some sort of error, debug? NOOOOOOOO

I was decorating my house tonight... customising beds, tiles, walls and kitchen counters. I completed the entire bottom floor - very happy!














UNTIL - DISASTER STRUCK!

The game had some sort of read error and asked me if it should debug. GEES I don't know! Windows never was any good at debuggging, so I naturally clicked no... carry on, nothing to see here...

BUT, I think I was meant to click YES. And in a matter of seconds my house became this:













EMPTY! NADA! RESET! :,(
















And I'm not the only one in shock! Look at Thrall's* zombie-like O_O.

Read his lips, he's saying the F-word!


*Thrall got his name after I sat there for a good few minutes after he was born. I looked up and caught a glimpse of my Warcraft 3 box - and yes, I have the orc box.

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My bad for the day

Tiramisu cupcake.

verdict: a helluva good bad :)

Simon & Garfunkel - Old Friends

Went to see Simon + Garfunkel tonight at the Acer Arena. I thought I would doze off cos I was so knackered already, and to be honest, I didn't know many of their songs.
















Surprisingly, there was no sleeping and the concert was really good~ (can't say the same for Nut, he slept when Art G- sung his solo songs). I was hoping Paul S would sing You can call me Al... but he didn't... his solo performance woke me up haha!

They did two encores! AND a third after we left!!! EVEN AFTER the lights were turned on >_<

The things we do for love... and mates

Ouch...! BUT, he's lucky I didn't get a shot of him wearing that blue bra of his.

The things Asians do to get their mate married/get their sister married/get back into their own/ house/for fun.

It pays to know where you are...

Mornings that begin badly are usually due to:

• lack of clean socks;
• missing shoes;
• hour-long snoozing;
• arriving on time to an extra enthusiastic train; and
• arriving early to a tardy one.

This morning there were no socks and the train was pulling up as I got to the station! What made things worse was a couple of westy-bogans (not the traditional type) were talking so loudly that the whole carriage could hear.

Long story short: I left my scarf on the train, which fell off my lap as I got up to leave the carriage and only realised when I left the station gates.

I Stood there and pondered for a minute whether I should do anything about it or if I'd get it back.

Talked to the gate-guy.

Went back to the platform and talked to the white flag-waving peoples.

Told them:

the time the train arrived

where it was going

which carriage I was in

up or down?

2 or 3 seater?

front or back?

Moral of the story: know where you are - get your shit back!

Oh yeh, station-master-lady made a call and told me to wait. They found it at St James :)

Fire Water!

The Three Bees found on fiyahhhhh!!!!

Didn't quite go BOOM like the real thing did in 1814 but it was still cool :)