Saturday, June 28, 2003
WIN XP is a joke!
Microsoft is what you would call candy floss. Just a lot of fluff, color and acrobatic stunts. It's just sugar spun out like a spider's web collected on a stick. They make really useless softwares and operating systems that the general public has been doped to do without.
For the umpteenth time, it has just crashed on me. With only Microsoft Outlook and Internet Explorer running, it decided to blank out, pull the curtains shut on me and decided to restart on it's own while I was typing out my reply email to my love on the other side of the globe. Horror of horrors I lost the whole lot!
I'm selling my PC in parts and going to use that money to buy OS 10.2 or Panther when it comes out. Then I'll use Safari and ditch IE on the Mac. It's time microsoft re-examine what crimes they have done.
This blog was typed out on a mac.
chucKie
Microsoft is what you would call candy floss. Just a lot of fluff, color and acrobatic stunts. It's just sugar spun out like a spider's web collected on a stick. They make really useless softwares and operating systems that the general public has been doped to do without.
For the umpteenth time, it has just crashed on me. With only Microsoft Outlook and Internet Explorer running, it decided to blank out, pull the curtains shut on me and decided to restart on it's own while I was typing out my reply email to my love on the other side of the globe. Horror of horrors I lost the whole lot!
I'm selling my PC in parts and going to use that money to buy OS 10.2 or Panther when it comes out. Then I'll use Safari and ditch IE on the Mac. It's time microsoft re-examine what crimes they have done.
This blog was typed out on a mac.
chucKie
Friday, June 27, 2003
Discipline, Passion, Guts
These are a few of my feared things. It's easy to live one day, after another, lying in the sun, taking in the free air and let time roll on by wasted by the moments and minutes.
Then these are also the things that few people would embrace. Few would take up the challenge and walk in the face of loved ones, friends, relatives and well meaning peers laughing, ridiculing and disapproving. Times like these friends become few. Truth is they don't understand. Till they do, never let go of the spade and the hands that put the plough in.
When a flood comes, you can be afloat - even in times of a crisis - a car crash - a calamity we never prepared for. That's when some of us wake up out of this lie we've been sold on for years since we fed on our mother's breasts.
I choose to live outside. Outside the realm where I think I might die - but no guts, hey, no glory. Remember that!
chucKie
These are a few of my feared things. It's easy to live one day, after another, lying in the sun, taking in the free air and let time roll on by wasted by the moments and minutes.
Then these are also the things that few people would embrace. Few would take up the challenge and walk in the face of loved ones, friends, relatives and well meaning peers laughing, ridiculing and disapproving. Times like these friends become few. Truth is they don't understand. Till they do, never let go of the spade and the hands that put the plough in.
When a flood comes, you can be afloat - even in times of a crisis - a car crash - a calamity we never prepared for. That's when some of us wake up out of this lie we've been sold on for years since we fed on our mother's breasts.
I choose to live outside. Outside the realm where I think I might die - but no guts, hey, no glory. Remember that!
chucKie
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Nocturnal
Fighting the cold in the day takes up a lot of your energy. Especially when the wounds are taking their time to heal. Think I must have fractured my ribs or something. Cos everywhere else is healing except the ribs and the pain is sharp and makes my movement retarded. Like I can't carry anything too much or steer the non-power steering wheel in parallel parking. Feels like I have only one hand.
Strength is definitely depleted as a result. Been feeling weak. Pain weakens the body a lot.
Have been missing most of my mornings as well. Perhaps it's because it's the coldest in the morning. Pain and cold is a very potent force. It takes me a few good minutes to get out of bed. You don't realize how much of your rib cage is being used in getting up, bending down and sitting down. It's a dreadful experience in the morning.
Feel like a nocturnal animal. Except that I sleep like a log for 12 good hours everyday now. Feel like a big part of me was stolen to leave me hanging like a dried out scarecrow, limp and weightless.
Let this hour pass quickly. Need to get back to life.
chucKie
Fighting the cold in the day takes up a lot of your energy. Especially when the wounds are taking their time to heal. Think I must have fractured my ribs or something. Cos everywhere else is healing except the ribs and the pain is sharp and makes my movement retarded. Like I can't carry anything too much or steer the non-power steering wheel in parallel parking. Feels like I have only one hand.
Strength is definitely depleted as a result. Been feeling weak. Pain weakens the body a lot.
Have been missing most of my mornings as well. Perhaps it's because it's the coldest in the morning. Pain and cold is a very potent force. It takes me a few good minutes to get out of bed. You don't realize how much of your rib cage is being used in getting up, bending down and sitting down. It's a dreadful experience in the morning.
Feel like a nocturnal animal. Except that I sleep like a log for 12 good hours everyday now. Feel like a big part of me was stolen to leave me hanging like a dried out scarecrow, limp and weightless.
Let this hour pass quickly. Need to get back to life.
chucKie
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
You're the BEST!
It's cold out there. Rain, pelting on the naked frozen faces of the common man trying to get by. It's a nasty night. Yet I didn't leave early to get home safe. Took a risk. Stuck around to mingle. My first night at cell group after 4 years in the wilderness.
It took a while for the ice to break. Another few moments for superficial polite gestures to get by. Guess the thickets of testimonies within my heart was just waiting to be used to motivate and encourage. Somehow, amidst the discussion of politics and apologetics, there was the unwritten law of utter acceptance.
The last time I sat in a Commodore, it was also pelting outside. The windscreen was fogging and the wipers were swishing, except this time, it's late in the night. A friend was giving me a lift home. A friend who stayed in the south of the city. A friend I barely knew for 2 hours. A friend who enjoys the company of others. I'm keeping this friend.
The waters are definitely filling up the wasteland. Flooding every dry parched soil thirsty for any liquid it can use. My knees are feeling wobbly with gratitude as I see the well brimming. My heart sinks to my knees in utter blush.
I am loved. Loved. LOVED! And you, YOU'RE simply outrageous ...
chucKie
It's cold out there. Rain, pelting on the naked frozen faces of the common man trying to get by. It's a nasty night. Yet I didn't leave early to get home safe. Took a risk. Stuck around to mingle. My first night at cell group after 4 years in the wilderness.
It took a while for the ice to break. Another few moments for superficial polite gestures to get by. Guess the thickets of testimonies within my heart was just waiting to be used to motivate and encourage. Somehow, amidst the discussion of politics and apologetics, there was the unwritten law of utter acceptance.
The last time I sat in a Commodore, it was also pelting outside. The windscreen was fogging and the wipers were swishing, except this time, it's late in the night. A friend was giving me a lift home. A friend who stayed in the south of the city. A friend I barely knew for 2 hours. A friend who enjoys the company of others. I'm keeping this friend.
The waters are definitely filling up the wasteland. Flooding every dry parched soil thirsty for any liquid it can use. My knees are feeling wobbly with gratitude as I see the well brimming. My heart sinks to my knees in utter blush.
I am loved. Loved. LOVED! And you, YOU'RE simply outrageous ...
chucKie
Mad Dog
The last time I was chased by a dog, I was a boy. A limping boy who just sprained his ankle, although recovering, still having problems walking properly, not to talk about run.
It was a big dog. A crazy one too. This one was black and it got so close to biting a piece off my ass! Thank God for Uncles and Aunties who ran out to drive the dog away and saved me.
Today, at the brink of turning 30, another mad barking dog started charging at me from across the street when I got out of my house, all dressed for a business function.
This was a small puppy. Brown, compact and kinda cute. Think Scrappy in that Scoobydoo cartoon. It was absolutely ferocious and, I believe, drugged out. It looked like it had the soul of a narcotics drug sniffing police dog ready to bite off the neck of any criminal it sets eyes upon.
There I was thinking, This is ridiculous - even a dog wants to get even with me, what in the world is wrong! I have been doing no one no wrong and I crashed into this woman who came out of nowhere to block my way. Then, just as I was recovering from the shock, trauma and pain of post-near-fatale accidente, a mad dog attempts to chew my sheens off. How down can down get?
But as soon as the dog realised that I wasn't going to run away and scared off, it retreated back to the house it catapulted from. Somehow there was just this calm in me that it wasn't going to touch me. And it didn't. There was a bit of fear but it quickly evaporated cos I knew this was too ridiculous to happen. It was so surreal, I just walked ahead.
Then I looked up to the sky and just smiled. Inside, I was laughing. I knew then that something special is going on. Somehow I felt special. That I was on the right track, living the right life, moving in the right direction to change the way things are. So right that even a dog wants to get even with me. It's so ridiculous it made me feel 200%!
I feel blessed. Cos I know I'm on the Diamond Road.
chucKie
The last time I was chased by a dog, I was a boy. A limping boy who just sprained his ankle, although recovering, still having problems walking properly, not to talk about run.
It was a big dog. A crazy one too. This one was black and it got so close to biting a piece off my ass! Thank God for Uncles and Aunties who ran out to drive the dog away and saved me.
Today, at the brink of turning 30, another mad barking dog started charging at me from across the street when I got out of my house, all dressed for a business function.
This was a small puppy. Brown, compact and kinda cute. Think Scrappy in that Scoobydoo cartoon. It was absolutely ferocious and, I believe, drugged out. It looked like it had the soul of a narcotics drug sniffing police dog ready to bite off the neck of any criminal it sets eyes upon.
There I was thinking, This is ridiculous - even a dog wants to get even with me, what in the world is wrong! I have been doing no one no wrong and I crashed into this woman who came out of nowhere to block my way. Then, just as I was recovering from the shock, trauma and pain of post-near-fatale accidente, a mad dog attempts to chew my sheens off. How down can down get?
But as soon as the dog realised that I wasn't going to run away and scared off, it retreated back to the house it catapulted from. Somehow there was just this calm in me that it wasn't going to touch me. And it didn't. There was a bit of fear but it quickly evaporated cos I knew this was too ridiculous to happen. It was so surreal, I just walked ahead.
Then I looked up to the sky and just smiled. Inside, I was laughing. I knew then that something special is going on. Somehow I felt special. That I was on the right track, living the right life, moving in the right direction to change the way things are. So right that even a dog wants to get even with me. It's so ridiculous it made me feel 200%!
I feel blessed. Cos I know I'm on the Diamond Road.
chucKie
Sunday, June 15, 2003
After Effects
Now recuperating at home. Like a patient in a mental institution. Waiting by the phone for someone to call cos it's so damn boring. How many hours in a day can you sleep without getting hungry and have to crawl out of bed in pain, and not forgetting starvation, to attempt to make something edible.
It's a blessing that the evil packaged food industry has thought of making everything instant. Had instant chicken porridge with egg. Full of synthetic fat, high in ridiculous amounts of salt and probably MSG too.
But when a man is sapped of his strength, post trauma state of mind he's in, there's no way you can get him to dice the organic carrots, slice the mushrooms and cut up the chicken. Not even talk about washing up the dirty dishes to make space to thaw the frozen prawns.
So to packaged food I go. A temporary measure I knew I would find stocking up on emergency instant packaged food to be helpful on a rainy day like this. Aw, prophetic, eh?
The phone hasn't rung too much throughout the day. Didn't stare at it that much either. Instead I turned to another form - the internet - ICQ - where you'll always find a few online junkies in the midst of their exam revision trying to distract themselves by lurking around to see who's like them trying to distract themselves by lurking around to also see who's like them who's trying to distract themselves from themselves. Wow, how postmodern! Spent a good while chatting with a few friends - namely Milton, Milton and Milton Saw. Who happens to be the only person I could find to entertain myself with. Thank God for friends and ICQ eh?
Had a call from my boss at Party Music and pretty much found out she had the same accident experience. She convinced me to go for a medical check up just in case I need medical prove to claim whatever damage there was. I didn't even know what 'whip lash' was? Did you? She had to explain to me what it was and I went ... OOOOHHHH, so that's what I'm experiencing right now! All that aching, chest breaking, neck pains and slowed limb movement stuff... as a result of a sudden jerk or forced halt of a high speed object resulting in the body flinging violently forward like a crash test dummy only to be saved by the good ol' seat belt. Yes, wear them, silly! My ribs may have been bruised but I sure am still alive.
So to the doctors and back. Had dinner in between. Was quick and painless. The late opening hours clinic was empty and my audience with the doctor was quick and seamless. She just checked my heartbeat, my neck and chest. Said I had bruises and should be fine. Hey, hang on, she didn't check my blood pressure! According to a highly respected cardiologist in Sydney, any GP who doesn't give you a blood pressure check during consultation is not doing his or her job!!!
Alright, I shouldn't go paranoid now. But paying $40, even though I might be able to claim part of it back, change the fact a little. I tell you, medical insurance for overseas students is a farce! You'll have to pay upfront for a fair bit of stuff before you claim a portion of it back. It's a mess, I tell ya!
It's late. Better sleep and rest this overworked body. There's a wide world out there for me to take!
chucKie
Now recuperating at home. Like a patient in a mental institution. Waiting by the phone for someone to call cos it's so damn boring. How many hours in a day can you sleep without getting hungry and have to crawl out of bed in pain, and not forgetting starvation, to attempt to make something edible.
It's a blessing that the evil packaged food industry has thought of making everything instant. Had instant chicken porridge with egg. Full of synthetic fat, high in ridiculous amounts of salt and probably MSG too.
But when a man is sapped of his strength, post trauma state of mind he's in, there's no way you can get him to dice the organic carrots, slice the mushrooms and cut up the chicken. Not even talk about washing up the dirty dishes to make space to thaw the frozen prawns.
So to packaged food I go. A temporary measure I knew I would find stocking up on emergency instant packaged food to be helpful on a rainy day like this. Aw, prophetic, eh?
The phone hasn't rung too much throughout the day. Didn't stare at it that much either. Instead I turned to another form - the internet - ICQ - where you'll always find a few online junkies in the midst of their exam revision trying to distract themselves by lurking around to see who's like them trying to distract themselves by lurking around to also see who's like them who's trying to distract themselves from themselves. Wow, how postmodern! Spent a good while chatting with a few friends - namely Milton, Milton and Milton Saw. Who happens to be the only person I could find to entertain myself with. Thank God for friends and ICQ eh?
Had a call from my boss at Party Music and pretty much found out she had the same accident experience. She convinced me to go for a medical check up just in case I need medical prove to claim whatever damage there was. I didn't even know what 'whip lash' was? Did you? She had to explain to me what it was and I went ... OOOOHHHH, so that's what I'm experiencing right now! All that aching, chest breaking, neck pains and slowed limb movement stuff... as a result of a sudden jerk or forced halt of a high speed object resulting in the body flinging violently forward like a crash test dummy only to be saved by the good ol' seat belt. Yes, wear them, silly! My ribs may have been bruised but I sure am still alive.
So to the doctors and back. Had dinner in between. Was quick and painless. The late opening hours clinic was empty and my audience with the doctor was quick and seamless. She just checked my heartbeat, my neck and chest. Said I had bruises and should be fine. Hey, hang on, she didn't check my blood pressure! According to a highly respected cardiologist in Sydney, any GP who doesn't give you a blood pressure check during consultation is not doing his or her job!!!
Alright, I shouldn't go paranoid now. But paying $40, even though I might be able to claim part of it back, change the fact a little. I tell you, medical insurance for overseas students is a farce! You'll have to pay upfront for a fair bit of stuff before you claim a portion of it back. It's a mess, I tell ya!
It's late. Better sleep and rest this overworked body. There's a wide world out there for me to take!
chucKie
Friday, June 13, 2003
Car Crash
I remember my brother once said that if you've never met with an accident, you've never really driven.
Tonight, the unforseen took place. With me behind the wheel.
For that split moment, I stood between heaven and earth. That one millisecond of blackout. Like those you see in the movies. Gasps of air and panic stricken fear was all I felt. Praying at the same time, that the other driver was alive as well.
There's no blood. No loss of lives. Just the shock and utter disbelief that a freak crash like this would happen. She was entering the main road. I was going straight with the right of way. She took her chance and got in front of me - a few metres too close - to turn right. Bingo, you're it!
The little red riding hood that got me around got a face lift - smashed, that is. Bits and pieces of unrecognizable things sprawled all over the wet and dark road. I watched in amazement as the tow truck managed to pull up the hanging debris to drive it away into the cold, misty night.
Goodbye, Rebecca, you've been the best buddy I've had. We've been to so many places. Rest in peace from these treacherous roads, that never really welcomed you.
chucKie
I remember my brother once said that if you've never met with an accident, you've never really driven.
Tonight, the unforseen took place. With me behind the wheel.
For that split moment, I stood between heaven and earth. That one millisecond of blackout. Like those you see in the movies. Gasps of air and panic stricken fear was all I felt. Praying at the same time, that the other driver was alive as well.
There's no blood. No loss of lives. Just the shock and utter disbelief that a freak crash like this would happen. She was entering the main road. I was going straight with the right of way. She took her chance and got in front of me - a few metres too close - to turn right. Bingo, you're it!
The little red riding hood that got me around got a face lift - smashed, that is. Bits and pieces of unrecognizable things sprawled all over the wet and dark road. I watched in amazement as the tow truck managed to pull up the hanging debris to drive it away into the cold, misty night.
Goodbye, Rebecca, you've been the best buddy I've had. We've been to so many places. Rest in peace from these treacherous roads, that never really welcomed you.
chucKie
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Done and done
All done, gone. With the wind, just like that. In a matter of days, hours, minutes to the countdown.
I'm well pleased. That it's over now. But still in that moment of recovery from the shock of having to overcome the deadlines all falling into one place.
Having a splitting headache now. Panadol and Passionflower blend should do the trick. Oh, bit of tea tree essential oil would help.
Ah, what shall I do tomorrow?
chucKie
All done, gone. With the wind, just like that. In a matter of days, hours, minutes to the countdown.
I'm well pleased. That it's over now. But still in that moment of recovery from the shock of having to overcome the deadlines all falling into one place.
Having a splitting headache now. Panadol and Passionflower blend should do the trick. Oh, bit of tea tree essential oil would help.
Ah, what shall I do tomorrow?
chucKie
Monday, June 09, 2003
jimmy's tune
home alone on a monday evening. jimmy eat world playing in the living room ipod hooked up to the stereo. soft fabric wrapping itself snuggly around my chest, body and neck. the temperature is right with a radiant heater overworking since daylight. bubbles of orange dancing in the warm glow and the flickering tea light sending out a light twinge of spearmint and orange peel.
haven't been out of the house since friday evening. the house is amess, so is my room and the pile of fresh laundry sitting by the edges of the wardrobe. one more theatre script, half a video, poetry to compile and the 500 word critic in me will have to find its way out of this mirage soon. 12 hours left to the deadline.
sitting bolt up, neck aching, light typing on the keyboard. a sense of bliss engulfing. the world stands still, revolving around this one moment. no, i'm not on drugs. just high from a fresh shower at 9pm since waking at noonday.
warm lemon twist twinnings english tea. homemade curry pastry. care to join me, love?
chucKie
home alone on a monday evening. jimmy eat world playing in the living room ipod hooked up to the stereo. soft fabric wrapping itself snuggly around my chest, body and neck. the temperature is right with a radiant heater overworking since daylight. bubbles of orange dancing in the warm glow and the flickering tea light sending out a light twinge of spearmint and orange peel.
haven't been out of the house since friday evening. the house is amess, so is my room and the pile of fresh laundry sitting by the edges of the wardrobe. one more theatre script, half a video, poetry to compile and the 500 word critic in me will have to find its way out of this mirage soon. 12 hours left to the deadline.
sitting bolt up, neck aching, light typing on the keyboard. a sense of bliss engulfing. the world stands still, revolving around this one moment. no, i'm not on drugs. just high from a fresh shower at 9pm since waking at noonday.
warm lemon twist twinnings english tea. homemade curry pastry. care to join me, love?
chucKie
Sunday, June 08, 2003
Cliches
I believe it's time to stop screaming in anger, announcing to the world in a rap a tap crap sorta way about how bad your childhood was. Or, how the world is such a dreadful place to live in and you feel like an alien - outside the popular crowd, a freakshow display of emotional thursts and acrobatic stunts of sympathy.
I empathise with your past. I was there with you.
But, dude, your anger is becoming a big cliche. It ain't cool to be angry anymore. Angst, angst ridden, rage, verbal violence and all that is just entertainment of the late 90s. It's passe and daggy. Look at Adam Sandler in The Wedding Singer and so many other movies - there's been that theme of making anger look ridiculous. Don't it make you wanna slap yourself on the forehead in de javu?
Replace these intensities instead, with the beautiful possibilities of the future. What you can't control has already happened. What you can control is what's next - what is going to happen next, how you react, what you choose, the reasons you give, excuses you generate and how you decide for yourself - not once for all, but a constant consistent every moment of your long lovely life - what will be - NOT que sera sera what will be will be - not that sorta thing - but know this - This moment is the beginning of all things beautiful, all things properous, all things bliss. Look deep and decide what you want, examine the rules and transactional recomendations, and move ahead.
Don't listen to no guy in red caps and jumpers, or gothic artists with a demented repetoire, nor those sunglass donning paddle pop monsters. Isn't it embarrassing we made them rich?
Cos it ain't cool to be loud and angry anymore. Get on with your life. Reclaim the riches that was stolen. Decide how you wanna feel today!
chucKie
I believe it's time to stop screaming in anger, announcing to the world in a rap a tap crap sorta way about how bad your childhood was. Or, how the world is such a dreadful place to live in and you feel like an alien - outside the popular crowd, a freakshow display of emotional thursts and acrobatic stunts of sympathy.
I empathise with your past. I was there with you.
But, dude, your anger is becoming a big cliche. It ain't cool to be angry anymore. Angst, angst ridden, rage, verbal violence and all that is just entertainment of the late 90s. It's passe and daggy. Look at Adam Sandler in The Wedding Singer and so many other movies - there's been that theme of making anger look ridiculous. Don't it make you wanna slap yourself on the forehead in de javu?
Replace these intensities instead, with the beautiful possibilities of the future. What you can't control has already happened. What you can control is what's next - what is going to happen next, how you react, what you choose, the reasons you give, excuses you generate and how you decide for yourself - not once for all, but a constant consistent every moment of your long lovely life - what will be - NOT que sera sera what will be will be - not that sorta thing - but know this - This moment is the beginning of all things beautiful, all things properous, all things bliss. Look deep and decide what you want, examine the rules and transactional recomendations, and move ahead.
Don't listen to no guy in red caps and jumpers, or gothic artists with a demented repetoire, nor those sunglass donning paddle pop monsters. Isn't it embarrassing we made them rich?
Cos it ain't cool to be loud and angry anymore. Get on with your life. Reclaim the riches that was stolen. Decide how you wanna feel today!
chucKie
Friday, June 06, 2003
WindStorm
Actually, right now, it's pretty calm. Scarily calm. Like the kind of calm before something really big happens.
There it goes again. Like a giant whistle whizzing past north to south and southeast to northwest and back again. You feel like some unseen being is taking a whirlwind joy ride around the open spaces of this rustic suburb.
Since last night it's been howling, slamming doors, creaking wooden fences and sweeping up circles of dust on the road. sitting in my room, doing research on the internet in the quietness of this two bedroom house, I can hear very clearly which door is slamming open or shut, which fence is creaking on the verge of collapse and which direction the screeching wind is beating on the house.
It's a subtle form of fear it's creating. Like the last time such a windstorm occured, it blew off the ceiling of some houses in North Melbourne. An aquaintance by six degrees of seperation had the roof collapse in on her bedroom while she was sleeping. Good thing she wasn't hurt.
Except this time, it isn't really a storm. Just a lot of wind. Ridiculous amounts in all directions. Slamming into trees, bursting into the corners of every household and sweeping up a barage of dead leaves and sand dust. They measure the speed in kilometres. Imagine you are cycling really fast down the slope that you can heardly even breathe that you'll have to slow down. Imagine this is just the opposite. The wind is charging at you like bikers on speed.
I'm not getting outdoors today. As long as my roof is intact!
chucKie
Actually, right now, it's pretty calm. Scarily calm. Like the kind of calm before something really big happens.
There it goes again. Like a giant whistle whizzing past north to south and southeast to northwest and back again. You feel like some unseen being is taking a whirlwind joy ride around the open spaces of this rustic suburb.
Since last night it's been howling, slamming doors, creaking wooden fences and sweeping up circles of dust on the road. sitting in my room, doing research on the internet in the quietness of this two bedroom house, I can hear very clearly which door is slamming open or shut, which fence is creaking on the verge of collapse and which direction the screeching wind is beating on the house.
It's a subtle form of fear it's creating. Like the last time such a windstorm occured, it blew off the ceiling of some houses in North Melbourne. An aquaintance by six degrees of seperation had the roof collapse in on her bedroom while she was sleeping. Good thing she wasn't hurt.
Except this time, it isn't really a storm. Just a lot of wind. Ridiculous amounts in all directions. Slamming into trees, bursting into the corners of every household and sweeping up a barage of dead leaves and sand dust. They measure the speed in kilometres. Imagine you are cycling really fast down the slope that you can heardly even breathe that you'll have to slow down. Imagine this is just the opposite. The wind is charging at you like bikers on speed.
I'm not getting outdoors today. As long as my roof is intact!
chucKie
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Resolution No. 28
When I had the space
To move, I abused
The powers I possessed
When I had the time
To walk, I ran
Instead, into the popular crowd.
When I had the Lord
On my side, I chose
To ridicule the child of my youth.
When I had the chance
To love you, I strolled
Alone, into my own sunset.
When I have the time
To open up this box,
I will choose you instead.
When I have the space
Again, to move,
I will make sure, this time,
I get it right.
When I get the chance
To write this story, once more,
I promise I will try
Not to lose the plot this time.
chucKie
When I had the space
To move, I abused
The powers I possessed
When I had the time
To walk, I ran
Instead, into the popular crowd.
When I had the Lord
On my side, I chose
To ridicule the child of my youth.
When I had the chance
To love you, I strolled
Alone, into my own sunset.
When I have the time
To open up this box,
I will choose you instead.
When I have the space
Again, to move,
I will make sure, this time,
I get it right.
When I get the chance
To write this story, once more,
I promise I will try
Not to lose the plot this time.
chucKie
Monday, June 02, 2003
The final week...
Well, I should have started screaming. But this week is the absolute last of the semester and guess what? Rebecca the automobile broke down and is in the workshop as we speak. It does take a fair bit of effort and pain to commute 90 minutes to and fro, each. And winter makes you oh so lazy. So much to do, yet inertia has set in before any resolution can be typed out.
Gotta get to work. brrrrrrr... this winter's nasty...
chucKie
Well, I should have started screaming. But this week is the absolute last of the semester and guess what? Rebecca the automobile broke down and is in the workshop as we speak. It does take a fair bit of effort and pain to commute 90 minutes to and fro, each. And winter makes you oh so lazy. So much to do, yet inertia has set in before any resolution can be typed out.
Gotta get to work. brrrrrrr... this winter's nasty...
chucKie
