Sleepy...

It's late for me at the moment. Coming on to 9pm I've had a good day. Work went quickly and I soon found myself sitting at home in the living room enjoying a cup of tea.

I saw my old friend the other evening and half the stuff we spoke about I would never write about here. Most belongs to the pages of some mystery book. She's a rare person in the world. I kind of wish we would have more of a conversation rather than her rolling off a reel in her head. It takes a lot to listen to her. I like to limit my contact to once a few weeks. It's not my time when I'm visiting her.

Anyway, it was nice to see her again. Until next time.

It's nearly Aprill already, Aprill fools day, I'll wonder if I'll prank anyone... Probably just my sister-in-law.

I thought I would have achieved much more by now this year. I had all these ideas about what I wanted to do, but as ever, I find myself very much of the moment. Very much in things as they are now.
I'm looking forward to the future, although I wonder if it holds quite the same things as I imagined it would back in 2006. One whole quarter of the way through the year. This of course being the year I migrate from my 20's to my 30's. A part of me is very much looking forward to thirty. I look forward to saying, I'm thirty years old, if someone should ask.

It's a benchmark, a right of passage. Although that's really all a load of rubbish.
I wont be much more different than I am now. Alhough that time is short, I'm very diferent than I was 20 years ago. Quite quite different.

I say that a lot, but it really doesn't seem to mean so much.

I very much want my life to be different from what it is now. It will happen.
Anyway, I'm knackered.

I think I'll post my horoscope for the month ahead before I pop off. I'm curious for the future holds in Aprill.

"Your April Forecast: You can't turn back the clock. Or so they say. But once they told us we would never be able to fly or walk on the moon or use a small battery powered device in our pocket to speak to someone 8,000 miles away. So perhaps one day we really will invent a machine that takes us back in time. Meanwhile, we will have to make do with the next best thing. The ability to rewrite history through our imagination. You used to see things one way. Now you are starting to see them in a very different light. Your new perspective is not just wiser, it is potentially more profitable. Embrace and embellish it this month and you'll prosper as you move on."

Move on, yes. But slowly but surely I think I'll add at the end there.

Ciao. I'm going to bed.

I can't leave till I'm wearing me scoobies.

Just so you know, you wont be able to use ya regular Tom, Dick and Harry to understand this.

I get up in the liz about 5:15am. I like to 'ave me eiffel right after, it gets me goin'. I 'ave enough harry for that.
I look out the old burnt with me mince pies and it ain't 'alf dark.

I go down the apples and get me meat in me scoobies, then I can set off.

The old ball and chalk only takes about 18 minutes. I don't use a bloater or a joe not enough sausage in me mash. If ya understand me dicky birds.

There was no Mork and Mindy or pleasure this morn, so it was quite a nice ball and chalk.

When I'm in, I need to do the finances. I don't ave to use my jazz bands to count the sausage though. I've got a machine for that. The jobs a Glen Hoddle.
One thing though, there's never enough taxi drivers going round if you ask me. Not enough to splash about.

The usual cuddle I work with didn't do the stuff with me the other day. The cadbury swirl I did it with is just a bit chicken oriental if you want to know. Can't stand 'er, she gets on me wick. She had a horse and cart in the room the other day, I couldn't escape. It was a bit rank for this ol' lemon squeezer. She's also got a big gang and don't know when to shut it.

She can't count the bin lids either. Her maths is terrible. It all goes a little Pete Tong when she does it with me. Those apple scores are counted way off the mark.

Anyway, me cuddle was Tom and Dick this morning, she 'ad to 'ave a posh duke in the head. She weren't at all bow bells, a little pony. But what d'ya do?

My Pitch is still a bit blind bat. But at least I've saved up a bag of sand, which is all Robin Hood.

Anyway 'bout time for the old Michael Winner. I bet none of the wooden gte me meaning though.

Easy day.

Compared to last week this time. Phew is all I have to say. Thank heavens for Russians too. She knows that job flippin well, which makes the whole process much easier.

Anyway, a few things I'm in the process of doing. Getting money into an isa account. To make lots of tax free savings. Yay! Because I've been very very lax about saving up money in my life and it's time to turn that around.

I also want to buy a games console soon... I need to feel the good old plastic controller in my grasp and shoot the heck out of bad guys. I really do miss it. One of the managers at work just bought a ps3, he was raving about the graphics in virtua tennis. "Even the peoples teeth were acurately represented from real life" he said.
Although I'll buy an xbox first and aim for the ps3 a year after. By then, there will be a good few games out for it. They will have also made better use of it's capabilities. It will be pretty darn cool.

I need to play Halo3 and Fable2. Gta4 will be out on both consoles. I'll buy it sooner or later. The last game took me three months to complete. Which is well worth it. I can't wait for the next one to come out. It'll be amazing.

Anyway, computer gaming asside.

Teaching English, I'm really going to have to pull my finger out for this one. Utilising my laptop as a teaching aide will make things easier for me. As it's the perfect place for storing and developing teaching materials. God bless computers.
Because of them we have benefited in so many ways and will continue to do so.

But I have a "student", my friend this will help get my brain back on the tracks.

Right back to resting my back some more. It's on the mend I'm pleased to say, I felt so much better today. I should be right as rain soon enough. Touch wood.

Ciao.

I wanted to find something old.

I was just reading 4th Avenue blues. I've been reading this blog for about 4 years now. It's nice to have an old worn in read so to speak.

I wanted to find a post I'd written in my old blog, but bloggers search thing doesn't work for me at the moment. It gives me a page with a reference code to help them sort it out. But I really can't be bothered to trach the darn thing down and report it.

Anyway, I was reading his blog and I saw this comment "My descriptions of my life and interactions with people are so plain and matter of fact." and I thought, I'd better intervene.

As I said there ''People are there own worst critics. Unless their ego maniacs. I would say, be the breeze Andrew, without thought or consideration of yourself.

People will appreciate it because of the uniqueness of you. What we consider to be right wrong, bad good, is only a consideration. Not fact. It cannot reflect the mulititude and versitility of appreciation and understanding that all life has.

There is no way, at all, ever, to write a thing that will be perfect. It simply attracts those that hum with the same vibration.

Or whatever.

People will get what they want from things, because of who they are.

Don't worry yourself with thoguhts of good or bad. Just write, just be you. You've been endowed with everything you've ever needed.

Same with all people and all animals.''

Every little thing that exists in this universe has it's own space and a time to exist. Every little thing. In this entire universe. Which is pretty big.

Not one thing is like another, I cannot do many things in this world. I cannot think or consider things in the way that you can. Because of this, I will never see the advantages in some sitautions. In fact I'll give myself problems simply because of my own clouded view points. We all do. That's life.

But equally, on the other hand. Because of who I am, because of who you are, we all have a special quality to add to the world. We have a unique perspective because of our lives. Especially for the bad points, or what we conside to be bad points.

Because consideration is only considered. It is a coloured view point of things. If we freed ourselves from our ability to look at who we are and comment apon it, we really could benefit.

An animal will never question it's motives. Well, I'm sure most don't. It simply does a thing. That it's good or bad, is irrelevant to it. But that's when the benefit from things the most.

The real trouble is fear and doubt, if we could let go of that sometimes, and simply express. Benefit would fall ten fold.

A flower is just a flower. It just happens to grow where it does. It didn't choose the spot, it may not be the best spot.

A hundred people pass, a hundred people comment on it. Are two comments the same, maybe, but probably not. Some would say "what a beautiful yellow flower". Others would look and be disgusted by it. "What an ugly shade of yellow" they'd say.

Are either right or worng to say so? No. Of course not, it's only a flower. This is only a post. This is just me. I am being me, I might not be the best me I can be, but that's a consideration. If I asked a thousand people about me, I'd get a thousand answers, some good, some bad.

What does it mean? Nothing.

Things come and things go. What we get from things is what we get from things.

We simply need to let go of worry, doubt, fear. Then we can all truly benefit as life is meant to be lived.

Simply.

Well, that's my thoughts anyway? Probably a load of nonsense. But that's just my consideration isn't it? Is it even a good one. Heck if I know, in fact I should probably know when to stop.

My backs getting better.

I'd sat on the couch a little too long the other day. I'd also sat in such a way that was not beneficial for my spine. Hence a week long bad back, thankfully on the mend.

I'm also enjoying my day off. Which means I'll be seeing my friend in a while and I'll be giving her an English lesson. Well, not really a lesson, but a few English language pointers. As her level of English is far beyond what I have taught before. I also hope this gives me the impetus to start doing this a proper now.

She has some language books of her own and I asked her to have a look through them and find the things she has trouble understanding and would like to practice. I need to buy my own teaching books and get some langauge materials together. I'll need to get going because there are many things to cover in English. The more I can get together the better.

On other news, further from all that. I'm very close to buying a games console. Which will I get. Most likely, right now, the 360, I want very much to play fable2 and Halo3. I will probably buy the ps3 later on. It'll still be world class and by then they'll have figured out how to really squeeze all the juice out of it.

Anyway, I'm going to take a bath, or shower. A nice long one. I don't get to do that most days now. Then I might watch a movie and head on to my friends to see her and her bimbi and give her her inglese lesson. Oh yeah, she'll be giving me some Italian lessons too.

Fabby.

Ciao a tutti.

I really cannot wait much longer!

I'm begining to feel like Eric Cartman waiting for the nintendo wii to come out.



I grew up watching this cartoon as a kid. How I did love the original series. Me and my brothers had the toys. I possesed the original Optimus Prime and Grimlock.

I also lament the fact that soundwave isn't in it. I know they'll make a second movie, I just hope they decide to include him in the next one. At least they'd better make another movie, with soundwave, or I'll be most upset.

The big kid in me will shed a tear.

But it really isn't that long to wait now. Not long at all. It's nearly Aprill 7th, only 13 days left. My lucky number. Can't wait, can't wait!!!