Yay. The good thing is that nothing bad happened to the plane, while the bad thing is that I’m 3 hours behind of Melbourne and… a lot of hours behind Smerica. I mean America.
The 8 hour plane trip was kinda boring. I spent the time looking after fish on my iPod Touch, reading, watching Finding Nemo and Ratatouille and sleeping. 
And now I’m in a hotel in Kuala Lumpur. 
Well, next week I see a lot of funds coming in, though…
Okay, I’m still alive. However, I have to go to Malaysia to see the relatives tomorrow… 
And for Chinese New Year (Red Packets!), but is the money worth the trip? Probably.
Anyway, I have been really busy packing and playing GC, lol, so I haven’t really been blogging. Two days ago, I went to Sammii’s house with the Pyriz to watch two movies – Mamma Mia and The Dark Knight. That means that, while disturbing images from Mamma Mia have been popping up in my head, they usually pop up at the same time as the really catchy tunes from The Dark Knight. Or was it the other way around? Lol.
I promise to take loads of pictures from Malaysia to entertain you guyz and girlz, so yay.
I’m going to post later, but I’m just posting right now for the sake of posting. I has Skype, yay, so if anyone wants to talk PM meh your Skype thingy. Yay.
Some of you may be wondering what happened to the Pigeon Reports. Have I killed them? Are they on hiatus?
… did pigeons eat them?
Weeell…
May 2009 be the year of the pigeon!
A few days ago, Hat posted a post on the wonderful language that is… French. I am going to try and attempt to explain why we butcher the French language with things like LOL and OMG and |33+ 5P34K and TAAFE (There’s An Acronym For Everything).
lyk, lol. teh pOpulat1on iz g3tting moar faster, w/ all tis t3ch0l0gy n stuf. w3 g3t th1ngz fa5ter, sp33k iz moar instant (lyk emailz n m0b1l3s) n w3 can lyk talk 2 ppls across teh world. 
as a r3sult, teh ppls r moar impatient. alweyz want to h4ve moar fazter, lah! wai do we do dis? lol. we r 2 used 2 fazt stuf, so w3 tri n mek it moar fast. how? bi using TAAFE n slang n stuf. lyk, whoa.
n 1 dai, mebbe w3 can h4v3 impl4ntz that l3t us tlk 2 ppl w/ ur thoughts, eliminating the phones and the “bad” language! Yay!
Oh, and I think some Malaysian/Singaporean stuff slipped in there. No idea how it got in. Sorr3h.
(and oh yeah, txting ppls on teh phone teks a looooong time. So we naturally try and shorten it. And I dunno about you, but my phone has a limit of 1000 characters.)
Boxing Day…
How did the wonderful name for this wonderful day come about? Well…
I dare you to read every single word on that post.
Well, after seeing Hat’s well written story based off my prompt, I decided to do my prompt. I won’t tell you which prompt it is until the story ends. Oh, and by the time you read this, Christmas is here!/Christmas has passed! Merry Christmas!
The Holiday Hut
It was quiet in the old hut. Normally, the planks creaked and the walls groaned, and it all felt like it would fall down, but for once it was quiet.
Sandy wondered where the hut was. It was their ‘holiday’ home (and what a holiday it was!), so they should know where it was, right? But the shady looking estate agents (who were suspiciously short) had just driven them straight from the airport, dumped them here with a weird phone and drove off without a word.
And why couldn’t they stay in the humongous factory next door? When Sandy last ventured out into the snow, she had put her hand onto the colourful wall and felt heat though the glove. Someone, or something was in there and keeping it warm. The door was locked, but through the walls she could hear machines noisily doing their work.
There were also a whole ton of other mysteries surrounding the place. Every day, despite this being in the middle of nowhere, a colourfully wrapped box would be placed in front of the door. In it lay the most delicious food one could think of: large roast chickens, exquisitely dressed potatoes, chocolate cakes the size of Nebraska, deep fried ice cream… Sandy still hadn’t worked that last one out.
And the toys! In this box, with the chickens and the potatoes and the ice cream, there would be one toy. One toy a day. Yesterday it had been a plush cat, all purple and soft and cuddly. The day before, a Nintendo DS decked out in a beautiful, yet strange design. Today, a truck that somehow turned into a robot. Tomorrow… Joseph, her little brother, was lying in his bed playing with all these toys.
Sometime it wasn’t just toys. Sandy’s elder brother Jacob had received a big book that he’d been waiting for years for. The parents got their magazines and Sandy got her mysteries.
The parents had tried to find out where it all came from. They slipped letters under the doors to the factory and left money on the doorstep, hoping to find some kind of clue. However, the letters were returned unopened in the boxes and the money had been exchanged for chocolate coins.
Well, the hut was okay, though it always felt like a air conditioner turned one Celsius too cold. When they had first arrived, there were three bunk beds, a small table, six chairs, one bathroom (which was oddly modern compared to everything else) and a note printed on a pink piece of paper.
The paper said: “In exchange for staying here, please keep the house tidy.”
Sandy thought that there would be nothing to do here but keep the house tidy, but she was wrong. There was another building out the back, and in this building two animals lived. Sandy’s elder sister Kathy thought they were moose. Sandy’s mum said they were deer. Sandy knew they were reindeer.
There was a mother and a little baby. It was really cool to see the baby nuzzle the mummy’s nose and they were even tame! The whole family sometimes spent days in here, playing with the baby and the mother deer.
And of course, there were the toys.
The whole family had come up with inane suggestions for where they were. Sandy’s dad said something about an “experimental hotel”, her mum proposed that they were “being experimented on by the government”, Kathy said “moose breeding” and Joseph mumbled “Santa Claus”.
Maybe… they were looking after Santa Claus’ house for him! Sandy knew that was a stupid idea, but she clung to it with all her might. It somehow made the whole thing cooler, maybe even more romantic. But people had gone to the North Pole before, and they did say that there was nothing but the polar bears and the ice there.
They hadn’t seen any polar bears yet. Well, they were leaving in three days. Today was Christmas (the presents had already been opened) and it had been a wonderful-ish holiday.
If only Santa Claus actually existed…
I wish… I wish Santa was real! But they can’t find anything at the North Pole, can they?
... Merry Christmas!
Dang, I had a whole week’s worth of ideas for this week, and what do I do? Play Grand Chase. Well, the ideas weren’t that great anyway…
I’m not going to write a Starfall Christmas story, as I have no good ideas. However, this is an idea I’ve had for a while. Think of it as a blogging meme that’s not a meme… And yes, I’ll try this as well. I hope you try this too, or I’ll be sad. :’(
So, you know what writing prompts are? They’re like a sentence or two, a glimmer of an idea designed to spark imaginations into a story. I’m going to write down some prompts here for Christmas and if you decide to spin a short story out of these, I’ll add a link to your story here/give you a pingback/free publicity?
You can do anything with these writing prompts – write a short story, write a poem, write a song, draw a picture… anything!
So… here are the prompts~
What if Kirby/someone ate Christmas? Not just the tree and the presents, but the very idea of Christmas?
Why do Christmas Trees even have to be fir trees?
Oh, if only it could snow here in Australia! But what would the kangaroos think?
We can’t be the only ones to celebrate Christmas. How do aliens/ fictional characters/animals celebrate?
What is the perfect gift and how could you get it?
What is the true meaning of Christmas? Love, presents, or just plain celebration?
I wish… I wish Santa was real! But they can’t find anything at the north pole, can they?
~ I hope somebody tries at least one of these for Christmas!
Twas the week before Christmas
Festivities were high
And from my humble blog
I present – some pie.
Tis holds the secret
to getting in through
tomorrow’s post
And good night to you too!
Oh? You want a hint?
Well, Paint is a friend
As magnification
But there’re other ends.
Like using your eyes,
Like talking to me!
Like thinking aloud
and thinking of a tree!
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I was going to do a week long series of posts, but since I’m too lazy I’ll just splatter this week with vaugely Christmas related posts.