nature, and this particular day at the Hay was one of those times; Could the thieving condescending bitch who was at the Hay at MPB, fuck off -you stupid fucking dog, get a fucking life, and stop fucking harassing me and stalking me. (BTW it was a white SUV and the person was wearing fluorescence, (I did seam to have a spate of multiple white SUV’s following me around MPB then and the next time I went there?) You know maybe it’s jobs provider related? Carol Watson was my jobs provider at the time, but maybe it’s landlord related? Cate Rogers was my landlord at the time - who knows. All I know is it has been a problem for a long time, before those two women were around. Persecution (I want compensation - $500,000) 25. Bonds Bullies, toilet stalkers again So, at the moment there’s stupid female dogs with babies hanging around my units, and they’re kind of like yelling out and making baby noises, - harassing me. It’s not usually like that here, there’s no one with babies or kids (woohoo). – really so much better living in a vicinity without kids. But, I know what the dogs are doing, they are doing scenes, something to remind me of different things that I have experienced. They do it as they think they’re helping, when actually, there just stupid bitches playing the cat and mouse game, it’s annoying, its evil, they have been doing it for years, and they should be shot. As soon as I realized what they wanted me to write down, they left. SEE (I know it sounds crazy, but they really harass me). So, this time, they wanted to remind me (in the hopes I write about it) about the bullies at Bonds, when I worked there. And indeed, there were female bully bitches there – I was definitely bullied by the females there; in the first few weeks I started there, some woman accused me of stealing her lunch! AS IF. There was also a female bully toilet incident. Toilet attacked. {So strange how some women will follow another girl into the loo in order to bully her, thinking that nobody else will be able to see them behaving badly - such cowards.} -that was the pattern makers, 2 of them. My now nickname for them are 2 stupid little dogs. It never ceases to amaze me how stupid and non-thinking women can be. The main problem with them (and basically all women actually), in any situation with women, what they do is jump to conclusions and assume that I’m angry or pissed off just because I don’t sit down and chitchat with them, and sometimes, it’s because I am not the best looker and don’t wear makeup, I am different from them, particularly the ones who were in the fashion industry, (mainly though, the issue is the fact that I am single, you can’t work there unless your married or have a boyfriend, it is socially UNACCEPTABLE to be single, according to those bitches). The thought that I don’t really care about them, does not even enter into their heads. And so, then they start a whole war campaign against me, it’s one of their favourite things to do, ‘play sides’ dogs who play sides, and try and get as many people in the community to be as mean and bitchy as possible. (I still experience this today at new location from Cassandra Hayes, (stray dog – do not know her) who tries to get people to gang up on me on Facebook and re my neighbours, they cut my tree down – such community STUPITY). But, I STILL HAVE those Bond dogs go and get the bully dogs, and they do horrible things, like steal from me (again, they think they are helping). They are also jealous of me, especially when I lived at Rangari, infact it would be those girls specifically who would have stolen my 12 white Maxwell 500ml mugs, and been in involved in the brain washing to get me cast out I bet. The girl I replaced at Bonds was Katie Carter, and Katie Carter was Steve Carters sister, who lives at Rangari and purchased the farm where I was living. See now, small world. This is an ongoing thing that women do, time and time again, there’s just no stopping them as they are so unhealthy, and will only respond to NAZI tactics, and as I am not a NAZI, they still continue to harass, torment and steal. They don’t seem to be able to evolve into common sense at all, still little girls. I can’t remember all their names, but 2 in particular were problematic, and especially stupid, one was Franka, an Italian girl, they used to talk about her on the news she was so mean. The other, Kelly, her dad used to work for Tip Top bread, she would bring piklets in. They used to hang out together, and they would come down to the marker room and torment me. Oh, there was so a 3rd one, a mignon, the supervisa’s spy mignon, who was a bully, and completely stupid. But she left to get married, thankgoodness. She was another woman who realized she made a mistake (mistake being a total non-thinking nazi bitch – a very common female personality trait in my experience), and tried to make it up to me; she asked me if I would like a big cork pin board; it had a faulty patch, so they were going to toss it. Even though it needed to be replaced, I do believe it was attempt to make up for bad behaviour. This is something that happens from time to time, some women realise later they have acted like a bully. (Most don’t realize – they are still to stupid to know what they have said in their banter half the time.) I don’t know why it’s so easy for them to make this mistake in the first place. From my view point its sheer stupidity: many nonthinking women in Australia and what’s worse is most of them are clueless about how stupid they are. You know I was told that I was the only one in that whole Sample room that actually worked, whenever that person saw anyone else, they were just standing around chitchatting - which I can tell you was pretty much the situation 90% of the time. So, whenever I hear someone say “if you work hard, you will get rewarded”, I always cringe a little, because I know that that is absolutely not true. Especially I hear that in successful peoples biographies, I wonder if they are just trying to win people over to their “wealth”. ‘I worked hard for it.’ Infact when I remember back to my mother telling me the value of working hard and “starting at the bottom and working your way up”, when I was 17; what a load of crap! You know so many people in many workplaces, once they establish you as a ”low paid worker” – that’s it, you get no respect from them ever, only disrespect from them, no matter what happens, this is true not just of other low paid people, but also of stupid management. I always think now what a waste, those first 10 years of my life were; working so hard, sometimes up to 60 hours a week, practically for minimum wage and all for somebody else, who you barely knew, and who doesn’t give a flying fuck about you, and certainly won’t be ‘looking out” for you in anyway in the future. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out, no matter how hard you work. Also, I want to add, after someone has been a bitch in the workplace, with some snide comment, often passive aggressive, indicating complete lack of respect for me. Then the next day or the next week, whenever, they just expect me to put on the Barbie bimbo smile and play nice. This used to really irritate me, even though I know that is a part of life and the work place, having to work alongside people you don’t like. But that girl had proved herself to be a complete stupid bitch, and she is not someone who I would want in my life, ever, no matter what she did from that point on. What is done is done and cannot be changed. Having said that, I always conducted myself in a professional manner at work, unlike those stupid bitches. You would not hear me making snide bitchy comments at coworkers. Your worst fear Franca and Kelly “I AM better than you” – it’s really true, and you will have to deal with it, like grownups. They also discriminated against a Chinese woman who was new there in the sample room, my friend from Fashion school. All 3 pattern makers did that. No wonder Bonds shut down. Btw, it wasn’t because I ‘stank’; I often hear rumours about those 3, telling people it was because I stank; this is not true, this is something bullies say to try and justify their bad bully behaviour, to play sides. {Even after I was sent down to the warehouse on a weekly basis, with all the western suburbs local boys in their stinky sweaty bonds singlets, and who had porn stuck up on their office wall. Still clean enough}. So, that sort of behaviour from stupid bitchy women, just repeats, in any situation, where there are a lot of females, and no males. You should see what happens when I go to a shopping mall – so STUPID, and again, the dogs set up those situations, as a part of their playing sides. How did women get the vote? STUPID. And, when I moved across to a different department – again, more retarded bullies, this time both male and female, plus they were old, people who should know better, but DON’T – still children on a playground. Talk about backwards. Infact that whole company is run by bullies, and it was like a game; a desirable thing to do, who can be the ‘biggest bully’ on the playground, with their secret desire of finding a victim, someone to pick on, the most imperative thing for them -the most important thing for them, more important than the work. There mentality was so fucked up. The backgrounds of most of those western suburbs old people- their family backgrounds, must’ve have been just filled with abuse and dysfunction. There were 2 people in particular, quite old, in the marker making room, who would both be dead by now (30yrs ago), so hoorray, hoorray - the world is just a little bit better because they’re both DEAD. I will not name and shame them, because then the DOGS, will go and get their arshole families, who will harass / follow and or steal from me. This seems to be the pattern that happens now. Fuck them, fuck their families, I curse you. (I broke out into song when I wrote that last part hooray hooray the witches dead!). You have to be nice to the girl – or bad things will happen to you – fact of nature. HA HA (one of them got cancer so I was told). Btw, as I think back on these Bonds incidents, the new department floor manager looked exactly the same as the real estate guy at Pendle Hill – I am not sure about this, but I am thinking they were playing games, alike how the dogs follow me around with phones? It just would not surprise me if he was giving me problems, as looking back it seems like ALL my landlords have. What an idiot – and hey, fuck off. Maybe I should have got his wife’s name, looked her up in the phone book; “excuse me, your husband is following me around like a dog – could you please come and get him and put him on his leash”. {Actually, over the years, there have been multiple wives I could have called and stated as such}. Such revolting humans I encounted in Sydney, and I bet there is a whole heap worse they did, that I did not even know about out there at Pendle Hill / Wentworthville. Passive aggressive. And Sydney is quite good compared to other areas in Australia – you can’t believe some of the hillbillys in the outback. By the way if you read my whole blog, in particular my story about aus-study, and not being allowed it, then you can possibly see why two years prior to working at bonds, of ‘not eating’, is simply not going to work out at all; you need all your strength and wits about you to work in such a company. I might add, those two girls, those two bullies, were actually big; tall and big (not fat). Whereas I was VERY petite. Basic bullying 101. Fuck off those 2. Little birdie told me that Franka’s husband suggested to me that Franca is the type of person that you literally have to tell to fuck off, otherwise she'll just keep hanging around -such stupidity; put your wife on a leash. I've seen her at least three times stalking me over the years, she stalked me in Sydney as well, I saw her at McDonald's - she's 3rd born nuts. Another stalking bimbo; piss off you stupid Cunt. Also, I want to mention here, I’ve had some difficulties purchasing supplies for this craft over the years, things like getting my scissors sharpened, getting my machine serviced, getting the correct needle size. I’m often sabotaged, and I’m pretty sure I have mentioned it before on my blog, in regards to hopeless retailer girls seeing me in fear that they will be found out when it comes to their dodgy retailing practices. Anyway, I’m not sure but I suspect those girls at Bonds might have something to do with the sabotage? The above image is my design “Hakea petiolaris cluster on beige cloud” – on Natural Linen, it is no longer available since my portfolio and whole studio was deleted by spnfl staff. 26. Screaming gecko, loud lizard, high-pitched tapping sounds from gecko in QLD, tuck tick tick This little house Critter (Gin Gin and Builyan QLD) has a vocal sound varying from a quiet tapping/knocking noise, to a fairly high pitch very loud tapping noise, almost scream like. There are a few in my house and they seem to talk to one another via this tapping / knocking method. Tick Tick Tick, short consecutive sounds. I did a video of it. The first sound you hear in the video is kind of loud but they get much louder. I haven’t seen any other YouTube sound videos, showing exactly how loud these little geckos get, it’s enough to wake me at night often. This little gecko has very soft almost albino like pink skin, clearly an indoor gecko only, not hard skins like all the other geckos that I’ve seen in New South Wales, which, by the way, never made any sounds ever! Since I moved to QLD, I have had to get used to them, plus, I feel, people do not believe me when I tell them I am being woken in the middle of the night by a scream. It was really quite hard catching these on camera, they are elusive, and I have not yet managed to catch the lizard when it’s making the very loud sounds in the act. Sometimes instead of a multiple Tick Tick Tick, they just make 1 Tick sound, which sounds like a scream! I captured this sound just from turning my recorder on at night, sooner or later they make their sounds. I wonder if they kind of bark the sounds out… I looked it up, and it is called the Asian house gecko – an introduced gecko into the warmer parts of QLD. Although I moved further north, towards Mackay, and there are no Asian house geckos. The local gecko here does not make any sounds, is outdoors, and actually wags its tail when it sees me!! It’s like after he sees I am not a threat, he finds a good spot to stop running, and then wags his tail, to say I am here, – I am trying to get that on camera, but near impossible. 27. My Daewoo Car looks like a mouse One evening driving home in peak bumper to bumper traffic along Parramatta Rd, after work, this Chinese guy suddenly leapt into my lane infront of me, and then stopped suddenly, so I basically had no choice but to crash into him. It wasn’t a big crash; we were able to just get into our cars and pull around to the corner out of the way to sort out insurance details. I am writing about it because that Chinese guy did it DELIBERATELY so he could talk to me. No ifs or buts about it, some arrogant, cocky dick. Thankgoodness, I got to leave the city and live in the country. BTW, little birdy told me, the reason I had police, radio powertrippers, and other such ‘Cat’ types stalking / following me around in my 20’s and 30’s (At one point it actually became so notable, even to the police, that I was being followed by them, that they had to cut back), but it was because I had a charcoal Daewoo, and it was kind of shaped like a mouse, and dark like a mouse. I truly am living on a planet filled with pea-brains. Oh, and one another time I was on Parramatta Road driving to work, in bumper-to-bumper traffic, a car crashed into my bumper bar, and it wasn’t a big smash or anything, he just hit it, and dented it, and he said that he didn’t have time on his way to work to stop and sort out insurance details, and he wanted to come round to my house after work and sort it out, so I naïvely agreed, but, he did come round, he and his dad, and, get this, they wanted me to say, literally to the insurance company, that I had been driving backwards and crashed into the front of their car!! (So, then I would have to pay hundreds of dollars in insurance) those men must have a screw loose. Can you believe that? I may have been a young naïve 20-year-old, but I wasn’t stupid. I had to laugh at him, and said no, as I saw he was serious. They left pretty much straight away, but I mean how stupid are the women in his life, that he thought he could ask me that? I really feel that there must be an element of women out there who should just go back to school or something, really and truly. (Oh, it seems I need to point out, I wasn’t driving erratically fast and then suddenly stopping, so the person behind me would have no choice but to crash. It was just this guy, was a young 19-year-old Italian hoon, and he wasn’t paying attention - so he crashed into me. I have to say here, at least I had a car, don’t get me started on the problems I had with female dogs on public transport for the previous 4 years. Public transport, just say no. (I do however feel a young person is not capable of driving and navigating traffic, 18 is too young to be driving in Sydney, you need a little more patience and experience with people.) I purchased this car brand-new after two years of working at Bonds when I left at age 23, and had to work on the other side of Sydney, it was a bit risky because really you shouldn’t take on a loan unless you’ve got a secure job, and I had just quit mine and started a new one, but because I had dad as guarantor they gave it to me, plus they make a whole heap of money from the sale, (the new job I got, didn’t work out, and it started a series of multiple jobs trying to pay all my bills….never again, it’s a trap.) So, the interest rate was so exorbitant, that it was a win lose situation for me no matter how you look at it; with the finance company (Nissan) and car dealer winning, and me losing. I ended up paying twice the value of the car, in extra fees and rates, not to mention a under 25yr old insurance costs ($1500 ctp insurance per year – they are thieves too). No choice. This car was essential to living, not only to get from A to B where public transport did not go, but for my mental health well-being – life is way more bearable WITHOUT DOGS harassing me. I had to have a car. I figured I should buy a new one, so I won’t have any car problems, since I didn’t know anything about cars. (I did later enrol in an evening car mechanics course at the local community college – but I think that was to no avail…) I have a whole heap of car stories to tell you but I don’t really want to get into all of that. I did try later getting a loan from CBA to pay for it, as their interest rates were considerably less, but plain rudely said NO (Although the nature of the loan (the sneaky nature, Nissan Finance, get you to pay all the interest in the first 12 mnths of the loan, so if you ever can pay it back in full, you still have probably paid all the interest, as if you had it for the full 5 year duration – do you see what sneaky thieves they are? All legal.) But actually, I’m glad I bought it, I needed it, it was a good car, surprisingly roomy in the boot. I liked it, the dark colour, and especially the Flame decal down both sides. And it was built with a good sturdy Ford Motor, lasted well, and would’ve continued to last a lot longer if I didn’t hit a big roo just after dad died. It was a bit too ‘low’ for farm life anyway, and I replaced it (after waiting stuck on the farm for 3months until dads house sold, (bloody lucky it sold) I ended up getting a ‘raised’ Ute which was much better not only to cope with driving down the paddock checking trees, but could cope with Gunnedah council bad rocky dirt roads. I did not get a photo of my car, (not sure how I managed before without camera), unfortunatly, showing my decals, so I improvised see below; 1995 Daewoo 1.5i Auto (someone said the reason I had so many people following me was because they were all chasing flames! Not only the boys, but this car ‘worked up’ the girls too; when they saw me – it supposedly prompted them to purchase a car for themselves and want to go for a spin!! Infact some would say this car and me, as the buyer, was a deliberate marketing ploy by the car companies for such purposes, and as I personally believed at the time when it came out that this car was targeted for me – this is quite possible true. Thankyou Emily) 28. Flickr admin account thieves - Don MacAskill, Chris MacAskill Another banned Flickr accounts An email I received from Flickr admin, re another ‘banned’ account! So, this is what my saboteurs do, {I call them saboteurs, but really, they’re just stupid dogs who are out to get me (because they can’t get me), I’m innocent}. So, they create issues, and complain about me to Admin, and the admin, without giving too much thought, will just ban me, so they don’t have any problems. This is what is wrong with the Internet atm, it is run by stupid nonthinking twits, who don’t want any problems, and who are scared to find the truth, and are intimidated by stupid dogs threatening legal action (when they have no grounds for legal action anyway). Fear. So, after I was ban, I created a new email address and a new name, and created a new Flickr account, actually Flickr don’t ban people, they just delete their accounts, without any communication, Nazis - Nazi behaviour. But I have been storing all my photos from my “stolen items” and “my blog”, on the new account, mainly just to keep it there for safe storage, as I’ve mentioned many of my photos are stolen and by the way, including this one at the top, but I do have six other different storage areas, so I can usually always get back any image that has been stolen, and there’s been heaps over the past two years. You can see why the one above was stolen; I name names, I don’t hold back, if you’re going to mess with me, then I’m going to let everybody know about it. I don’t care who you are, or how old you are. If you harass me or steal from me in anyway, I’ll be naming and shaming you. Someone has to do it. {This is the main reason why my accounts have been deleted and why I have been banned from social media. I call people up on their bad behaviour, I call bullies up on their bad behaviour, and they don’t like it one single little bit!! With authorities, even having the audacity to tell me; well, they’re young, and they make mistakes! Well, I tell you, they certainly should be punished for “making mistakes” -making the mistake of harassing someone and stealing from someone, is by no means a “mistake”, these are deliberate actions by spoiled little shit heads who have had no discipline from the hopeless parents, and if they aren’t reprimanded then, they continue on their power tripping bully ways, just getting worse, and worse as they get older and older.} So, I always put my photo stories in the public domain, (it’s the only way to do something about social bullying), and they can be downloaded if wanted. Although, one day I did a google search for Lagunaria patersonii, but my 5 images I have had listed on flicker in the Public Domain for some years now – was NOT showing. So you can consider all Google image search results INACCURATE, and if you look in the other section, you will find heaps of free images. I’ve been doing that for the past couple of years. But last week I ran out - you only get 1000 photos. So, I created another account in a different name with also a different email address, to divide them up; “stolen items” in one account, and “my blog” photos in another, however every single account that I created with my new fake name and fake email address was deleted; so, Flickr is another one who have me tracked, and delete my accounts. (Perverts). So, I wonder why my existing one that I’ve been using for the past couple of years, hasn’t been deleted; when I look at the photos, they really haven’t had many views, but I noticed when I created the new accounts, in the first 24 hours before they were deleted, I had many views. So, I’m not really sure what’s going on there, maybe Flickr have decided I can keep an account providing no one else can see it? Maybe their IT people have arranged this somehow - without telling me? Or, maybe they just think one account is ample and the “view” thing was a coincidence? 29. Now Misconception - the ‘thieving bimbo’ is from a typical family and appears normal Most people can’t understand about my expression for the thieves “hope they get cancer and die”. They think, well, someone stole your goggles, so what, big deal, they don’t cost that much, it’s not like they stole your life savings! - Those people don’t understand that, I’m having small items stolen (at least at one point, every week. So, every week, something would go missing, and it was often something that I was in the middle of using/working on, (a project). I mean can you imagine if you’re at work, and you’re working on a project, you come in one day to take up where you left off the day before, and the bit that you have done the previous day, was gone! I mean, just that one incident would drive you a bit nuts, wouldn’t it? Now imagine if that happened to you on a weekly basis, over a 15yr period (perhaps even longer)? Can you possibly even imagine that? what that’s like? the torment? Imagine if you’re an expensive lawyer working on a case, and that happened to you, and there is nothing you can do about it, all security implementations fail. Not only that, no one believes you?? Plus accuse you of being crazy! So there’s that – the stealing, but then there is also the verbal harassment, mainly out in public – but these revolting creatures are NOT shy of travelling out to the farm in stealth mode. So, getting cancer and dying is the least of what I want to happen to those particular people involved in stealing AND HARASMENT. And there have been a lot. Many business’s are involved too. And I am a little annoyed at seeing people saving the ‘thieving bimbo’, with no consequences at all. So called ‘do gooders’ with “I’ll Save You” complex, who are clueless; think they are helping, BUT THEY ARE NOT. I remember sitting in the front of my computer at Rangari and writing about something that was stolen, you know, being extremely pissed off about it, ranting and raving on a photo story for a Gumtree listing! (That’s all there was back then, and I was ban from Gumtree too). It occurred to me then that ALL other people, doesn't matter if they're blonde or brunette, they're just slack people. Slack because they steal from me. {Slack as they have been raised with free reign}. And, I think I wrote in that story, whatever I was writing about (I couldn't find it) it occurred to me that that's why God must have invented redheads, people are sick and tired of all blondes and brunettes, so he threw some red heads into the mix!! Then I thought about my cats that I look after; one of my cats who was the second born {there was a mix up, because I wanted to keep the first born kitten, as there was a notable difference between the first born and the other kittens in those first few weeks, but unfortunately the first born was taken by my neighbours by mistake. {I can't believe there was a mix up, what the!} - it must've been because I had all my cats neutered, so that would have included the first born, my neighbours would not have neutered him, so his genes would been passed on – a deliberate act of good gene survival on part of nature!! – which is a very good thing, that cat, honestly, I swear the word ‘elite’ comes to mind. You know humans if they practice really hard at something, they can get really good at it, but this cat was just born perfect. A born elite. Amazing athletic abilities, amazing hunting skills, amazing awareness and personality. So, you can give me a pussycat any day over a brunette or a blonde, or even a redhead! This photo is a free image from pn, (if this is your image, and you have changed your mind about copyright to try and makes some money from idiots who work at the bank – TOO FUCKING BAD), so, there are no known associations with theft and this family, it is just an example to show you how that person, if a thief, would not ever be held accountable due to her family and hair colour – she is pretty, AND the fact that she appears just like a normal person. I can assure you the thieving is REAL, and it is done by normal people from families – many young girls, who look just like that. I just watched a movie about 2 poor young blonde girls who were “supposedly” victimised and one of them killed herself. (Daisy and Audrey) - I feel like Netflix are doing choose your own adventure with extreme amounts of BULLSHIT in any direction. Young girls these days are REVOLTING creatures. They are truly evil. They are the biggest bullies of them all – their stupidity turns them into a childlike tyrant. This movie has got to be made by some deluded blonde woman, trying to “save” all the “poor young innocent woman” who have blonde hair. I can just imagine it: women like the ones on the ABC, who have been tricked into believing this complete and utter bullshit about these little thieving bullies. you know, it has been a while since those women have been in the playground – I can assure things are way different today than how they were 40 years ago. Blondes are thieves plain and simple – not to mention liars and LITTLE GIRLS. Gladstone cop – GO FUCK YOURSLEF and perfect example - $1500 stolen from me -stalking BITCH. - they keep giving me more fuel. I can't stress enough how important parenting is - it seems to me the majority of Australian parents are absolutely clueless about what to do. It's extraordinary how this whole area has gone completely ignored by society. And yet it's the root of ALL problems. All criminal behaviour is a result of families living in dysfunction. I strongly feel they needs to be compulsory parenting class for all pregnant women. This needs to be a normal part of pregnancy. WE need to put a stop to the bumbling. Parenthood is WAY more than bumbling. Now, there's a whole host of things I can talk about here, but I will just mention one little thing: what you encourage your child to do in its childhood, it will recreate this as adult in some form. So, if you give your child a whole heap of play cars, it'll probably grow up to be some sort of revhead mechanic. If you encourage your child to get out in nature and garden, they most definitely will garden as an adult - maybe not be a full-time career, but gardening and nature will be a part of the adults life. SAME with relationships, the relationship you have with your child is often what is looked for in a partner, a subconscious thing, so make sure you have a healthy, communicative, loving, respectful, and HONEST relationship with your child. (So, I and people like me, do not have to suffer your bad parenting consequences. The irony of this situation.) 30. Toot Toot crazy movie industry I thoroughly enjoyed this old 1970s movie of Jane Eyre on my Prime Video app. Set in the 1840s, which by the way was 50 years before the first motor car was ever sold in Britain, so there were a few horse and carriage scenes in this movie. But, I kid you not, halfway through, when they were walking down the garden, there in the background, a car horn beeping! Toot toot. Is there no escaping them. Hopeless sound editors. (And this is why at one point, I thought it was the app doing the beeping, beep over, because it didn't fit in with the movie, it wouldn't surprise me if it's app people, app people are computer nerds, they have no common sense, they don't care if the scene is ruined, sound wise, and they like to be annoying, antagonistic, and a nuisance – just like a stupid 3rd born does to its older siblings – well, ones from dysfunctional families, that is.) After I wrote this, I was watching a movie, and it had the usual street scenes in the usual annoying beeping street noises that they do, and suddenly they cut to a street without the usual edited sounds, as in, and it was like a live street with real noises – and it sounded completely different from the movie interpretation of a street scene. Someone was trying to make a point!! I saw what they did! The difference is remarkable, notable and certainly obvious for anyone with any sense of sound, so wakey wakey all sound editors! We are sick of clichés. Aside from the good, there are a lot of disrespectful nasty types of people who work in the television industry. Someone told me they were using me to test ‘psychological damage’ – to see how bullying is stored in the body – like pharmacy people who use homeless people to test on. So deliberate bullying to see reaction. (Not the best test subject btw – I am not like most of the other girls, in case you hadn’t noticed – BIMBOS!) Then there are some who pretend to be people I know, as in people from my life, like they are playing a role of someone I know. I’ve mentioned that weird phenomenon before on my Blog, as Telstra do it frequently too when I call people – they pretend to be people I know. So weird. So, Telstra and TV industry do it – although Telstra are heavily involved with TV industry, they sponsor shows. So, weird, but also disgusting. Totally dishonest, pretty much evil, not to mention PERVERT for knowing the people in my life. They have been doing it for years. They have no idea how inappropriate it is. I’ve mentioned it before, but it hasn’t stopped. Can’t do anything about it. No proof of harassment there – all metaphysical stuff. Not that there is any law against harassment. Also, they have copycats – Centrelink jobs providers are copying the stalking and beeping. Australians – they are so stupidly inappropriate. I am adamant this is inappropriate behaviour is because of bimbo mothers having more than 2 kids. Stick to small families! 17. Car Herding and Number Plating I want to mention something about the ‘car herding’ that goes on in Sydney (and Gladstone){by dogs ofcourse} to cause crashes, mainly causing a controlled hit to the rear end. Commonly done in traffic jams where there is bumper to bumper cars. Street Mafias. They also do it at lights where there’s cameras to try and get people to speed over the orange light. Thus, getting a ticket. They work like a pack of dogs to do it. Light people could be involved – everyone wants to play God. I should put that story, when I lived in Sydney I had 3 jobs at one point, in the evenings I would temp babysitting. This one family, about 30minutes away from my unit, was fairly typical, 2 young boys (actually I have mentioned this story elsewhere before, but could not find it, so here it is again, one of the boys was misbehaving, and the other, older boy was trying to get his younger brother to “cooperate” with me, so as not to be difficult, he was kind of trying to be the hero, as boys sometimes do. It was fine by me! At the end of the night, I took my $70 and headed off home. So, on the way home, on the freeway, there was a large truck blocking me from seeing the lights at an intersection; so, as we were sitting there at a stopped red light, when they changed, so I thought, we both started going, there was only the 2 of us at the intersection. However, the light changed back to red before I had crossed the line, so the truck would have been sitting there even after the lights changed to green, in order to trick me, as I could not see. I felt that truck driver did it deliberate so I would get a $70 fine, which I did, making the night a total waste. I believe it was related to that little boy who wanted to play the hero. And some stupid psych jealous truck driver. I do not know anyone who drives trucks, plus I was single at the time, as always. Fuck off you stupid moron. You belong in jail. Someone later told me that person was Prince, who later changed his name to Sign. I personally do not, did not know Prince, I did go to his concert when I was 18 though, we did not meet, I do not believe he would have seen me in the audience, I was in the very back row at the entertainment centre. Why he would be following me around Sydney in a truck is beyond comprehension, and I am glad he is dead. When the dogs told me it was him, I did not believe them, as I thought Prince’s legs would not be long enough to reach the peddles of the truck! When I briefly moved to Melbourne OMG, the number plating! So, lude! I’m just merrily driving along the Melbourne city streets, inadvertently glancing at each car in front of me, beside me, and one’s going opposite me, and vaguely catching the number plate. When all of a sudden, the numberplates change from the typical alpha numerical code, into words, personalised number plates, a whole spate of them in a stretch, and whole conversation start appearing before me! It is extraordinary what these dogs get up to out on the roads! Some of the conversations are in its self, enough to drive you nuts, and thank goodness I don’t live in Melbourne any more. And I describe what they do in one little paragraph here, but, this does not really reiterate as to just a big ‘thing’ this numberplating scene is. It’s a huge car driving dog thing with many rev heads involved. All wanting to come up with short lude ‘chats’. 18. Beeping Bimbo in New Car Phenomenon This has been a real problem in the past, where women are coming up to my gate, and beeping, then driving off straight away. And, always in new cars. Plus, not only coming up to my gate, but if I was down the street, they drive up to me, beep, then turn around and drive off. And they now, also do it in the movies. Lately they have been using a red Mo-ped. I can only guess why they do this, because who knows really why some little unknown nuisance person would do such a thing. My latest theory is; it’s when I go shopping, and I have been overcharged at the checkout. {And not overcharged with the price tag stating one price, and they charging me more, but they change the price tag, and over charge in a legal way.} So then after that happens, a little bimbo beeps her new car – stating, by doing so, “we (or they) just stole from you so we could buy a new car”. And it is 2 in 1, as also they get to product place new cars – or should I say brain wash people into buying expensive new cars. Those marketing people have NO MORALS and are scum little girls. So yesterday I went shopping at the supermarket, online, and when I sat down afterwards to watch a movie, here is another beeping blonde bimbo. Like clockwork now. So, by writing about what happens, basically I’m saying, in case you can’t realise it; fuck off! I don’t need any beeping bimbos to tell me that people are stealing from me, I can see it plain as day, that I’m being overcharged. If you want to actually do something about it, like call up the people who overcharged me and say we can see that you’re stealing from this girl, -by all means go ahead. This will be a far greater option, rather than annoying the crap out of me with beeping bimbos. 19. Same Name Phenomenon Same Name Phenomenon This FREQUENTLY happens, as in heaps, like 2 or 3 times a week at one point: “Same Name Phenomenon”; like, an ebay seller contacts me by the name of Linda, and then the same day someone from the government contacts me with a name Linda, and then again, same day, I need to call Telstra and the call centre girl is named Linda. What the hell – am I speaking to the same call centre on all 3 occasions? Annoying little nuisance dogs. Another time: I phoned Coles, I spoke to some guy. Little later called QLD roads and traffic - the same exact voice. Newsflash: When I call someone I expect to speak to the person I called, not a person who does not even work for that company, or someone from who may have crossed my path in the past! And, on another unrelated matter: “To Kill a Mockingbird”. I always thought that movie was famous for its story, turns out the story has nothing to do with the price of eggs in China. It is about the title. The point of it, is, if you’re being harassed by people, or even birds for that matter, then by sitting down and watching a movie, suddenly they will stop! It is quite remarkable how this works. It happens so much in my life, I find it hard to know why this issue has not been frequently discussed, and on numerous occasions! So, someone’s just made up this movie to explain to other people in a kind of coded non-existent roundabout way, about what happens; it may happen to you, or may not, but it happens to some people. It happens all the time to me too, especially living in suburbia. I think it’s weird that a topic has to be “coded”. People find it hard to hear that the fact of the matter is a certain way: people get harassed frequently by other people….or birds. Same with that book Little Women, it's not really an adventure story about of four young girls, it's about how small-minded and pathetic women can be. Photo above shows 2 middle age people hiding in the bushes just up from my house one Saturday morning. I managed to get them on camera. I would frequently have people lurking outside my house at Kookaburra Park. Although usually it’s when I am asleep…… this day, it was 10am or so. My landlord reckons it is because of her – the body corporate there wants to sticky beak at her new veranda… they may have just been weeding; some of the folks there gave a toss about the exotic invaders, except they were behaving strangely and like hiding from me, plus the land where they were was not public land, it was unsold land. Well, who knows. I am updating this one 2026: In regards to the ”same call centre on all 3 occasions” above. I now have a theory as to why they do this – it is a deliberate call manipulation by Telstra. Read below my recent complaint with SPER – a government department. SPER is short for State Penalties Enforcement Registry. The police automatically give anyone’s details to them if you opt to pay a gov fee or fine by instalments – so, NOT a “late” issue or “refusal” of payment issue, but a payment plan issue. Dear sper@treasury.qld.gov.au I was given a police ticket last year, (same police who gave me a ticket at Gladstone prior, they were stalking me - however that complaint is not about that, it is with you today). I opted to pay the ticket in $60 instalments - it took 8 months to pay off. In the process of doing this I had to actually PHONE SPUR at one point because I wanted to change from credit card to bank transfer. (financial difficulties). The woman I spoke to was a condescending arrogant nazi. Now, it is not my fault, IF YOU HAVE DOGS OPERATING YOUR PHONES; as soon as the ticket was paid, I received another ticket from Mackay police - NOT a coincidence; you're stupid dog women at SPER, wanted me to test out their new payment system including bank transfer. Yes, that’s what your stupid dogs do. But I did not pay it with increments this time, - I paid the ticket in full, suspecting foul play by your stupid government female staff. Dog children. So, the past 12 months at least, perhaps even longer, I have had a police car on my path, every time I leave my house, (in my car – actually I have never left my house by foot, as I have a foot injury, so I can’t confirm for sure if it is purely stalking just by car). So that was until yesterday - when I went into town, suddenly there was NO police car. {What the!} Now when I get back, there is a letter waiting for me, from SPER saying my debt with SPER had been finalised. Even though I did not have a debt with SPER, as I had paid my ticket in full. So since when is following someone around, someone who's VOLUNTARY paying their ticket anyway, in this harassment form, anywhere near acceptable behaviour on behalf of Queensland police and SPER??? Are your staff stupid? Do you employ stupid people? What's wrong with you? it seems the women at SPER were using me, to latch on to (like a leech) like I was some sort of husband substitute for them. So, using me, not paying me, but stealing $1000 instead, stealing from someone who is on one of societies lowest income brackets. I just know, you would love to get my name and details (I know how little idiots operate), to further harass in such manner, harass me for having the kahunas to put in a complaint; well, I'm not going to give them to you - you are undeserved of even following me around; rack off, get a life, and do your job properly- as opposed to picking on single women who are paying their fake speeding tickets VOLUNTARY – it’s not like I refused to pay and you have to send thugs to get the money. And just to let you know you have impacted my business, I can no longer operate it properly with this kind of harassment. What did you think would happen? I can no longer sell my plants on FB market place, due to the police in Mackay. Stupid Queensland police, stupid Australian government. So, I am thinking this is why Telstra put me through to someone they deem suitable; as there are so many stupid dogs who operate phone call centres, that I would have even worse problems with stupid dogs stalking me – and STEALING from me if I spoke to regular people!! lol geeze, the ‘stalking and stealing’ is bad enough, maybe Telstra want to control who does the ‘stalking and stealing’, and want their people to do the ‘stalking and stealing’ rather than other gov departments! I wonder exactly for how long Telstra have been doing this call forwarding? I remember now back in Melbourne, so that was 2006; I purchased a Belkin product, it wasn't working, so I called the number on their product, and after about ¾ waiting, they put me through to someone, who I am 100% sure was my flatmate at the time - who of course had no idea how to work the product. My flatmate's name was Matt, it was when I was living in Preston, I can’t remember the street name, I would like to look it up – it was before internet and email / records… I had just booted Matt out because he was rude and disrespectful. Actually, not sure if Telstra put me through after or before I booted him – maybe that makes a difference?? -don’t like the person; we’ll put you through to them {?} facetious like behaviour. I can’t remember Matt’s surname either. And, another reason I am mentioning Matt, is because yesterday I was updating one of my Stories “Moving to a Big City”, as I was re-reading what I had wrote, I thought about my words “the targeted stealing starting after I got back from Melbourne”. (And I mean directly after I got back from Melbourne – the copper Kettle, my Wool fat, the Ani DiFranco CD’s}. Then I'm thinking, you know, just this week past in 2026, something was stolen out of my house, (a large black plant hook) and it could be someone that I knew in Melbourne?? So, I think back to all the people that crossed my path in Melbourne; I had a flatmate for a very brief few weeks, maybe less than a month (?); I don't believe he stole anything from me while I was there (?) and he did help me with the Chyro: suggesting I see a Chyro re my back, and I did, and it was instant relief from my sciatica. But, there were problems, he was ultimately a young single male, and I was not interested. I thought he must've been a 3rd born for sure. I remember he brought this little blonde girl over one day, his friend? But straight away, I think I recognized her as one of the dogs at Petersham who verbally harassed me? And now that I think about it; I'm pretty sure that's the stupid bimbo who was doing gobblygook wannabe mirror reflections over at Armstrong Beach, and tried to break into my car to steal something out of it. Maybe Matt has decided to spend the rest of his whole life just following me about? I think I saw him at the Melbourne airport too?? I was confused as to who it was maybe it was Heath Barwick I thought later?? And Cathy Goldman?? What a loser if this is the case? Maybe he harboured a secret grudge about being booted out, and has decided to just stalk me for the rest of his life, waiting for me to find him out and tell him to rack off – like a child, waiting for its mother to chastise him?? But he didn't seem too phased by being booted out, in fact he was acting like he was kind of expecting it. You know he was just like Heath Barwick; not only in looks, the same short and skinny, but in personality; nuisance 3rd born people. How do I end up with these badly raised trash following me around? Maybe he thought, 'well I helped her with my good advice about the chiropractor, so now she's in debt to me' ?? See - only a nutcase would think that. I certainly owe him nothing for his help, a throwaway line suggesting I see a chiropractor - it was only good luck for him that I found a good Chyro who actually did help; there's many professionals that actually do muck all to help. (that’s 2 good Chyros in Melbourne now…) I should think that he is a case for the police: only a total nutcase would follow someone around in this manner. So, but these thoughts about someone who I really have not thought about much at all since I left Melbourne is weird, I mean could someone who really was so insignificant in my whole big picture life, be really still stalking, stealing and using stupid pretty blonde women to harass me?? If you read my blog you would be aware that I'm fairly certain all the people that annoy the crap out of me and stalk me are female? So, I think back to anyone else from Melbourne: well, they were all the girls in class, and ALL OF those girls were/are, total thieves, All of them. But it’s not like I told any of them my address of where I live in Gunnedah, most of them probably didn't even know I was from Gunnedah, except for that one girl who said she also was from Gunnedah, but I thought she was a big faker? I mean it could be her? I have no idea what her name is I can barely remember her in fact, so she did look a little bit like this girl Nicole that I knew from Gunnedah, same family features, but definitely not her. Mmm, maybe she was the one in the Chemist…. And that's pretty much it, I didn't really talk to anyone else down there, any more than polite chit chat. (And the cat kidnapper – but he was really tall, and big, not someone who can sneak in and steal in 2 seconds flat). There were the teachers at RMIT, I'm pretty sure none of those teachers would be all the way up here, stalking me, at my neighbour’s house? Lol. It's got to be only someone who would be bored and unemployed. And someone stupid as well. So, it definitely wouldn't be one of the teachers, although recently discovering one of the teachers at a different uni was infact one of my fashion students, I may be wrong about that. Ultimately what is wrong people? this country Australia is really full of STUPID NASTY people. I recommend not having kids. And I know Telstra recommends this too, and possibly Centrelink. Their message; STOP OVER BREEDING you careless mother bimbos who can’t raise a child to be honest. 20. Stalking neighbours online too I wrote this in 2020, and 12 months later, again having same problems with this person who drives this car (Hooker and Millet who live across the rd) (or perhaps it is the passenger?) they seemed to have stopped putting families, and or different members of the community in there who then harass me, thank goodness, (they could have been prostitutes, but actually I think they were from facebook?) much quieter now, no yelling out, banging and tapping, carrying on like that. Actually, it’s been very quiet there in the meantime, and I do think the police spoke to them about the problems as well, and that’s probably why it’s been all quiet over there since. But I think they have something to do with banning me from all social media and eBay. Today when I created another ebay account under AustralianSeed, instead of farmplantsandseeds2015, it was going well, but then at 1107am today, April 2021, they deleted my account and that car revved up and left – I am 100% sure they are complaining to ebay and all online websites and having me banned. DOGS. The QLD Small Business Tio is hopeless. This country is horrid, that person driving that car should be castrated. I mention when I upload stuff, occasionally I am not stalked online, maybe my online stalkers have gone home to get some sleep? Maybe they have left to go to the pub? But sooner or later BANNED I’ll give you an example of what my neighbours typically do in the form of harassment; so, this morning I was busy, remembering, to water all my ferns (I had to burn back one) and in my haste I left the back door on back veranda unlocked, but as I was went out onto the front veranda, watering those ferns, suddenly the neighbour down there went “woohoo” and in the past whenever I hear “woohoo” from a girl, it means the girl has just stolen something from me. (Not sure if the “woohoo” came from Bob and Helens, or from the Sharon Millets house, who seems to sit there all day and concern herself with whatever I am doing, maybe it’s her daughter?) or even, the rental house behind them on Elseardway? Also, I want to say, I came to the conclusion that the girl “woohooing” means this, because it always happens – a pattern. It’s not just a hidden make-believe meaning that I have concocted, there’s literally a type of person who steals from me, and then, have some sort of cohort, who goes “woohoo” or sometimes they beep a car horn, as I’ve mentioned numerous times. It would’ve been someone light footed like a child, because I didn’t hear them, and all this week, and I think it was last week too, I’ve been hearing a little boy staying in the empty house across from me through the trees, in Beeke Smiths place. Can’t actually see their house from here, they have a dog or they’re doing dog sounds on audio equipment, because dogs aren’t actually allowed here. So, I strongly suspect that little shit, came onto my Veranda. By the way, that voice of the little boy that I heard coming from the empty house I mistakenly thought that voice was coming from Mat and Naomi place and it turns out that it wasn’t them it was someone in Beeke Smith‘s place, so, I would’ve falsely accused Mat and Naomi for all of that harassment that I’ve encountered over the past two years. I however have not heard any complaints from them, but I believe the recent theft may have been an act of revenge from Mat and the Naomi, or their friends - which makes them guilty anyway. Actually, I’ve had a lot of retribution, from, in particular, my landlord Catie Rogers, who insists that Mat and Naomi are innocent, and she has stressed this many times, so much so, that I now suspect, the reason she hasn’t done this with anyone else here, is because she knows they are all guilty, Beeke Smith is friends with Win, Winfred O’hoer, who is friends with my landlord, so I suspect my landlord is protecting that group of people - who have been harassing me and stealing from me all this time??. As you can imagine, this is just a disgraceful situation, and I am looking for somewhere else to live. I don’t have thieves in my life, if you steal, we are not friends, we never will be, there will be no forgiveness. Anyway, back to my woohoo story, while I was back out on the back veranda, I realised what had been taken, secateurs and they removed the plug from the bottom of my large inflatable tub so it was leaking everywhere. That’s exactly the kind of thing they do, when I had my black plastic out front, they put a whole in it, sabotage - persecution by thieves. Or they could’ve just been woohooing because my ferns had to be burnt back - that’s the kind of thing a girl would woo hoo about, as in woo hoo, you lost, I won, as my ferns don’t need to be burnt back! See how much they waste my time. I am really busy atm. Btw, one of the neighbours who I met just before I moved in, has done a couple of manual jobs for me up here, which was very nice, and certainly makes a nice change from my usually complaints about neighbours. So, I have written this whole blurb, and not mentioned my other neighbours Bob and Helen Elder, when infact OMG, why do I have neighbours who obsess about me and what I am doing? They have serious mental health issues, if they cannot mind their own business in every single minute. They are really old and cocky, and do the most devious things of them all – very passive aggressive. At this point looking back, I really can’t be bothered to go into to everything they got up to, and all their antics, I suspect they were also in cahoots with the couple at ACE hardware? I must have mentioned them before on a few other stories, but they were, well, say on a scale from 1 to 10, so far as neighbours go, they were at most, a, 4. 21. P plate-ing 40yr old women P PLATES p-plates I haven’t noticed this so much up here in QLD, but in Gunnedah, {after quite a few years, I noticed} and finally put together the fact that women were distracting me with P plate cars (due to a good-looking p plater I ran into when I was younger, much younger in Sydney) But these P platers in Gunnedah would hoon around me and rev – just like young men do, like they were young silly things. And frequently, like, every time I went into town, over 18yrs from 2000-2018. But when I looked closer at who was driving, not young men, not a young p plater, it was women in their 40s (my age) different ones all the time. I definitely noticed that their main aim was to distract me. (God only knows why? What did they not want me to see?) And often they would follow me on longer trips, like on my daytrip to Warrumbungle/State Forest. (I told you, constant doggedness) what the hell is wrong with those stupid women? Who was paying them. I suspect it they may be from the ABC, as Centrelink stalkers were not that organized. I sensed those girls were zombie and had no idea what they were doing, and maybe were under orders from some rich people that have nothing better to do than harass single ladies. (Powertrip – “I want someone to boss around and manipulate and I want to do it in a car!).” – so Unhealthy, so absurd. SO ANNOYING – FOR YEARS AND YEARS. Plus, they have, had simply NO IDEA how annoying they are. Clueless to their nuisance. I bet they are 3rd borns. It is not normal to follow and harass someone in a car. Normal adults do not do that. I thought this is worth mentioning because I want to say to those women; bugger off you stupid little hoons and get a real life, stop polluting our air. In 2025 I suspect they are still ‘out there’ but, they can no longer get away with it, so they try to blend more in, - no plates. But they still do it; more weird "big beefy car" harassment, all last week I've had skanky blonde women “presenting” themselves (in peacock form), in big beefy cars with P plates on. Also, 4 cars harassing me on Sunday arvo at Sarina when there was a cyclone. So, still just writing about it in the hopes that whoever is organising the P plate big beef car hoons, will stop doing it - you little wannabe popular idiot. Harassment is harassment. Actually, on Sunday one of the cars had a business logo on it – IntoJobs, a Centrelink jobs provider. So, it could be them who has been harassing me all these years?? I am not registered with IntoJobs, but apparently I was in the past. I wrote about it before re Christina Allen and her husband phone harassing me for some weird reason…. Anyway, yesterday someone was signing me- it was Michelle. Michelle was a woman who did the Centrelink thing on the central coast back in 1999. There was no jobs provider then, she worked directly for Centrelink, but I was advised the department of education organizes the training courses – but basically it was just women who want to get employed, and they do it by using people who are unemployed to employ themselves: come up with hoops for the unemployed, and call it training courses. The whole thing about it is employing a certain sector of “people” so they can “Lord” over unemployed people - it's a big scam. Women have figured out a way to make money for themselves at tax payers expense, plus going on personal power trips at the same time. It is quite disgusting. Having said that, for a lot of unemployed people, the solution “oh just get a job” is not that simple. There is all sort of complications in life. So, I do feel like they kind of try to start a process of unemployment more suited to an individual. Well, they try to do more than what the narcissistic cunts at the Centrelink offices do. So, I think it was here I started my self-employment business, so the fact that they were “behind me” with that was how I could do it. Anyway, so this woman called Michelle, turns out, she was a little bit older than me, and same school as me. We had both been through the riding school there, she was still involved with horses, so we had a common bond during the week-long course. So that course ended, and I didn't really think anything much about it, but due to the recent harassment from jobs providers and cars, and the fact that someone keeps sending me all these retarded unemployed people who think that they're helping by doing signs and really they're just annoying little idiots who cock everything up, (seriously: accident waiting to happen on the road – BUGGER OFF), plus the young men on dirt bikes who are harassing me daily, I think they're probably working form jobs provider. And it could be this same woman, Michelle?? I told you they get obsessed with me. It could be her organising all the dead animals too, and placing the smashed-up cars in my path?? Like she has her own agenda and maybe using me to do it?? Road safety rules?? Plus, I always suspect someone is buying my seeds at very pertinent times – it could be her?? Plus, I had all those problems at Bundaberg with old girls, same school – it could be her?? Actually, I hardly remember her, I just remember she was very tall and skinny, with brown slightly wavy curly neck length hair. And I suspect the fact that she was from the same school as me was not a coincidence, like she'd been specially chosen for my group. And this harassment that I have received over all these years, has been very constant and persistent, like a woman who puts this much time and effort into harassing me, is definitely not married. And because of the young men on motorbikes (so bloody annoying – last time stopped right infront of me, showing me themselves!! Young men they were.) maybe it's her arranging those motorbikers, employing the young and aimless?? (badly raised young men with no career goals), jobs provider wanting to be popular with the locals? And so all those ‘Dykes on bikes’ are her and her friends?? I am not entirely sure of the situation, but this is a definite possibility. Also, my neighbours currently seem to be playing “cars” – by this, what I mean, they are moving their cars around the garden – I can see them playing “cars” as their garden is directly in sloped raised view from my front veranda, – and they have multiple cars, even though it is only 2 of them who live there!! Maybe they are copying the 40yr old p platers, as they can actually see them from the veranda on the main road? Not everyone can see the stalking car hoons, as they can easily blend in. they just look like normal traffic most of the time. Photo from www.caradvice.com.au 22. DOGS, at work, not at work, on the street, in shops, at home - it makes no difference where (I did do a nice illustator image showing a house, kids and Mary Poppins me! but to big to include!) At one point in my 30s I worked alongside a temp nanny agency, doing temp nanny work, which meant I went out to various houses, all along the North Shore in Sydney, and babysat their kids when Mum and Dad were out in the evening. It was usually Friday and Saturday nights, but not always. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I had people, mostly young women, out on the street trying to peer in and watch me, watching the kids - it was ridiculous. I have previously mentioned I am frequently followed by young women (dogs), but while I was babysitting, they would stay outside the house, and make themselves known by trying to peer in, or try to join in the conversation, or carry on with other antics - while it was mostly females, occasionally men. I’ve done this little cartoon clipart, because I just find it so ridiculous that people would do this; they must not have any life of their own, to want to follow some complete stranger around and try and peer in on them. I mean, don’t they have any self-respect, or values of any sort. What kind of hopeless parents did they have? And this was the North Shore, quite a hoity toity area. So, I can only make comments here, about how hopeless a lot of mothers are, to make their kids think that this kind of behaviour is normal and acceptable. I really feel there has to be some sort of education in schools about this behaviour, - stalking, perving, spying, intruding, monitoring - it’s not acceptable, and it has to be SPELT OUT, as it seems a lot of society is too stupid to put it together. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. (I am updating this in 2025, and this is still a HUGE problem. Neighbours in particular now. Sometimes I think they must have no brain at all, because they sit for hours and stare at me - so weird. And of course they are still stealing: watch, wait and steal. Lotus plant dug up and stolen off my veranda by neighbours last night.) I think I’ve written about this too, but I can’t find it, so I will just quickly put it here again; the girl who used to follow me when I went to work every day at Enmore, on Enmore Road, it’s like if I couldn’t find a carpark outside my work, and had to park a block or two away, this girl, blonde hair, would get really anxious, because I was there, when I should’ve been down where I work, she was, literally part dog and was being territorial. She would follow me until I reached my shop, if I stopped on the way, so would she, and she would start harassing me verbally. Seriously this happened. COMPLETLELY NUTS. (This verbal harassment from women on the street used to happen a lot, but usually I don’t see who it is shouting out – they are sneaky.) I thought about what an earth makes someone, a human, turn out this way - it’s completely unnatural. I figured it’s from one of her parents, or both, lording over her while she was growing up, saying this is my house, nothing in it is yours, and basically treating her with no respect, so that she developed this ridiculous canine personality (?? – no one else has come up with a theory). I just wanted to yell at her one day YOU KNOW THIS IS NOT YOUR STREET; Anyone has the right to walk here, or walk where ever they want in any public street, all across Sydney. That stupid little blonde just couldn’t understand this concept of PUBLIC STREET. I think she was a blonde? She may have had tinges or red? It was a while back now. I remember one time I had this little dog follow me when I was going over to visit family friends who lived at Collaroy (they have since moved). Collaroy is on the other side of Sydney, from where I lived, and that girl obviously didn’t have any money, yet still she was trying to follow me, - I think, she was actually hitchhiking? But when I hopped on the final bus (it’s a bit complicated to get there from western Sydney), she tried to sneak on the back without paying, the bus driver saw what she was doing, and shut the door before she got on, shut the door in her face. I feel like that bus driver was the only person in Sydney that would stop one of those dogs in their tracks - everybody else is amused by the dogs and so would help them follow me - such is the stupid nature of not only the dogs but most people in general. Hooray for that bus driver. Occasionally you come across good ones like that good bus driver, only occasionally. So, I ended up at my destination in Collaroy, with an evening free of the DOGS. What a nice change. Oh, I just remembered another time when a woman saw a dog following me (unbeknownst to me – I am not in the habit of looking behind me as I walk down the street, every 30 seconds), and this woman told her off; sent her marching in no uncertain terms. The woman owned the shop that I had walked into, Lisa Fry, I later worked for her designing clothes for Gothic people - romantic goths!! I think destiny had me working there because I looked good in a Mortisha skirt!! So, you can see, followed around by dogs all my adult life, DOGS, at work, not at work, on the street, in shops, in supermarkets while choosing the veges…at home, - it makes no difference just constant doggedness. I am surrounded by morons. { At least if I stay home I have some relative safety; out in public or in the workplace, there's no safe place from dog attacks, not even the toilets. Unbelievable doggedness. And fuck you Centrelink, you stupid little girls – dogs there too, deliberate attacks, least I don’t have to go in there now too}. Btw, the main motivation of those dogs I feel, IS TO STEAL, looking for an opportunity to steal. They are fucking little thieving cunts who all should be shot – no exceptions. NONE. Here is a good spot to mention: Twice I’ve seen in my life 2 different people: one of them worked in the fashion industry, and then later left to be a caretaker. Now, they might not of had as much ‘prestige’ or ‘street cred’ at being titled a caretaker. But the money would’ve been about the same, (if not better), but the lifestyle of being a caretaker would be 50,000 times better than the lifestyle of working in a busy fashion industry. The other one was a receptionist who enjoyed her job, she was good at it, she had her own little private domain going on, one that she was in full control of. It would’ve been satisfying for her on many levels. One of the managers noticed how good she was at her job, and offered her a promotion, and the girl being young, and thinking ‘oh well promotion, how good, more money’, so accepted. But this took her away from her little domain, and into the office amongst all of the piranhas. I just think she made a bad lifestyle choice, even though the money was a little better, I feel she would not be happy in the longrun and she would just be far more happy and satisfied remaining as receptionist. I mean, I know other people aren't like me and don't like solitude quite as much as I do, but I think everything comes down to control in the end, and she would have lost her control. Young people, young women in particular are not aware of the dangers, of what goes on in the workplace, and what it means to be happy in life. So having a seemingly good title, and a pay increase, often does not outway the cons associated with those kinds of jobs What society perceives as a good job or a so-so job, does not always add up. The image clip of the girls outside the house, is by Suburban Tot Super Street Gang, and I thought it appropriate, because while those girls outside were adults, they were really basically still children on the inside. And some people are offended by my reference to girls as dogs – but they are. I like calling a spade a spade, if you can’t handle THE TRUTH about what happens to people like me, TOUGH TITTIES, time to toughen up and get rid of the dogs, so I don’t have to reference them when I write about my life. I’m not going to omit them just because all the stupid drunk rich housewives are offended at the dog reference. Unfortunatly they are a big unwanted part of my life. And this is how I am exposing them, and getting rid off them. WAKE UP. 23. A common obsession tactic is to try to distract me inorder to muck up the intended goal This one is really annoying – and they still do it today, as I update this in 2024 Could the occupants at NO 9 Village Lane kookaburra Park Gin Gin please find something else to preoccupy themselves with, aside from me, and what I’m doing. Stop trying to come up with plans to distract me. You must have absolutely no ability to think of something to do which doesn’t involve annoying the crap out of other people and being a nuisance. Bloody third BORN, I bet. They also car rev and leaves, when I go to eat. They do not really rev loudly, but they have multiple cars at that address, and the other one is a really old big car that is loud, I term it a hoon car, it would be a major petrol guzzler, they really should focus not on me, but on coming up with money to buy a new car. Some people just don’t know how to live. Sharon Millets son, I think, could be her husband, but I heard he claimed no part to her 2 kids – they are from a previous marriage! Wake up bimbo mothers. I could only see that person‘s legs they were skinny and long and I couldn’t tell whether they were male or female. Looked like David Hooker to me? Oh, there’s that song again, it goes; fuck of fuck off fuck off. I have the next paragraph on 4 other stories, as it has come to realization, in 2024, that this particular issue is the main issue with most of the problems I have with ‘monkees on my back’; those people are, infact single narcissists, who are latching on to me, as a single woman, trying to play out their stupid narcissists ways (they still may be in a relationship with someone else, but that other someone else, does not let them play their games, so they look elsewhere, it is a form of betrayal too. But I mean, just get a divorce, its no good being married to a narcissists. No point.) You know I guess it just goes to show the key to popularity is pretty much NOT being a narcissist. And I find most people probably will refuse to understand the word narcissist, I mean let's face it, sounds ‘nasty’ and possibly ‘nazi’. A narcissist is someone who tries to control the situation all the time, and undermines your opinion, and tries to put you down (in direct, or passive aggressive ways). The dictionary meaning of the word is: “Narcissistic personality disorder is a mental health condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance. They need and seek too much attention and want people to admire them. People with this disorder may lack the ability to understand or care about the feelings of others.” (As soon as I read this, I immediately thought of several politicians who fit this bill to a tea. And also, a lot of ‘snobs’ like from private schools. And Telstra call centre staff). So, if you're ever feeling lonely ask yourself do you do those things because I can assure you heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps of people do, there's major dysfunction going on in this country. I personally believe it is such an issue, because of the scary word factor, ‘nasty’ and ‘nazi’! seriously I was ban from spnfl for using the word nazi in an email I sent to another member. People are stupid. Scared of the word narcissism, without understanding what it really means. 24. Coward car and truck drivers playing road games in order to TEACH ME A LESSON This is the car that was at the tip, then left just after me, then was seen just behind me ½ later in a different town. Not a coincidence. STALKER! This week I ventured out to the local tip to drop off a dryer and an ironing board. Now, the person I spoke to Sheena, was friendly enough, we had a little chitchat about a tip shop that should be there, we discovered we both like shopping at tip shops! and she said everyone who comes here she considers them her friend and that’s why she likes working there. I then said thanks and bye, I dropped off my stuff, then left. That was the end of it, so I thought. However, after I left, I noticed that Sheena left as well, (2:45 pm) and then I later saw her half an hour later over in a different town, it is like she followed me over there. Now, I have had this problem before, of people following me, it has happened countless times, particularly if I go into retail shops, with young women. And here is just another time, but a perfect example to talk about, as in a local situation, a local encounter with someone called Sheena, tall with red hair. I have no idea what she was doing following me, why she would be following me, or what possesses someone to follow someone else on the roads, like that. SHE IS FUCKING NUTS. Someone told me that, it’s just a low-class thing, that people with not much education or brains do, which I would believe, because it’s such a stupid thing to do - I certainly would not follow anyone. Nor have I ever. Or maybe because we spoke in a friendly manner, she thinks we’re friends, and she wanted to follow me, in a friendly manner because she knows about my blog and the fact that people are stealing from me, especially in other towns - maybe she felt her duty to make sure nobody stole anything from me that time when I went out - in a protective dog type manner? WHO KNOWS - ITS STILL NUTS. (I don’t believe anything was taken from me that day? although I did get a quote from the windscreen repair guy, maybe it was excessive? and I did call 5 other windscreen people to get a quote, but all I got through to, were what seemed like ‘the dogs’ – Telstra bitches who pretend to be the intended person I call - at any rate there are no other people in Mackay who can repair a windscreen). But I discovered my Eucalyptus woodwardii seeds were taken the next day (they would have been taken not when I was at the tip shop, but a week or 2 ago), and, I am not sure, if it is coincidence, but I stopped at a ladies house in Campwin Beach who had a pretty bottlebrush, and I asked her if I could collect some seed from it, she said sure, but she also said, least I asked, because she has had a problem with people stealing from her garden. Can I say coincidence because it’s another common thing I’ve noticed older dogs, older female dogs do, and that’s arrange situations for me to fall into (traps) where they get to “teach me” or “teach somebody a lesson” - it’s done out of pure controlling spite and predatory hateful behaviour. So, the lesson being here, is that you have to ask if you want to take something from the garden, rather than just take it - which of course, I always do, but perhaps there are other people reading my blog, who just help ‘themselves’. Also, Toll truck drivers are somehow involved, and other people who stop in front of me, to slow me down, in order for ‘timing’ purposes - so I get to see the Toll truck as it drives past - they do this, as in sign, as in, “you have to pay the toll”, - which means that they have stolen something from my house, so I believe they may have stolen my Eucalyptus woodwardii seeds before, and that’s how they could plan their road toll truck game. This road car behaviour happens frequently, whenever the dogs are up to their fucked ‘teach you a lesson’ behaviour. It especially happened a lot in Miriam Vale. I have a car cam now which has helped greatly in combating these fuckwits, and I have the car that stopped in front of me, aswell as the Toll truckdriver from my last trip, ON VIDEO - which I’m going to do a whole collage of, and upload them to YouTube, so you can see I’m not just making this up or inventing ‘signs’, this is a real thing that the idiots out there do - and of course they target me, because I’m single. So, I think in the last 30 years of my life, I have had a lot of people who like to think I am their “friend”, and well you know that’s fine if you just chat away, joke around, no problems, but putting aside normal friendly people, there is an element out there, particularly in the female world, who maybe act really strange and have peculiar dog like territorial behaviours {my last landlord for instance} (often people who are messed up, mentally speaking, they may have endured childhood abuse, but, not necessarily so, there are a lot of people who act like this, and who are not aware of their dysfunction – like I have said before, once you are aware of unsavvy behaviour about yourself, you can do something about it, easy). If you read my “Don’t be afraid of being accused a hero” story, on page 6, this really describes in detail what people do when they think they’re being friendly and helpful, when really, they’re only ‘helping’ themselves. I find that’s what people who think they’re ‘friends’ with me, adopt this attitude, they think they’re being helpful, when in actual fact they’re just going on a power trip. And I just feel and sense, that there are a lot of people out there claiming to be my friend, when in actual fact they definitely are not, and they are probably someone who has stolen from me. I do not have friends that steal from me, if we were friends and you stole from me, we would instantly be no longer friends. I have a very low opinion of anyone who steals, they are pathetic scum and should be shot. So, it’s not that I’m opposed to having friends, and I’m all in favour of friendly chitchats, and of course we all know how businesses like having “friends” - so the not real type friends but people who have money. But when it comes to real friendships, I’m quite proud of clearly stating for the record, I do not have any friends, so if you hear someone claim to be my friend, they are lying and probably a thief! (Except maybe Tammy, who may or may not have found me, my latest rental!) -actually I find people and friends you knew/had as a child growing up, are the people you can most trust, as you know them well and they know you) So, I guess while I don’t have anyone in particular to say this too, I have been dying to say it for many years now, and it has come about because of ‘false friendship people’ and those people know who they are, so I guess it’s for them; (possible Cathy Goldman) For anyone who thinks that they’re my friend, and who are pretending to be my friend; fuck off you stupid dog. I’m never going to like you, and that’s why; you are stupid, you are a dog, and you are a major bitch the three worst personality traits one could possess, and you possess all 3, so fuck off. And while I am at it, I also having fake family people stating they are my family, when, they are NOT family. Family consists or people related by birth or marriage. 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