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This morning while eating my toast and yoghurt, I was flicking through the Herald and found the story of Dr John Elliott, a terminally ill adopted Australian who flew to Switzerland to medically end his own life.

It wasn’t easy to read, and quite eerie to read his final letter. But I can’t help but feel total awe for this man who had such a strong conviction to put an end to his pain that he had a journalist and photographer cover it.

I hope that the article generates some controversy and discussion and helps to change some minds about the topic.

And I hope that if I ever reach that stage of my life that have the same conviction.

Found through various clicks courtesy of Cute Overload.

1. My car’s back. Mazda didn’t charge me a cent and even washed him. Score!
2. I have new hair:

See? My eyes look blue-er with the copper thrown into the colour. I like my new fringe.

I tried Captivate Hair and Beauty at Stanmore Village and loved it. The whole trip was a good $80 cheaper than my old hairdresser. I’ll definitely be going back.

The Naked Aunt is still staying here. I knew that ‘a few days’ would turn into ‘at least a week, maybe 3′. Humpf.

Today is the 3rd day my car’s been back with Mazda. I hit a rogue concrete island in downtown Leichhardt about a month after I got the car, and the wheel alignment hasn’t been right since. I thought I got away with it when it go serviced six months ago. But I didn’t, and now that I’ve asked them to look a bit closer, they can’t work out how to fix it.

The suckiest part is that I have to walk everywhere or catch public transport. What gives?

If I haven’t been hanging around at home, I’ve been going into the city or walking down to our local village for some beautifying. I know it’s all very good for me and/or the environment to not be driving my car, but whatevs. Today it’s going to be HOT. And I want my air conditioned little car.

I don’t want to be commoner and have to walk/bus/train it everywhere.

I finally got my eyebrows fixed up after months of ignorance. They look less like hairy catepillars and my forehead is irresistibly smooth.

Tomorrow I’m getting a much-needed haircut and I’m trialing a new fringe option until then. Don’t want to be too trendy, though.

I remember running under the sprinkler when I was a kid. Kids these days wouldn’t know what to do with a sprinkler if it bit them on the arse.

This drought and Sydney’s level 3 water restrictions really, really suck.

I could barely contain my excitement last week when I saw a real sprinkler in action. This is on a farm 6 hours west of Sydney, living off rain and bore water. They still have enough water to give their grass a drink at the end of the day.

BRAN #31 is worth listening to because you get to hear John The Tech Guy in the closing outtakes.

Next week BRAN is ‘coming’ from the Adult Entertainment Expo. Hee!

Get ep #31 here.

Why does it take an unqualified person to point out to the accredited plumber that the giant gaps in the shower might be causing the giant leak?

Why didn’t the guys who’ve been paid to renovate the house see this for themselves, therefore not fixing the problem before the new ceiling went in downstairs? Instead, they thought spraying the shower with some sort of sealant would do. And now the ceiling downstairs is stained and water logged.

Idiots.

Even though I hate the crowds, Sydney puts on the bestest NYE fireworks.

Photo by Saruken.

In 2007 I resolve to finally go on my first ever international flight, meet as many of my awesome girls as possible and maybe even go to New York on the way home. Score!

With the usual ejaculation of NYE SMSs, I got only 2 from complete strangers (okay, maybe 1 was from someone who I’ve deleted from my contact list for a very good reason).

The most interesting one was

Best drunken ‘drop pants/pass out’ ever. Happy new year!. Lindsay

I am so tempted to reply and inform this Lindsay that I have know idea who he/she is and that s/he should probably check phone numbers before wildly sending SMSs with such content while on alcohol, drugs, oxygen, etc.

I wonder if Lindsay is hot? Is Lindsay the one who dropped the pants and passed out? Maybe I really do need to reply?