My working patterns will be a little bit different this weekend.
I will be working from 3pm to 11pm on Saturday. On Sunday I will be working from 7am to 11pm. God knows how I'll get to South London on time for that.
It'll be a night bus I imagine, unless the trains are running at stupid o'clock.
But I do not care about that. I will get to relax a bit tomorrow morning early afternoon-ish. I still gotta travel an hour. An hour that will soon be non existent. Thanks to my move closer to home.
Right at the moment though, I really feel left out. Like I'm missing out on stuff. I find it very difficult to shake that ~urgh~ feeling. I suppose though, some of that will change for me soon. Not a lot of it, but some of it.
I hope so. I feel like I've been waiting around for a frickin long time for some bus out in the pouring rain. With the only thing to see are all the other people going past having a great old time.
But that's probably just the grass being greener on the other side of the fence.
I should be pleased. I've started off this year EXACTLY how I wanted to. It's laying the foundation for a stronger future. That I'm pleased for.
I suppose I just miss the past I'd lived. It was fantastic. I was very lucky to have such a great experience teaching abroad in China. So lucky.
but once you taste that good life, the very good life, money, time, women, friends, fun, excitement and exploration. It's really hard to go back. Really hard.
I want that again. I want adventure, excitement, women, more adventure, money. I want it all back.
I will, but not right now. I've got to deal with this, I can't change it. It's with me for a while.
Time for a horoscope I think... from Jonathan Cainer.
Welcome to Planet Earth. Home of six billion crazy people all of whom are desperately pretending to be sane. Home of politicians who think they know what's wrong with the world and how to change it when, actually, they have not got the first clue. Home of people who preach forgiveness and practise hate. Home of alleged experts who know next to nothing. Home of hypocrites. Yet home, too, of true saints and real, wonderful souls. Relax, this weekend, and embrace what you cannot change.
Nail on the head.
Night, I'm going to watch some south park and forget my life. I want to cast my mind far far away from the boringness of it at this moment in time.
Ciao.
Friday, 16 February 2007
Aghh!
My mate in Cork, the lucky lucky lucky wotsit, has found a proper North Chinese restaurant for Chinese people that cooks the food I ate in China. Guo ba rou, malaga douf, tou do ni, dan qiao fan.
ARGH...
I can't believe it. My morning was going so well. I live in London. There has to be a restaurant that cooks the same food.
There has to be...
~sigh~
Ahh well, Gotta get on with life again. My word what I wouldn't give for some of that old lovely food.
Anyway, we had a a power cut last night. I was happy browsing the old dubleya doubleya doubleya and "Boomf" Suddenly we were all out in the dark. I know the area we were in lost power and that the people across the other side of the train tracks hadn't lost any. Lucky them...
So I sat around in candle light reading my new scientist until I was sleepy and went to bed. As you can tell we got power back, thank heavens.
It reminded me of when I lived in China, there would always be power cuts, so you'd just grab yourself a torch and head on over to someone elses place. It would be the time we'd all get together and have a nice old drink/chat/do stuff thingy.
I miss those days. I miss living in a community. I miss just popping over the way and seeing friends. I miss getting together with the guys and exploring town.
Golly gosh darn it. That's stirred up a wasps nest of memories.
But at least they're good ones. Happy days they were.
Now I'm unsettled and wanting. Flippity.
I need a horoscope to cheer me up. From Jonathan Cainer, the worlds best astrologer.
"If you can keep your head when all around are losing theirs..." You have probably got a very tough neck! There's a lot to worry about at the moment. The potential for disaster is high. Or so it seems. Actually, the precipices are always this close. It's just that usually we look the other way. Just because others are now making a lot of fuss or becoming exceedingly agitated, you do not need to follow them. Assume that everything is going to be absolutely fine... and it will be.
Right, I can manage that. Let this little ripple of old memory fade away and allow myself to feel comfortably assured.
10 days from now, I'll be at work, 10 days from now, I'll be finishing in 3 hours. phew...
10 days from now, I'll be a little bit richer with more time off. Mmm precious time.
Then I can start living my dreams again. I can't wait.
ARGH...
I can't believe it. My morning was going so well. I live in London. There has to be a restaurant that cooks the same food.
There has to be...
~sigh~
Ahh well, Gotta get on with life again. My word what I wouldn't give for some of that old lovely food.
Anyway, we had a a power cut last night. I was happy browsing the old dubleya doubleya doubleya and "Boomf" Suddenly we were all out in the dark. I know the area we were in lost power and that the people across the other side of the train tracks hadn't lost any. Lucky them...
So I sat around in candle light reading my new scientist until I was sleepy and went to bed. As you can tell we got power back, thank heavens.
It reminded me of when I lived in China, there would always be power cuts, so you'd just grab yourself a torch and head on over to someone elses place. It would be the time we'd all get together and have a nice old drink/chat/do stuff thingy.
I miss those days. I miss living in a community. I miss just popping over the way and seeing friends. I miss getting together with the guys and exploring town.
Golly gosh darn it. That's stirred up a wasps nest of memories.
But at least they're good ones. Happy days they were.
Now I'm unsettled and wanting. Flippity.
I need a horoscope to cheer me up. From Jonathan Cainer, the worlds best astrologer.
"If you can keep your head when all around are losing theirs..." You have probably got a very tough neck! There's a lot to worry about at the moment. The potential for disaster is high. Or so it seems. Actually, the precipices are always this close. It's just that usually we look the other way. Just because others are now making a lot of fuss or becoming exceedingly agitated, you do not need to follow them. Assume that everything is going to be absolutely fine... and it will be.
Right, I can manage that. Let this little ripple of old memory fade away and allow myself to feel comfortably assured.
10 days from now, I'll be at work, 10 days from now, I'll be finishing in 3 hours. phew...
10 days from now, I'll be a little bit richer with more time off. Mmm precious time.
Then I can start living my dreams again. I can't wait.
Thursday, 15 February 2007
My shirts on inside out.
I was sat on the train, miles away in my own thoughts, as you do. I'm being typically English, not staring at anyone, just watching out the window to who knows where.
A rather posh sounding man in some typically stereotypical country garb, leans over and puts his face not inches from mine.
"Who tailored your jacket?" He spoke.
I sat there, registered that I'd been spoken to, pulled my gaze back to my current surroundings and looked back at him. He was half smiling.
"I bought it in Italy." I got round to replying.
"Oh", he replied quite surprised. "Did you buy it in Milan?"
I sat back in my chair and pulled my gaze away to the left, I had to think about it. "No, I bought it just outside of Busto Arsizio, I can't recall the name."
He looked it over and I began to feel quite the sore thumb.
"It's very well cut" He noted, "Round the collar."
"I got it on sale for ten Euros" I added.
Which was around the point the conversation trailed off. We reached the next stop and as he got off I gave him a little nod of recognition goodbye.
That would have to be the umpteenth time I've been complimented on my jacket now. Shame summer is coming, I wont be able to wear it much longer.
Yeah, as the title says, I was in so much of a hurry to leave work before they did the cash snatch, I put my shirt on inside out.
Which is as it is right now. Untill I go to bed I think too.
Ciao a tutti.
A rather posh sounding man in some typically stereotypical country garb, leans over and puts his face not inches from mine.
"Who tailored your jacket?" He spoke.
I sat there, registered that I'd been spoken to, pulled my gaze back to my current surroundings and looked back at him. He was half smiling.
"I bought it in Italy." I got round to replying.
"Oh", he replied quite surprised. "Did you buy it in Milan?"
I sat back in my chair and pulled my gaze away to the left, I had to think about it. "No, I bought it just outside of Busto Arsizio, I can't recall the name."
He looked it over and I began to feel quite the sore thumb.
"It's very well cut" He noted, "Round the collar."
"I got it on sale for ten Euros" I added.
Which was around the point the conversation trailed off. We reached the next stop and as he got off I gave him a little nod of recognition goodbye.
That would have to be the umpteenth time I've been complimented on my jacket now. Shame summer is coming, I wont be able to wear it much longer.
Yeah, as the title says, I was in so much of a hurry to leave work before they did the cash snatch, I put my shirt on inside out.
Which is as it is right now. Untill I go to bed I think too.
Ciao a tutti.
Thursday, back to blerk.
Alpha Centauri is a star, several light years away from here. On one of the planets currently orbiting this distant celestial body, is a small plank of wood. On this plank, there is a tiny speck of dust. Really, it ought to be tidied up. Do you really think that ignorance is bliss? Don't you have a duty to do something about it? If you feel you don't, perhaps you could use the same logic to absent yourself from certain other apparent obligations. You are taking on more responsibility than you need to.
Thank you Jonathan Cainer. One of the finest astrologers their are.
It's also retrograde mercury time, one of three periods a year in which it appears to move backwards through the sky. Although that's just because the Earth is overtaking it round the sun. On some such like that. I don't quite understand the clockwork mechanics of it all.
It's supposed to be the time that communications tend not to go to erm, not too good-ish.
It's also the time of year that I hate the most, I've had some bad retrograde motions in the past. But they were the past. This is very much the present. The past is gone and I really don't have that much interest in my own immediate past to be honest.
what's gone is gone and that's where it should stay. Good.
So I look to the future, whilst a retrogarde motion is happening, that I used to fear to heck. I rarely had good ones.
although I read that they are also times to sit back and reflect, not just trundle along without thought.
So, while I don't have to take on that much responsibility, I'm going to have five. Just to consider my life as it is now. To look at the plan I've set in mind and maybe allow it a little bit more fluidity.
To not rush the day, well, not too much, I don't want to sit at work forever.
Anyway, before I go, I just phoned the doctors, to check about my ear syringing appointment. Guess what? Go on, you'll never guess in a million years.
Their door buzzer was broken.
Now I could have handled that situation differently yesterday. I could have phoned them up. I probably should have in retrospect, although I'm not the smartest of guys on planet Earth.
Oh flippity. I nearly did it again.
I have made another appointment. I also forgot that I change work places and more importantly work TIMES. Which, I did not take into account whilst I was just talking to the lady.
She said "Tuesday 27th at 9:30am." I said "fine".
It then occured to me that I will start work at 6am.
URGH!!!
However, I then also remembered that my day off, thank the divine, that my day off, is Tuesday.
Phew!!!
Someone up there is looking out for me I tell you.
There are times that I really am a dozy idiot.
Anyway, I've got 45 minutes and I need to shower and get ready for blerk.
I can not wait to start earlier and finish earlier. I can not wait! 8 working days to go. Or rather, 8 days and four hours. I'm doing a little sunday work as well. We're having a stock count.
Anyway, enough rambles.
Thank you Jonathan Cainer. One of the finest astrologers their are.
It's also retrograde mercury time, one of three periods a year in which it appears to move backwards through the sky. Although that's just because the Earth is overtaking it round the sun. On some such like that. I don't quite understand the clockwork mechanics of it all.
It's supposed to be the time that communications tend not to go to erm, not too good-ish.
It's also the time of year that I hate the most, I've had some bad retrograde motions in the past. But they were the past. This is very much the present. The past is gone and I really don't have that much interest in my own immediate past to be honest.
what's gone is gone and that's where it should stay. Good.
So I look to the future, whilst a retrogarde motion is happening, that I used to fear to heck. I rarely had good ones.
although I read that they are also times to sit back and reflect, not just trundle along without thought.
So, while I don't have to take on that much responsibility, I'm going to have five. Just to consider my life as it is now. To look at the plan I've set in mind and maybe allow it a little bit more fluidity.
To not rush the day, well, not too much, I don't want to sit at work forever.
Anyway, before I go, I just phoned the doctors, to check about my ear syringing appointment. Guess what? Go on, you'll never guess in a million years.
Their door buzzer was broken.
Now I could have handled that situation differently yesterday. I could have phoned them up. I probably should have in retrospect, although I'm not the smartest of guys on planet Earth.
Oh flippity. I nearly did it again.
I have made another appointment. I also forgot that I change work places and more importantly work TIMES. Which, I did not take into account whilst I was just talking to the lady.
She said "Tuesday 27th at 9:30am." I said "fine".
It then occured to me that I will start work at 6am.
URGH!!!
However, I then also remembered that my day off, thank the divine, that my day off, is Tuesday.
Phew!!!
Someone up there is looking out for me I tell you.
There are times that I really am a dozy idiot.
Anyway, I've got 45 minutes and I need to shower and get ready for blerk.
I can not wait to start earlier and finish earlier. I can not wait! 8 working days to go. Or rather, 8 days and four hours. I'm doing a little sunday work as well. We're having a stock count.
Anyway, enough rambles.
Wednesday, 14 February 2007
Great news.
At least for fans of Indiana Jones and who isn't?
Their making a new movie! Production starts June 2007!
Wohoo!!!
And on an entirely unrelated note, I've found a free registry cleaner. I needed one to keep this machine ticking over.
I've scanned the machine and it's fixed lots of stuff and gotten rid of all those old worthless file extensions and stuff.
It's good to have a spring clean, this has also been a heavy internet use day.
Their making a new movie! Production starts June 2007!
Wohoo!!!
And on an entirely unrelated note, I've found a free registry cleaner. I needed one to keep this machine ticking over.
I've scanned the machine and it's fixed lots of stuff and gotten rid of all those old worthless file extensions and stuff.
It's good to have a spring clean, this has also been a heavy internet use day.
Something nice.
I wasn't the only little red robin in the house today.
I'd finished doing stuff on my computer and decided to go downstairs and fix myself some breakfast. I walked toward the kitchen door which had been shut, as I opened it I saw a flit of brown feathers in front of me. My mind registered that it appeared to be within the same room as me. Then I noted a bird just outside the back door. Which I concluded was the bird I just saw flit away.
I stood in the doorway to the kitchen and just watched it outside, then out the corner of my eye I saw movement, as I turned my head I noted a little red robin stood on the inside of my kitchen window!
!
He eye'd me with one eye, cautiously wondering if I posed some kind of threat I imagine. I didn't want to startle him too much, so without much ado, I walked to the back door and opened it. The wee chap had flown and sat on top of the microwave and as he saw me back out of the room he flew and landed on the chair, by the table just in front of me. I'd closed the door and the wee fellow eye'd me once more through the gap and then flew outside.
It was a pleasent encounter for me I have to say. Although, the Robin probably felt a bit intimidated. I would have taken a picture but that would have meant coming upstairs and leaving the poor guy stuck in the kitchen. Which didn't seem that ethical to me.
Bless him.
I hope he comes back to the garden again...
I'd finished doing stuff on my computer and decided to go downstairs and fix myself some breakfast. I walked toward the kitchen door which had been shut, as I opened it I saw a flit of brown feathers in front of me. My mind registered that it appeared to be within the same room as me. Then I noted a bird just outside the back door. Which I concluded was the bird I just saw flit away.
I stood in the doorway to the kitchen and just watched it outside, then out the corner of my eye I saw movement, as I turned my head I noted a little red robin stood on the inside of my kitchen window!
!
He eye'd me with one eye, cautiously wondering if I posed some kind of threat I imagine. I didn't want to startle him too much, so without much ado, I walked to the back door and opened it. The wee chap had flown and sat on top of the microwave and as he saw me back out of the room he flew and landed on the chair, by the table just in front of me. I'd closed the door and the wee fellow eye'd me once more through the gap and then flew outside.
It was a pleasent encounter for me I have to say. Although, the Robin probably felt a bit intimidated. I would have taken a picture but that would have meant coming upstairs and leaving the poor guy stuck in the kitchen. Which didn't seem that ethical to me.
Bless him.
I hope he comes back to the garden again...
Would you Adam and Eve it.
I looked at the calender on my mobile phone, the one I use for all the things I have to remember. I'd schedueled in my appointment with the nurse not two minutes after I'd booked it with the receptionist.
I am certain that the time I have is the time she gave.
I got my things together, put on my coat, grabbed my door keys and headed out into the bleak dull wet day. It took me about 15 minutes to walk to the doctors. I went up the steps and pressed the buzzer.
Nothing, not a sound.
Hmm...
I pressed it again and then looked at the front door. I saw a notice.
Monday : Open 9am to 1pm closed open at 3pm till 7pm
Tuesday : Open 9am to 1pm closed open at 3pm till 7pm
Wednesday: CLOSED open at 5pm till 7pm
WHAT?!?!
Hang on a minute...
WHAT!?!?!
I laughed to myself on the step and the old man walking by looked at me to take in this strange bloke laughing to himself.
WHAT!?!?!
Closed? But I was told to come at this time, so I am here. Unless I'm sadly mistaken and I genuinely made a mistake. What!?!?!?
Closed, how? Why? Why am I being cursed with one ringing ear? Is there a reason? Is there a purpose to it that I am unaware. Is it meant to be? Has God garned me for some special thing that only a man with one ringing ear can possibly do anything about?
Why?
Why?
I just want the ringing to stop. Please. Please...
I am certain that the time I have is the time she gave.
I got my things together, put on my coat, grabbed my door keys and headed out into the bleak dull wet day. It took me about 15 minutes to walk to the doctors. I went up the steps and pressed the buzzer.
Nothing, not a sound.
Hmm...
I pressed it again and then looked at the front door. I saw a notice.
Monday : Open 9am to 1pm closed open at 3pm till 7pm
Tuesday : Open 9am to 1pm closed open at 3pm till 7pm
Wednesday: CLOSED open at 5pm till 7pm
WHAT?!?!
Hang on a minute...
WHAT!?!?!
I laughed to myself on the step and the old man walking by looked at me to take in this strange bloke laughing to himself.
WHAT!?!?!
Closed? But I was told to come at this time, so I am here. Unless I'm sadly mistaken and I genuinely made a mistake. What!?!?!?
Closed, how? Why? Why am I being cursed with one ringing ear? Is there a reason? Is there a purpose to it that I am unaware. Is it meant to be? Has God garned me for some special thing that only a man with one ringing ear can possibly do anything about?
Why?
Why?
I just want the ringing to stop. Please. Please...
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