Little wonder we stumble in life.


Friday Fictioneers – Rebel

Sandra Crook

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a motorbike.”

“No,” scoffed Jeremy. “That’s a hunk of metal.”

“Isn’t this gang about rebellion? Well, I’m just fighting the system here. I made this with my own hands. I think it looks cool. I’m proud of it.”

“What about all those sharp edges? Rebellion’s one thing, but you show up at the club on that thing, you’re gonna be the village idiot.”

“Oh, yeah? Just you watch me! They’re gonna love it!”

He really wished he hadn’t. It was one of the stupidest things he ever did on that bike. There was a riot…

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Legit Personality Test: The Enneagram

Enneagram Test Results

Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||| 50%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||| 34%
Type 3 Image Focus |||||||||||| 46%
Type 4 Individualism |||||||||||||| 54%
Type 5 Intellectualism |||||||||||| 50%
Type 6 Security Focus |||||||||||||| 58%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||| 38%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||| 26%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||||| 62%

Your main type is 9
Your variant is self pres

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So, I did this personality test; I adore doing these, and I couldn’t resist this one. It’s been a while since I’ve done a legit test.

Besides what it says above, my results had this to say:



type score type behavior motivation
9 15  I must maintain peace/calm to survive.
6 14  I must be secure and safe to survive.
4 13  I must be unique/different to survive.
1 12  I must be perfect and good to survive.
5 12  I must be knowledgeable to survive.
3 11  I must be impressive and attractive to survive.
7 9  I must be fun and entertained to survive.
2 8  I must be helpful and caring to survive.
8 6  I must be strong and in control to survive.



Your main type is Type 9
Your variant stacking is spsosx
Your level of health is average



Based on your health score you would benefit from working on your…
physical health/fitness
psychological health

Your main type is which ever behavior you utilize most and/or prefer. Yourvariant reflects your scoring profile on all nine types: so = social variant (compliant, friendly), sx = sexual variant (assertive, intense), sp = self preservation variant (withdrawn, security seeking). For info on the flaws of the Enneagram system click here.

I think it’s interesting, because it gives you an insight to your personality. Even if I have a fair idea what the answer will be, I just can’t help taking certain tests anyway, just because I know.

Maybe it’s a form of egotism. But I love it.


Trifecta – Reading Challenge

My boot was gone. Actually gone.

I clutched its mate to my chest like a baby, though of course it was futile. What is one boot without the other boot? It is nothing.

The prompt this weekend was a reading challenge, so I’ll be putting off the short series I’ve been writing until next week. The weekend’s prompt for Trifecta is taken from Wild by Cheryl Strayed. I finished it recently; it’s quite a good book.


Friday Fictioneers – New Year In Bangkok

Copyright - Lora Mitchell
“What an exotic New Year…” she whispered, gazing in awe at the sky.

“Perfect,” her husband said beside her. “Sitting on the dock of the bay… with you.”

She smiled, looking at him briefly. “You’re cute.”

“You’re perfect.”

She looked at him again, for longer this time. “It’s a perfect vacation. Thank you.” She leaned in, settling into his neck.

He stroked her hair, and she angled up to see the fireworks.

“Forget about them,” he said. “Just be with me.”

“I am with you. I’ve been with you for five years.”

“Still. Humour me.”

She smiled at him. “Sure.”

One of my rare Friday Fictioneers pieces. 🙂 For some reason, this picture looked like a foreign south-east Asian city, like Bangkok or Singapore. So I went with that.


Forget Doomsday; let’s start over with Chinese New Year!

I was wondering recently… Why are the Mayans and their so-called doomsday prophecy so famous, and Chinese New Year is left on the back burner?

The truth is, the Mayan prophecy is just the end of an era for the Mayans. It doesn’t mean that we’re all going to die, just that now’s the chance to decide where to go from here, with all there is to worry about in this modern world.

If we’re speaking of foreign calendars, then the Chinese New Year can contrast with the Mayan calendar, and act as our redemption.

Let’s celebrate the spring of new beginnings with the start of Chinese New Year next February 10. It’s the Year of the Snake this year, which is my animal, so I guess it’s more significant for being my year as well.

This is my year to get active. Especially since I’ve already begun my new life on the Sunshine Coast, this will be my year of working, writing, surfing, and perhaps even blogging.

Start here and discover the truth. Mayan calendars were often misunderstood. Don’t waste your second chance not understanding the Chinese one.

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The Ivan Project, #47

“It feels like a needle is poking into my breast all the time.”

“Then why do you wear it?” asked her mother.

“Well, what else am I supposed to wear? I don’t have the money to buy new bras. I barely have the money to send my kids to school with packed lunches some days…”

Her mother gave her an odd look. “I sent you to school without lunches occasionally. What the big deal?”

How could she say that? “The big deal is that a) this isn’t occasionally, it’s once a week. And b) I felt horrible the days when you did that! I couldn’t concentrate in class, kids made fun of me, and teacher’s looked down on me!”

Her mother looked flabbergasted. “So now the truth comes out. You think I’m a failure. You’re trying to fix your mistakes. But the only thing you’re doing is denying your children an education, as well as going hungry.”

She stared at her. Was she right?


Trifecta – Black

“What are you all dressed in black for?” her grandmother complained. “You going to a funeral?”

Kay rolled her eyes. Old people just didn’t understand. “I don’t need to go to funeral to dress in black. All the kids are doing it.” That wasn’t quite true, actually. She just didn’t think she’d understand Goth.

She didn’t do it because she was fucked in the head, or because she was sad or mourning. It was a fucking fashion statement.

Only… that wasn’t true.

The first time her mum had heard her listening to Jack Off Jill… “What is this? Why are you listening to this garbage?”

After fiercely defending her style in music, she soon had to defend her mind. “Are you alright, dear? Is there anything we need to talk about?”

“No!” Kay had shouted, and slammed her mother out of her room.

But in the privacy and darkness of her room, she began to wonder. She used her music to help her probe deep into her mind. At the end of the night, she was cradling herself from crying about everything; the isolation from her parent’s divorce; the abuse she’d suffered under her uncle’s hand; the death of her baby sister.

Her grandmother was judging her. She had only recently sorted all this out — somehow — with her mother, and she wasn’t exactly ready to share yet.

“If all the kids jumped off a bridge, would you?”

“No, but I’d push you –” she lashed out.


She looked to her mother. Great, here it came. She was gonna drag her away to have a talk.

“Can I see you in the other room?”

Sarcastically, she spat, “All hail the talk!”

She let herself be dragged away to drudge through it. She knew all this, and it wasn’t helping. In fact, it just made her feel worse.

“Okay?” said her mother.

“Whatever. I’m going out.” She wasn’t listening to another word; she stuck a cigarette in her mouth and shot out the back door.

Trifecta prompt.

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The Ivan Project, #34

Expectation is a disease. You know what you want to be, but one stray comment sends you reeling back into unhealthy habits.

It keeps you back from fulfilling your best ideals.

She stared out the window of the classroom, watching the rain catch on the glass and roll down. How can she get beyond the wall that was blocking her?

She just wants to be healthy again. She wants to stop hurting. She wants to stop this spiral of depression that even know is threatening to shatter her body.

She wants to eat again.

Don’t talk to her about pro-ana. She finds the thought disgusting and vile. The overwhelming urge to hurl at the thought might appear more like pro-mia to them, but fuck them.

Why did she have to care so much what they thought?