tentative's New Writeups

Mystery Google (thing)

2009-11-24T23:48:03Z

Mystery Google was created by Google as a form of entertainment, it seems. Basically, you type something in, but when you click "Google search" the result is what the person before you typed in. You can treat Mystery Google as a sort of fortune teller, or guide to life by asking it "what should I do?" and trying to get an answer that applies. It can give you a little fun if someone put in a joke before you, or it can lead you to new websites, music, and the like.

Some people will also put in their email address or phone number with a request for a story, a joke, sometime random, something about ninjas. These results are occasionally posted onto the website My Life Is Average, for example:

Today, I put in my number on Mystery Google, telling them to sing me their favorite Disney Song. Not about ten minutes later, I got a call, from a girl singing Hakuna Matata, then hanging up afterwards.

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People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked (poetry)

2009-11-24T14:07:22Z

Where is the line between love and in love
Where does it start
And where does it end?
When do I add that tiny word in
When can I change from I love
To I am in love
With you?

Hypothetical, please
Don't tear up on me
I'm just asking
When do I know
To change the words
What is the difference
Between what we have now
And what they sing to the clouds?

And how can I pinpoint
The very exact moment
That I slip from love
Into love
With you?
And more importantly
Do I want to?

It's bushfire season again (event)

2009-11-24T11:10:17Z

I thought I'd take a walk tonight, to watch the sunset. Sunsets are best when the sky is cloudy, but not clouded over. With the recent bushfire just minutes away from my house, the sky would be perfect. I and the dog stepped outside into a hazy world. Cars a hundred meters away were blurred over, the sky was filled with heavy brown-grey clouds.

My phone buzzed earlier in the night to tell me of a message from a friend who never messages me. Curious, I opened it and read: "Hey, are you okay? The fire is moving towards your place."

Fire? What fire? Certainly, the sky was hazy with smoke last time I looked, but sometimes barbeques go wrong, or the wind is just so that the smell of a fire all the way in the hills comes down to suffocate us. I open the various websites to check if any fire trucks have been paged to areas near me. Oh, yes, there it is. When I glance outside I can see the sky above a nearby…

Makybe Diva (person)

2009-11-24T05:29:09Z

Few horses gain great fame. Bucephalus may be the most famous simply due to the great length of time stories of him and Alexander the Great have lasted. There is, of course, the horse named Incitatus who was treated with the care and kindness of a royal, and was at one point considered by the current Roman Emperor, Caligula, to be made a consul.

As time moves on, we have Black Beauty, who, though fictional, is very well known. During the 30s there were such horses as Seabiscuit and War Admiral in North America, and Phar Lap for Australia during the 20s. All these horses have one thing in common: they're all male. Though that isn't the main difference between Makybe Diva and these others I've named. None of these horses won the same prestigious "Race that Stops a Nation" three times in a row.

Only five horses have ever won the Melbourne Cup more than once, and only fourteen mares have ever claimed the title.

As happens with many of Australia's…

Even though I sleep terribly with another body in the bed (poetry)

2009-11-23T06:39:52Z

Pillows don't breathe against your neck,
there is no gentle rising of the chest
with every in-drawn breath.
No fingers to trace down one's spine,
the touch for which to pine.
No careful caress in the middle of the night,
no half-awake shifting to hold me tight.

No words accurately describe the exact differences between hard ribs beneath my fingers and the softness of a pillow, or the slight mumbling in sleep, without which the world would be silent.

Twisting letters on a page do not tell you what is different between sleeping alone or sleeping together, words are entirely inadequate to explain why I would rather a half-decent night sleep with another than a full one with my arms clutched around a pillow.

I…

in the dark humming hours of the night (idea)

2009-11-22T14:12:37Z

Alex walked sedately down the path towards the town. He could only see pin pricks of lights between the trees. The air was still and the sky clear, and he could feel the light of a thousand, frozen stars prick at his back. Though he was aware that the air was cold he did not feel it. Other things preyed on his mind, but he began to whistle as he walked a jaunty walk down the gravel path.

An old man walked by with a dog trotting several feet in front of him. Alex tipped his cap at the man, who nodded back and continued on his way. Nostrils flaring, Alex skipped the path to jog a few steps to another which wandered towards a cluster of bushes that rose up a hill.

A young girl, not more than seventeen was walking along the path. A light summer dress could be seen beneath the large coat she had on. Alex smiled a cheerful hello.

"Hi, I'm Emily." Her golden locks bounced on her shoulders and his…