Law & Order SVU

I am so addicted to this show. I wish I had the stomache for this kind of profession.

I hope that whatever long-term career I'm in, every year we get to dress up on Halloween

I know I'm only 19 but

I've come to accept my transition into spinsterhood. I should probably start practising giving injections so that I can do them for the future diabetic cats I will adopt. And start working on a healthy raisin cookies recipe for my future neighbours' children.

Today the world lost a talented musician. Back to Black is one of my favourite albums. Rest in Peace Amy Winehouse, thank you for sharing your gift.

Thank you JK Rowling

 Literature is something that I've had since I was a kid who went to the trash and treasure every week with my parents and come home with a bag of books that I'd read over and over until I knew the stories by heart. And I think Harry Potter really was one the last books that really absorbed me into complete new world to an amazing extent before I just stopped reading. I miss that part of me so much. I miss how powerful my imagination used to be.

I'm not ready to say goodbye to Harry :'(

Watching the premiere has made me realised I'm not prepared for this to end. It's really ending. 

It's really hit me now that there's no more saying 'At least the next Harry Potter movie/book/anything is coming up'

There's nothing more that will progress from this story. 

Just thinking about it makes me cry.

Plank wit chu

I don't see why some people have to hate it so much or make fun of people who do it. It's not hurting anyone and it provides a few laughs and it's something for the youth to do. Yeah, yeah I know a guy died from doing it from a seven story balcony. But that doesn't make it dangerous. You could skateboard along a seven storey balcony and of course you'd have to call that dangerous. But it doesn't make the activity of skatebarding itself dangerous if you're sensible about it.

I've never met a girl who

was attracted to all the douchey things douchey guys do to their cars. Playing techno/rap full blast with the bass on high with their installed subwoofer, adding useless neon lights like it's a night club in there. We all know you're trying to make up for your personal shortcomings. You're just embarrassing yourself.

It's very weird

But if I hum at a specific frequency from my bed it echoes into my guitar

Crime Story Part V

Are you ready to see the dramatic conclusion of this story? If you've come this far into the story I commend you for go through this really embarrassing piece of work of past me. So here it is the last installment of Crime Story: The Case of the Missing Boy (really creative title there)


Location: Nuclear Power Plant
Corny creeps through the back door of the power plant to find even more doors. With his gun ready, he knocks don every door with his boot until he hears a faint cry. He follows the voice until it leads him to the end of the corridor. At the end of the corridor is a door. Corny turns the handle but the door is locked. With one almighty push with his body, the door opens. Corny turns on his flashlight onto George's face. George, who looks undernourished, looks very happy to see Corny.
'Everything is going to be fine, I'm here to help. Are you okay George?' says Corny in a soothing voice.
Behind them, they could hear footsteps gradually getting louder and louder.
'The man who calls himself your dad is gone now. Now there's nothing to stop you and your mum and I from becoming a family. All I have to do is bring her here too and then she'll learn to love me again. Isn't that grea-' the man who is called Harry stops talking when he sees Corny.
'Who are you? No no!' Harry covers his ears. Tears are streaming from his eyes.
'I'm Detective Corny. I'm taking your son back where he belongs,' says Corny
'No! You want me to stop me from being happy! This is my son. He belongs to me! I can have a family now!; says Harry, still crying and covers his ears.
'I understand you want to keep him but you can't, you're sick. You have to think about what is best for him. This is what a real father does,' says Corny trying to convince and calm Harry all at the same time.
'NO! NO! NO! The voices are telling me you are bad! You want to hurt my son!' Harry pulls out a knife from his pocket.
'Harry, you need help. Just let him go. You know, deep down, it is the right thing to do. Ignore the voices. Harry we can help you get better,' says Corny
Harry drops the knife and falls onto his hands and knees.

Location: Corny's Office
Chief comes into the room and for the first time in weeks, is smiling, practically laughing.
'You did it! Corny you clever boy,' says Chief and then reaches out to hug Corny.
'Chief, it was no biggie, really,' says Corny, modestly.
'You found the boy in one piece and captured an escaped patient in less than a week. Not to mention, scored a date with the beautiful and smart Nina Kent. Tell me, can it get any bigger than that?' (That's what she said) says Chief
'Aaww Chief,' says Corny, blushing a very red shade. Corny realised the Chief was right. Very right.

'Case Closed'

'

I can not believe I gave this for my year 9 science teacher to read. 

Crime Story Part IV

Location: The Question Room
'Hello Mrs Hamilton how are you?' Corny asks
'Why did you bring me here? Oh my Goldfish, is George dead? What is my husband going to do when he finds out his only son is dead?' As you can see here year 9 Marianne really understood the notion of maternal love.
'That's the reason I brought you here, he's not his son, is he?'
'I beg your pardon?'
'Your husband is not the father of your son is he? I'm guessing you cheated on him with a schizophrenic and got pregnant with him while you were dating your now husband and when you took a test with Harry and found out the baby's real biological father, you lied.' ...
'I don't believe this! You, you liar!'
Why didn't you tell me Mrs Hamilton? You should have told me. Somehow Harry must have found out he had a son and stolen him. I need your help Mrs. Hamilton. Do you know where Harry could have taken George?'
'How was I supposed to know he was a lunatic? He tried to kill himself once!' Realising what she just admitted, she gasps and covers her mouth with her hand.
'I want my lawyer,' says Mrs Hamilton
'I don't see why you need one.'
'Am I under arrest?'
'Well...no.'
'Then I'm leaving,' she says and gets up.
'Please. Your son's life could be in danger. Don't you want him back in safe hands?'
'If my husband finds out, he'll leave me and I won't have any money. I'm sorry but I can't help you.' As she is about to leave, a man comes into the room.
'Mrs Hamilton?' he says looking very uncomfortable.
'Yes?' Mrs Hamilton replies
'Umm...I'm really sorry to say this but your husband has been stabbed, he's dead.'

Suddenly Corny's phone starts ringing. Corny picks up the phone.
'Hello?' Corny answers.
'Corny? It's me, Nina. I've found out the substance that was on the carpet. It's radio active acid. As in the stuff you find in nuclear power plants. Hello? Hello?'
Corny dropped the phone, he was already on his way.

Oh man, I was such a little loser. 

Crime Story Part III

Location: Detective Corny's Office

The frowning chief comes into the room.
'Corny what have you got on the kidnapping?'
'Chief, I just found out who the fingerprints on the photoframe belong to. Some guy named Harry Parkinson. I just saw a photo of him. He seems so familiar...hold on,' Corny picks up the newspaper that he was reading this morning from the recycle bin. He opens it up to the second page that has the headline:
'Man Escapes Mental Ward'
...and next to the headline is Harry Parkinson's face.
'Oh my goldfish! The boy is in the hands of some crazy guy!' exclaims Corny. The chief, however is unmoved by this information.
'What else do you know?' asks Chief
'This is weird but the blood found outside the window was AB positive and you know how that's really rare'- says Corny
'The boy is a rare blood type so what?'
'So. So is Harry Parkinson, an AB positive, I mean,' says Corny
'What are you trying to say Corny?' says the chief impatiently
'I'm saying I'm pretty sure the wife isn't telling us something.'

Yeah um, I have no idea why past Marianne thought all detectives just happened to know everyone's blood type but anyway...The next part of the story gets intense let me warn you. really intense.

Crime Story Part II

Did Part I leave you wanting more? Are you still on the edge of your seat?


Location: Question Room


'Hello Sally Mcgee,' says Corny, who is sitting on the opposite table to Sally.
Sally, who is wearing a beanie and scarf, says nothing back and glares at him.
'Right, let's get this thing rolling. Where were you the moment George Hamilton disappeared?'
'I was at the back of the house, having a smoke,' says Sally
'You're a bit young to smoke aren't you?' asks Corny
Sally shrugs.
'I hear you and the kid were not all friendly.'
'Do you blame me? Look at what he did to my hair while I was asleep babysitting that brat!'
Sally takes off her beanie to reveal a very multicoloured, resembling the colours you would see on a clown wig. Corny tries very hard not to laugh but fails. Sally says a swear word to Corny to describe him.
'Oh my you have a very colourful language young lady, sniggers Corny
'I hated the kid alright? But not enough to kidnap or possibly murder him!' exclaims Sally

Location: The Lab
'Hello Nina, what results do you have for me?' Corny asks the very pretty forensic scientist, Nina.
'Glad you asked Corny,' says Nina 'you know that hankerchief you gave me?'
'Yeah'
'Well, the hankerchief had chloroform on it. So I'm guessing that's what the kidnapper used to get the kid to stop struggling,' says Nina very proudly.
'Great, and the fabric?'
'Well the fibres are very similar to the ones they use for the hospital gowns that they give to patients, in fact, I am pretty sure they are from the hospital' says Nina
'Interesting, very interesting. And the blood?'
'I found out it was AB positive. I haven't gotten round to the stain yet, but I promise you I'll find out in about an hour,'
'Okay thanks Nina. I know I can always count on you,' says Corny and then blushes.

Tried to keep this as authentic as possible as per Michelle's request. So one year we had to write this forensic science story for Science if you guys remember. And recently I was cleaning out some of my old things and found this draft of it. Please feel free to laugh at my year 9 lameness and the plot holes and jumping to conclusions and bad writing. So this point forward...

"
Marianne's not so super duper crimey crime story-The ending will not twist your twisties

Crime Story

The Case of the Missing Boy

'911 how may I help you?' The operator says into the phone.

'He-He's not here. We've been searching for hours,' the traumatized girl on the other line says.

'Slow down Honey. What's your name?"

'Sarah, Sarah McGee. P-Please you've got to help me. It's George, he was just there and now h-he's not. I think someone's kidnapped him.'

Location: Detective's Office

'What's up Chief?' The man asks as he puts down the newspaper he was reading and his cup of coffee. The Chief, a fat bald guy in suspenders frowns.

'We've got a kid missing. George Hamilton. Male, age 8. The babysitter supervising called 911. Last time he was seen was at his birthday party, right before they were about to start a game of Dead Fish,' the chief says.

'Who plays Dead Fish at birthday parties anymore?'

'Apparently this kid does, and it looks like he might have won.'

'Corny is on the case,' says the man who we now know is named Corny.

Location: George Hamilton's House

Corny knocks on the door. The door opens and behind it is a man and woman, both of them have blotchy eyes from crying.

'I'm detective Corny Hopkins.' I came here as fast as I could,' says Corny as he shows his badge.

'Oh thank god you're here! Please, come in,' says the man. 

Detective Corny puts on gloves and a face mask and then steps into the Hamiltion's large home. 

'A boy from the party said they saw George go into his room to get something while everyone was playing Dead Fish,' says Mr Hamilton. Corny walks into George's room. The first thing he searches for is fingerprints. He dusts up and down and finds a thumbprint on a photo-frame containing a photo of Mrs Hamilton holding a baby George with another fingerprint at the back. 

The kidnapper must have picked the photo frame up. Corny thinks to himself. He gets a bit of sticky tape to collect the fingerprints. Corny observes the broken window in George's room and notices a small piece of fabric flapping from it. He picks up the piece of fabric with tweezers and seals it in a bag. He searches for clues and finds an unusual green stain on the carpet, which he cuts out from the carpet. He also finds blood outside the window and a hankerchief lying on the ground.

He then questions Mr and Mrs Hamilton.
'Did your son have any enemies or know anyone who might have wanted to kidnap your child?' says Corny and gets out a pad and paper.
'He's only 8 years old. How could he have any enemies?' says Mr Hamilton
'Yes I know but I still have to ask.'
'Well, besides everyone at his school who is jealous of his wealth, there's the baby sitter who sometimes loses his temper on him...but other than that I don't know who else would want to kidnap my poor boy.' she says. Mrs Hamilton looks as if she is about to say something but then stops herself.
'Is there something you want to tell me Mrs Hamilton?' says Corny when he notices this
'Err..No. Nothing at all,' she says a little too quickly.
Corny raises his eyebrow and then leaves.

Concert whore?

About this time last year I was a concert virgin. And since then, I have seen...

Nouvelle Vague

Valencia

Mission in Motion

Muse

U2 (ok, 2 songs but still. IT WAS U2)

John 'Farnseyyy' Farnham (LOL, again 2 songs. But I became a certified Aussie after that!)

Andrew McMahon

Tonight Alive

Little Red

Edit: 

The Temper Trap
fun.
Blink-182

Not a bad effort I'd say :P

Uni demonstrator in the lab: Trust me, it's almost impossible to break anything in this room.

Well, he has yet to meet the likes of Marianne Nguyen.

It seems like lately all my posts here have just been about gigs I go to

Today was Kayla's birthday and so after dinner we went to Next. It was my first time going there, well not the Colonial but the event. Initial thoughts of the place was how underground it kinda felt. I mean, I'm just a "simpleton gal from the 'burbs" (lol my little twitter tagline) who occasionally branches out to the city from time to time so this place seemed a little too cool to accept a dork like me. Around me were people with piercings, tattoos, dyed hair and and some girls with plunging necklines. And if there's one look I don't ever see myself being attracted to it's guys with long praying mantis-like legs in skinny leg jeans with their hair past their shoulders (they look like girls okay, i'm sorry!). But what I liked about the place was its diversity. How there were people in all shapes and sizes wearing different kinds of outfits. It was a nice change.

On the middle floor I think it was, we saw Tonight Alive (they're a sydney band). Kayla, before they came on stage, mentioned that the lead singer was a girl which got me asking if she had orange hair haha. But wow, when she came on stage I think we all noticed how pretty she was. I mean, when I think of a lead singer of a rock band I usually think she'd walk out looking like Joan Jett. But she was blond petite and looked like some kind of actress or model for a tv ad because she just looked so wholesome and um, clean haha.

See what I mean? She could totally pull off being a Clearasil girl

They played a really good gig. The band had great chemistry and lead girl went off like a firecracker the whole night. I seriously thought she was going to grab a ceiling light and swing off it, that's how much energy she had. Great stage presence, overall great performance from every member of the band (even with the audio a bit off) who could sway even people like me who generally aren't big fans of pop punk/punk rock.

It's funny how the words you never say are the thoughts you never forget-Andrew McMahon

(Imma warn you now, this is one long ass blog. I wrote this mostly because I want to remember this night for a long time and I have this to refer to in case I'll forget it)

'No, his name isn't Jack

and no, he will not play Konstantine.'

After 5 years of being in love with the band Jack's Mannequin with 2 albums on constant repeat I finally got to see the man who helped me through the toughest times Andrew McMahon, perform live. Now for me, this is like seeing the pope for a devout Catholic or someone meeting an A List actor who stars in their favourite movie of all time. When you're about to see your idol, the one who comes right after Jesus for you, yeah sometimes you have to pinch yourself to make sure that this is actually happening to you.

It was a night of raw music, him performing on the keyboard and his bandmate Bobby on the guitar throughout the whole night playing songs acoustically from JM and SoCo. The concert's concept was kind of similar to what I experienced at the Tegan and Sara concert; it was intimate and obviously for the fans. The fans here were a mixed audience. Some Something Corporate and some Jack's Mannequin and some both. I'd say there were more SoCo fans than anything since they were old and dressed kinda punk-y and stuff. So supporting act was Leena, who I swore I had heard of before but then realised no that's Lena winner of last year's Eurovision contest LOL. Then Andy (he shaved!) in his sandals and Bobby came on stage and did their thang. The songs he chose to play were almost perfect! The almost part comes from the fact that he didn't play all of his songs haha. Although I'm glad he didn't play Caves since I don't think that the SoCo crowd would have appreciated it as much...also I wasn't ready to hear it live otherwise I probably would have cried and been a mess. We were also the first country to have the privilege of hearing a song from the new album in the making! The room was absolutely dead silent during this song, it was that beautiful. 

My top 5 little great moments:

1. Andrew opening his concert with Hammers and Strings. About the second line where he goes 'of one thousand American towns' some girl screams 'WOO! Americaa!' He stops to laugh then goes back to the song but then fails because he can't stop laughing. It was just so unexpected because it's such a soft heartfelt song with just him and his piano xD 

2. The Resolution. It's not in my Top 10 favourite songs but last night, with everyone singing the chorus together with so much passion with Andrew made pure magic. 

3. I wouldn't say this was a great moment, but it was pretty funny to see this happen since I've heard this happens at every single concert...
Annoying girl next to us: KONSTANTINE!!

Andrew to the crowd: You know I have to hand it to you guys for going this long without saying it

Andrew: This song is about a girl who I dated-

Some guy: Was her name Konstantine?

Andrew: not that there's anything wrong with this keyboard-

Some guy again: Do you spell it with a k?

Andrew: Okay can the person next to him just give that guy a whack on the head? xD

Although I have seen a couple of other videos of the Australian tour and I'd have to say our crowd was much better about it than the others

4. Seeing him up close. The security guard shooed us out as we waited in the venue ( :( ) 'He'll meet you outside,' she said. (OH MY GOD). Yeah yeah if the news hasn't broadcasted it yet I kinda turned into the biggest doofus when I met him. I spent days before thinking about what to say. How I listened to his music since my early teens that helped me become the person that I am today. And how long I had waited to see him perform and how excited I was. Or even to thank him for playing such a great show.

But when I actually had the chance I had to muster all the strength I had left to get my legs to hold me up and stop myself from crying. I mean I knew I'd be a nervous wreck but didn't expect me to get that bad. He had some kind of aura to him he was practically glowing from all that humble Andrewness that it took me by surprise. So all I managed to get out before my throat closed up was 'Hey Andrew, could I get a photo...or something?' 

JUIEFCG#RUYGJKEJCIUEWG 

He was so sweet about it and agreed as if I wasn't the biggest loser in the world. I mean, this girl said she travelled all the way from Perth, then the girl after her (and before me) said she came from New Zealand to see him for the show as well. How was I going to top that?!  

I did say thank you as sincerely as I could (I made sure to keep eye contact at least) though and I think it registered to him that I meant more than just a thank you for the photo. Well at least that's how I'm going to remember it for my sanity's sake.  He replied but I forgot what he said (I was gone by then). I really hope he comes back within the next two years for his next album...before he gets too famous here. 'Cause already all his shows get sold out in America and I need that chance to meet him again and do it properly and tell him how I feel :(

5. Feeling at home, and knowing no matter who I will be in the future that I would always feel at home when I hear him sing. Finding a type of music that ignites your soul and allows you to see pure happiness is the kind that I think everyone shouldn't quit searching for and when they do, hold onto it. Because really, it's one of the greatest feelings imaginable.  I know it sounds corny but I think other people who listen to music for this reason would know what I'm talking about. I'm just so grateful I was lucky enough to stumble upon Andrew's music so early on in my life. It's so fortunate he was able to kick cancer in the balls to continue making beautiful songs. And now I'm even more grateful to have met him and seen for myself that he is everything I was hoping him to be and more.

I think I have a problem...

I should really stop buying things and calling them 'investments' or 'bargains.' Must. stop. spending.