~~~The Realm of the Palace Princess~~~

About Me

Read about me ... for those of you who don't already know me!


The Bladder
Dark Horizons
Oz Pagan
So Shoot Me!

Blogs I Read

War Info Links
The PM's Blog
Iron Monkey
AFL Blog
Cry Like A Girl
Home Blown
Cynical Optimist

What I'm Reading

Life On Air-David Attenborough
A Dagg At My Table-John Clarke

What I'm Listening To

John Mayer-Heavier Things
The Waifs-Up All Night
Dido-Life For Rent

Words of Wisdom

"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

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Tuesday, April 29, 2003


What is it about dreaming? We all know what it's like to dream ... we do it every night, whether we remember the contents of our dreams or not.

Every night we forget the outside world and slip away into our own private sanctuaries. And yet, no one truly understands the mystery of dreams.

Even the world's most gifted and famous psychologists, the most dedicated researchers, and the wisest scientists are still yet to provide us with an accurate analysis of our dreams.

An early explorer of psychology, Wilhelm Griesinger, thought dreams were nothing more than our own madness. He wrote ... "In insanity, as in dreams, all idea of time is wanting, minutes seem hours ... the dreamer, like the insane, accepts all."

Then there was dear Sigmund Freud, who at the turn of the century decided that all dreams were about sex (well, isn't everything?).

His fellow psychologist, Carl Jung disagreed, maintaining what we are more likely to believe today, that dreams are about self-discovery.

Dreams run the full scale of emotions, and you can do the most astounding things in dreams ... fly, talk in another language you don't even know, visit places you've never been before, and on the odd occasion - shag a celebrity! And some dreams even give you a glimpse into what may well be your future.

Whether or not we choose to believe that dreams have a meaning, whether or not we believe that dreams can help us find wisdom and creativity, there is no way we can deny their presence.

I wonder if we'll ever truly understand why we dream, and what our dreams mean. I wonder if anyone will ever unlock the magic of dreams and solve our nightly riddles.
~* Thanks for the link Melissa *~

posted by The Princess 9:08 PM
Friday, April 25, 2003

This one's for you, Big Bruvva

Oh, the joy of victory ... forget about "that one day in September"... there is NO greater joy than defeating an arrogant Collingwood on ANZAC day.

Sorry, what I actually meant was, there is NO greater joy than inflicting a demoralising, 66 point defeat upon those whinging, low-down scummy bastards from Collingwood.

I dedicate today's post to my dear brother ... who lives on the other side of Australia, who I love dearly ... and who is unfortunate enough to be a devout supporter of the Collingwood football Club (for the international readers who are now going "what the fuuuuck is she talking about" ... I am referring to Aussie Rules Football, and I apologise if my post makes little sense or holds little interest for you).

Today .... I don't just love football, I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuve football!


posted by The Princess 10:10 PM
Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Happy Birthday Shakespeare!

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


posted by The Princess 7:35 PM
Tuesday, April 22, 2003

The Fabulous Nina Simone

(My Baby Just Cares For Me)
Nina Simone has always been a favourite singer of mine ... she evokes the most intense emotions with her voice. There are so many words and cliches that come to my mind at just the mention of her name.


But no words could ever capture the true essence of Nina Simone.

She certainly put a spell on me. Her music will live on forever ... enough said.

posted by The Princess 5:55 PM
Monday, April 21, 2003
Updated links
posted by The Princess 8:19 PM
Sunday, April 20, 2003


Firstly - to all of you who have emailed me over the last few weeks ... sorry, I will get back to you eventually. I've just been so busy, but over the next week I intend to bless each of you with an insightful reply (no guarantees about the usefulness of my insight though).

Work has been monopolising the majority of my time, but my mind has still been pondering the more bizarre aspects of life, and though this hasn't been reflected by regular blog updates I intend to (try and) make amends for it now, with this here blog entry.

Last night I found myself boozing in a sports bar filled with noisy football fanatics. Now, when I say "found myself" I don't mean like I just woke up, and HELLO ... I'm in a bar, I mean I had no plans to be there until I arrived. But that didn't detract from the fabulous time I had, or lessen the amount of alcohol I consumed ... however, some good did come of my evening. I encountered a rather insightful chap who imparted some of his wisdom upon me and left me with a renewed sense of optimism about life. One of the more memorable things he said was ...

"When life hands you lemons, ask for a bottle of tequila"

Isn't that just priceless (and Oh-So applicable to me!). Unfortunately I didn't get his name, but Launceston is a small place and I feel sure our paths will cross again.

Some of the more abstract things that have crossed my mind over the last few weeks include this thought on footwear.

Is it just the porn films I've seen or do the male "stars" of porn films always appear onscreen in bare feet ... while the women never seem to take their shoes off (even in pool scenes)? Now sure, I don't often bother to notice if Ron Jeremy's shoes match his outfit ... but when it gets to the point where his outfit is completely removed, he's (and his fellow male flesh artists) ALWAYS without shoes... but u NEVER see him (or them) take off the shoes.

Maybe I'm doing something wrong, but I strongly doubt I'd be able to keep stilettos on my feet during a rigorous sexual incident. More importantly, I couldn't guarantee the safety of anyone close to me at the time I happened to be wearing them and engaging in said rigorous, sexual incident (they're kinda deadly u know). Perhaps it's something one needs to practice, or learn ... like playing the piano or knitting!

Over the last 2 weeks I've been surrounded by a whole new bunch of work colleagues. As I've mostly spent the past 12 months working alone it has been something of a learning experience.

The age of my co-workers varies greatly, from the 20 year old, cute sporty guy -to the 49 year old, bitter, twisted and disgruntled housewife. This all makes for a really dynamic environment, but even though there is such a cross section of ppl I've only managed to find 2 like-minded souls, and one who I think I'll soon be able to corrupt and bring over to the dark-side.

Anyway, in any work place the workers always need a release from the tedium of day-to-day crap, but my workplace is kinda hellish and a long way from the norm. It's far from tedious, and is filled with a whole lot of structure and misery ... and there is literally no escape. So ... over lunch sometime last week, a certain (liberal minded) co-worker ... let's call him "N" starts up a conversation about threesomes. Now, a few eyebrows were raised, I think I may have even heard someone choking on their toasted cheese, but most ppl listened attentively to his fascinating revelations about the pros and cons of threesomes.

Ok, I'm generally the one who throws around such topics of conversation so it was nice to have someone else bearing the brunt of "what if" and "but how could u" questions. I simply sat back and watched as a whooooooole new world unfolded in front of me.

I was paying attention ... but I somehow missed how the conversation skipped over to masturbation, but I did learn something new. Apparently the art, or act of mutual masturbation has a name, or rather an abbreviation all of it's own ... it's known (not sure by who) as M&M. Ok, yes ... I too thought M&M referred to the crispy-coated chocolate thingies, but according to N, it is a well-known term.

So, after showing my ignorance about mutual masturbation abbreviations, the most amazing thing happened. A fellow co-worker (let's call her "J") who I had picked as rather open minded and kind of 'out there' comes forth with this statement ...

"I can't see the point of masturbation ... and why would you want to masturbate in front of someone. If you have someone there with you, why not just use them ... masturbation is just WRONG"

Yes, I'm not lying ... this actually happened. At this point, I became the one who nearly choked ... and there was no way I was going to be hiding my utter amazement at such a statement - was this girl for real! I truly thought she was having us on ... like seeing who'd take the bait ... but no, she just continued on with how masturbation was a total waste of time and thoroughly unnecessary ... like you'd only do it because you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. I felt so so so sorry for her and just wanted to embrace her and tell her what she was missing out on, but I continued to keep my mouth closed - mostly cos I wanted to hear what was going to be said next ... I was learning so much about these ppl.

Anyway, in the space of 40 minutes I managed to grab a peek into the lives of total strangers, and while I felt like I may be surrounded by a bunch of sad, sexually inhibited folk ... I did encounter a few shocks.

An older co-worker ... (let's call her "A") admitted that her husband had been nagging her for a threesome ... and that she thought watching porn was kinky (now, at this point I kinda jumped ahead and figured her husband ain't going to be getting his wish anytime soon) ... and the resident creepy co-worker (let's call him "D") piped up and began to divulge details of his adventures with porn on the net, and how his wife actually liked the fact that he has several online porn site subscriptions.

All the while the word kinky was being thrown around ... and was used to label everything from sex outside the bedroom to sex with chooks (no, don't even ask). And it got me thinking ... what is kinky anyway. How does one actually define the word "kinky"?

Personally, I see kinky as anything that I won't do ... like sex with chooks (though I do vaguely remember someone saying that sex with chooks was only meant to be an act men were capable of engaging in).

I'm pretty open minded about most things, but any kind of sex with animals (unless it's like-species fucking like-species) is just a little too kinky in my book. I don't care if it's group sex, interracial sex, same-sex sex ... younger/older guy with older/younger woman sex, it's all good ... no taboos there, but I draw the line at animals, anything painful (or likely to result in death ... see asphyxiation) or anything involving humiliation. In my sex life ... these are not going to happen (on my say so) but yeah, they still fall under the category of kinky.

To me, kinky isn't necessarily a 'bad' or negative word ... it just describes something that might be fun for some, but I personally can't see the appeal of. I guess it's something like fetishes, which are a really personal thing. Take for example how Mr Pervy needs to be bound and gagged while wearing a nappy, and then whipped by a women dressed in leather before he's able to have a good time... I'm sure he sees this as a little kinky (I know I sure as hell do) but it doesn't actually make it a bad thing.

I do find the ppl who are into S&M/B&D kind of weird, I mean the freaks who need the sting of a whip to get off, rather than the good, sweet lovin' of a nice God fearin' woman (Not to be confused with D&D freaks, who if it weren't for masturbation would never get off, and have a 75% chance that they will NEVER know the good, sweet love of any woman, God fearin' or otherwise.) I'm not sure if I'd define being tied up and blindfolded as kinky ... but bring in the whips and chains and I'm definitely able to bandy about the 'K' word.

I suppose kinky means different things for everyone. There are, of course, sexual acts that kinky just doesn't fit with ... like anything to do with children or rape, this most definitely falls into the category of sick, fucked-up mental cases. But I think I came to the realisation that there is no ONE definition of kinky (no matter what the fucking dictionary says) ... but that it may well (in my mind) have a strong association with the word "fetish".

I don't think I have any fetishes ... it seems like a very chic thing to have; maybe I should get myself one. Don't suppose anyone has any suggestions or recommendations as far as fetishes go that they'd like to share?

posted by The Princess 3:43 PM
Sunday, April 13, 2003

"He's the Best
He's the Greatest
He's the Greatest Secret Agent in the World!
He's the Ace - He's Amazing.
He's the Strongest.. He's the Quickest.. He's the Best!

Too many things to write about, and simply not enough time to write them ... so I've opted to cast the spotlight upon Danger Mouse, a super hero who, (not unlike ALF) has been lost somewhere in television land, and now resides only in our memories. Danger Mouse was astoundingly witty, and the satirical brilliance of the narration made it so much more than a children's cartoon ... it was classic comedy.

Give me DM before Bond any day!

Updated links, songs etc.

posted by The Princess 1:10 AM
Sunday, April 06, 2003

Woo Hoo .... and the Dons have a win on the board!

I've come to a conclusion. I think I would prefer the sensation of having hot needles stuck into my eye, rather than listen to Robert (I-made-this-Brisbane-team) Walls commentate another game of football involving Brisbane. I mean, he's bad enough when it's just any 2 teams, but get Brisbane in the mix and it becomes really embarrassing. I'm sure he's sitting up there, in the corner of the commentary box, tossing-off at the site of the Brissie Boys. Mmmmm, paints a pretty picture ah!

Well, as of tomorrow I start a new job. Yes, I did finish up at one of my jobs just over a week ago ... so for the period of 7 days I only had one job ... and life was pretty damn good - but I've foolishly taken on another, just for 6 months ... but the first month is full time, which means, apart from me having to be in Tassie for 4 weeks straight - I will have no life .... and further more I probably won't get many chances to update my blog.

So, to keep you all entertained I suggest you head on over to
this glorious blog, and read what our dear friend Mr Kim Jong-Il is blogging about. Its terribly fascinating stuff.

Or, if you're inclined to read something a little more relevant to Australia, go take a peek at the blog of our illustrious PM, John Howard.

I'll leave you with some words from Anais Nin -
"The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned."

Honest, your hair doesn't look red - would I lie?

posted by The Princess 9:12 PM
Friday, April 04, 2003


"Yet there is one achievement we should note. The ghastly Saddam, the most revolting dictator in the Arab world, who does indeed use heinous torture and has indeed used gas, is now leading a country that is fighting the world's only superpower and that has done so for almost two weeks without surrendering. Yes, General Tommy Franks has accomplished one "truly remarkable achievement''. He has turned the monster of Baghdad into the hero of the Arab world and allowed Iraqis to teach every opponent of America how to fight their enemy." - Robert Fisk

posted by The Princess 9:58 AM
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
It seems I'm not the only Aussie who had a little too much time on their hands during the last 24 hrs. One can only assume Rove is a GOD!
posted by The Princess 9:28 PM
I must have been living in a cultural wilderness! Up until 12am this morning I'd never heard of google whacking ... shocking I know, but the term, and it's subsequent meaning had completely eluded me.

But now, less than 12 hours after my freak discovery of google whacking I'm totally addicted. It's sucked me in ... and there is no way I can resist its powers. I will never look at google the same way again.

Now, I know, I know .... some of you are sniggering right at this very moment ... assuming that when I say "google whacking" that I'm referring to something crude. And granted, yes ... when you add the word "whacking" to anything (especially something like google) it does bring slightly unsavory images to mind, but I guarantee it has nothing to do with masturbation.

Then again, this is the internet we're talking about, and I'm sure there's someone out there who could relate anything on the internet back to masturbation ... anyhow, enough of such filthy topics.

Ok, so for those of you who haven't a clue what google whacking is, I will explain ... but I hereby declare that I will take no responsibility for any addictions that result from reading the following explanation.

Google whacking is when you put any 2 (correctly spelt) words into a google search and come up with only 1 matching result - a google wack. Sounds ever so simple I hear you say ... well it's not - trust me! But I suppose, for those of you more inclined to use an unnecessary amount of large, technical words in everyday conversation, you'll probably find the whole thing a breeze. (And yes I do mean you, Mr Verbose)

I leisurely entered a few words into the little search box, trying for really bizarre and odd combinations like "jellied Wednesday" which returned over 1300 sites then "pencil transcendental" but when this came up with more than 7000 results I was left little stunned ... yet challenged.

So, I decided I'd have to try for something a little more unusual. I entered "operatic sodomy" which returned a disturbing 250+ results. But I was hooked, I knew then that I couldn't leave the keyboard til I found a google whack ... no bloody search engine was going to get the better of me.

It took me a further 10 minutes, but I did manage to find one ... "ostracized courgette"


And I was ever so pleased .... for about 2 minutes, then the satisfaction disappeared and I was hit with an overwhelming urge to begin my google whacking adventure all over again.

So, you can imagine how much sleep I had last night. Is that "get a life" I can hear you all screaming at me now? Well ... go on, you see how long it is before you're heading off on your own google whacking experience. Then, see if you can stop at just one ... see if the thought of finding that one and only site doesn't start to consume you and drive you to spend countless, unproductive hours in front of your puter! I bet you'll never be able to search for anything on google again, without the thought of finding a google whack entering your head. There is no escape.

posted by The Princess 11:24 AM
Tuesday, April 01, 2003


I'm boycotting any further, unnecessary conversations about the war ... and there is now a self-imposed ban on war topics on this blog, for at least 48 hrs. With all the negativity, discord and ugliness surrounding us at present, let us pause for a moment and celebrate the beauty that is Javier Bardem - beautiful and delicious ... yes, indeed.

posted by The Princess 10:35 AM


Devoted to Viggo
Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen


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