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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
An email to Sam
Be happy when the week is over like most people - fucked up payroll last week and it's a bit of a chain reaction with a few things - so name is mud. Nothing huge just human error, but you know you hate when you make big mistakes and people are saying don't worry about it. I've got a good team. Currently looking after the Ealing government employment for advertisment of vacancies via the internet for the borough, and running out contracts and legal binding doc's to people and fixing payscales and the such. All totally new to me and will get boring I'd say in months to come - but hey it's money in the bank at the moment.
Funny how you stand back and look at your job and think - damn what I do does effect a lot of people, and I realise how important my role can be during the week and how much reliance is put on me - not stressful, just haven't had it in a long while - been going through the last 2 years blind and more worried about how much I will get paid at the end of the week. I still do this, but I just realise that what I'm doing at the moment has a concentrated role for Human Resources and it's good to be called up, asked questions or given something and get it fixed.
I never really ask the guys on what they actually do at work to much, is that wrong? I know what they do and all, and I sat down with your brother the other week and he gave me a headsup on what he does which I found really interesting (reminds me - he has the photos now hehehe).
Lately I feel I have lost my mojo for some reason - it feels I haven't been lucky with the women on what I used to be, and trying to figure out what may have changed say now and 6 months ago when I couldn't keep up with the women, maybe I looked healthier back then, as I looked at myself in the mirror - which I do, I'd say on quite a regular session. It's more of looking at your face, non-vain approach, and see the bag's under your eyes and the wrinkles forming and the white skin. Need to start running again.
What are we missing in life Sam? What is it that keeps up smiling? I'm not depressed or anything, just a thought about it all, we just go about our damn lives and strive for something and may never eventually get there, and in the end you are left dejected at the thought of it all. - I can't wait to be financially stable again, and I'm looking forward to Denmark in July.
Work is good, had a shit month which I'd like the forget again and I start playing touch rugby in May with some Kiwi's I haven't even met yet... might set some goals next month as well to do for myself.
1) have sex
2) enjoy having sex
3) rinse and repeat
--->just kidding :)
How about yourself mate? All good on the front-line? Enjoyed our jiving on Saturday. By the way, what is it with Karlie's crew, it felt like I was just a number to turn up there for her and I really don't think I will finding myself turning up to too many of her shin-digs in the future, was good to meet Brad's girlfriends though.
l8r g8r
Funny how you stand back and look at your job and think - damn what I do does effect a lot of people, and I realise how important my role can be during the week and how much reliance is put on me - not stressful, just haven't had it in a long while - been going through the last 2 years blind and more worried about how much I will get paid at the end of the week. I still do this, but I just realise that what I'm doing at the moment has a concentrated role for Human Resources and it's good to be called up, asked questions or given something and get it fixed.
I never really ask the guys on what they actually do at work to much, is that wrong? I know what they do and all, and I sat down with your brother the other week and he gave me a headsup on what he does which I found really interesting (reminds me - he has the photos now hehehe).
Lately I feel I have lost my mojo for some reason - it feels I haven't been lucky with the women on what I used to be, and trying to figure out what may have changed say now and 6 months ago when I couldn't keep up with the women, maybe I looked healthier back then, as I looked at myself in the mirror - which I do, I'd say on quite a regular session. It's more of looking at your face, non-vain approach, and see the bag's under your eyes and the wrinkles forming and the white skin. Need to start running again.
What are we missing in life Sam? What is it that keeps up smiling? I'm not depressed or anything, just a thought about it all, we just go about our damn lives and strive for something and may never eventually get there, and in the end you are left dejected at the thought of it all. - I can't wait to be financially stable again, and I'm looking forward to Denmark in July.
Work is good, had a shit month which I'd like the forget again and I start playing touch rugby in May with some Kiwi's I haven't even met yet... might set some goals next month as well to do for myself.
1) have sex
2) enjoy having sex
3) rinse and repeat
--->just kidding :)
How about yourself mate? All good on the front-line? Enjoyed our jiving on Saturday. By the way, what is it with Karlie's crew, it felt like I was just a number to turn up there for her and I really don't think I will finding myself turning up to too many of her shin-digs in the future, was good to meet Brad's girlfriends though.
l8r g8r
LS at 4/27/2005 08:31:00 PM
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Friday, April 22, 2005
Weekend ahead
Caught up with Ben H. on Monday, haven't seen him in 8 years. Discussed mostly about his life, which seems to be on the run from something or another. But I felt empowered when we went our separate ways. His life seemed so obscured with the fact and irrational decisions he has made and continues to make, making my own life somewhat Trivial Pursuit Beginners level. I tried telling him about a small fortune that he has amassed through ruthless gambling, that maybe it was telling him it was time to quit his losses and start afresh and not to look on the life lead to look on the life in prospect ahead... His answer was not what was needed to hear and I thought it wasn't going to be me who would change his mind, but something bigger and larger which will kick him in the ass and make him re-think a life lead the wrong way. He flew out to Turkey the next day to catch up with Craig who was going to Anzac day in Gallipoli.
Simone and I have departed our separate ways finally, nothing too much to explain here, knew it was over as soon as the phone calls stopped coming frequently and her time was always busy. Made the decision to ring her the other day and finally call it off, echoes my constant decision not to form a relationship with someone as unstable as I and as young as 21.
Retail therapy is such a good excuse to make ones life happier for a small fraction. The pastel pink is crawled its way back into male society and I am yet to make the decision on buying a shirt, wearing it and looking it at in my cupboard like some other choices people make. So I decided on the white sneakers instead and I'm looking like a golfer without his clubs. But hey fashion is only a crime if you wear it at the wrong time.
Heading off to Karlie's birthday tonight at Sugar Reef, but going to make a short appearance and head home for the weekend of nothing, and collect thoughts, do a few things and basically sit back and hear the click-shhhh of the can’s of beer I will be opening from time to time. Might catch up with Andy on Sunday if the sun is bright and stare at the women walking buy at the nearest pub in Ealing.
Deedee has got back from Eastern Europe so I will be keen to hear the tales of adventure. He has put forward a decision to do the Trans-Siberian next July and I've always been quite keen on this idea so I'll be saving up some cash for it - however I do believe that Adam wants to go to Germany for the football next year or was that 2007?
Finally got to see Sam's pad last Saturday as I dragged some of the guys back to his house with a slab of beer and got drunk listening to a CD he made for the trip up to Edinburgh, but couldn't use because of there was no CD player in the car. Sat around his house on Sunday watching Hero and going through photo's I developed, which had been sitting around for the last 6 months, some funny pictures in there - including Venice.
Decided it was time to move as well, so I decided to move into a bigger room into the house and loving it too. Negotiated my way for a 20 quid extra a month for it and probably saved 40. Lindsey is moving out next week and it's going to be sad to see her go, she is heading down to Clapham.
Weekend ahead
Let our time continue.
Little do we know,
Charging the brewery,
Rally the banner for one more.
Simone and I have departed our separate ways finally, nothing too much to explain here, knew it was over as soon as the phone calls stopped coming frequently and her time was always busy. Made the decision to ring her the other day and finally call it off, echoes my constant decision not to form a relationship with someone as unstable as I and as young as 21.
Retail therapy is such a good excuse to make ones life happier for a small fraction. The pastel pink is crawled its way back into male society and I am yet to make the decision on buying a shirt, wearing it and looking it at in my cupboard like some other choices people make. So I decided on the white sneakers instead and I'm looking like a golfer without his clubs. But hey fashion is only a crime if you wear it at the wrong time.
Heading off to Karlie's birthday tonight at Sugar Reef, but going to make a short appearance and head home for the weekend of nothing, and collect thoughts, do a few things and basically sit back and hear the click-shhhh of the can’s of beer I will be opening from time to time. Might catch up with Andy on Sunday if the sun is bright and stare at the women walking buy at the nearest pub in Ealing.
Deedee has got back from Eastern Europe so I will be keen to hear the tales of adventure. He has put forward a decision to do the Trans-Siberian next July and I've always been quite keen on this idea so I'll be saving up some cash for it - however I do believe that Adam wants to go to Germany for the football next year or was that 2007?
Finally got to see Sam's pad last Saturday as I dragged some of the guys back to his house with a slab of beer and got drunk listening to a CD he made for the trip up to Edinburgh, but couldn't use because of there was no CD player in the car. Sat around his house on Sunday watching Hero and going through photo's I developed, which had been sitting around for the last 6 months, some funny pictures in there - including Venice.
Decided it was time to move as well, so I decided to move into a bigger room into the house and loving it too. Negotiated my way for a 20 quid extra a month for it and probably saved 40. Lindsey is moving out next week and it's going to be sad to see her go, she is heading down to Clapham.
Weekend ahead
Let our time continue.
From the distant shores.
Reflected upon lost innocence,
With our pursuits of youth.
Little do we know,
That we are older.
Seldom content nor fortunate,
Yet wishing to be wiser.
Charging the brewery,
Seeking to imbibe another,
And to laugh our merry song.
Nursing heads in the morrow.
Rally the banner for one more.
Us soldiers of leisure,
Searchers of the glory,
Remembering the fallen.
LS at 4/22/2005 08:54:00 PM
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Friday, April 15, 2005
Favourite parables
These are two of my favourite parables I have quoted time and time again to people, usually when conversation has died or people are troubled with something. I have found them that people get a different answer from them and I tell them not to give me their answer if they do not want to. Usually the answer does not come to them as quickly has it had when I first read them 5-6 years ago. They are Zen parables, and before you think, I have gone all Bruce Lee monk style on you all, I am afraid that is not the case. I enjoy reading them and enjoy becoming 'enlightened' by the answer it gives me.
Muddy Road
Tanzan and Ekio were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
"Come on, girl," said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself.
"We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"
"I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"
A parable
A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge.
The tiger sniffed at him from above.
Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him.
Only the vine substained him. Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away at the vine.
The man saw a luscious strawberry near him.
Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted.
Muddy Road
Tanzan and Ekio were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
"Come on, girl," said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself.
"We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"
"I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"
A parable
A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge.
The tiger sniffed at him from above.
Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him.
Only the vine substained him. Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away at the vine.
The man saw a luscious strawberry near him.
Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted.
LS at 4/15/2005 09:17:00 PM
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Update I spoz
This was last week which I wrote at work. Now Alan has left, Simone is off the boil and I'm left wondering how genuine I am these days after an argument with Lucy last night which made me angry with myself and relieved we finally blew our steam. I feel somewhat immature about it all, doing the 'I know I am but what are you?' routine.... Left Heathrow Wetherspoon's patrons' with something to go home and talk about anyhow. Spoke to Dad last night and got the fatherly wisdom which I think I needed, which I suppose in way can be usually right. Then spoke with Lindsey and sorted out more and then sorted out us. Got a lot of stuff off my chest last night and hope to continue stepping in the right direction from now on. Anyhow as I said below is last week, I guess I took door number 2 Bob!
So I'm here thinking it's spring in London and it's still bloody cold outside and the trees although with some leaves on them, are quite dead. It is evolutionary possible that all season's across the world need to be forwarded a month to keep up with the strange times. Lindsey has just arrived back from South Africa looking a little brown and leaving me a little envious of the sunshine she received.
My good mate Alan is heading back to Sydney next week and there is a house party in his honour. I shall miss the scoundrel, known him for longer then 10 years and it's been great to have a long time friend here in London, lets just hope Liv can fill his shoes, I think she gets back this Saturday too from her Contiki, so I'm sure it will be a great night.
Thing is I'm taking the lovely Simone with me this Saturday, ohhh you not heard of Simone yet??? Maybe it's been the reason I haven't been updating as frequently, or maybe I'm just lazy and couldn't be bothered to let you tell you about my drivel, which you all find a great amusement source.
Prince Harry? C'mon you can do better.
Simone is South African, whom I met at Faithless in December last year and we have kept in contact since. It isn't serious, but it could be see.... Which brings me to the dilemma of...
1) Oh my god.. no more sex stories to amuse you people over with!
2) Do I really make this decision
3) Yippee about bloody time.
The soft folds of life also has its creases.
So I'm here thinking it's spring in London and it's still bloody cold outside and the trees although with some leaves on them, are quite dead. It is evolutionary possible that all season's across the world need to be forwarded a month to keep up with the strange times. Lindsey has just arrived back from South Africa looking a little brown and leaving me a little envious of the sunshine she received.
My good mate Alan is heading back to Sydney next week and there is a house party in his honour. I shall miss the scoundrel, known him for longer then 10 years and it's been great to have a long time friend here in London, lets just hope Liv can fill his shoes, I think she gets back this Saturday too from her Contiki, so I'm sure it will be a great night.
Thing is I'm taking the lovely Simone with me this Saturday, ohhh you not heard of Simone yet??? Maybe it's been the reason I haven't been updating as frequently, or maybe I'm just lazy and couldn't be bothered to let you tell you about my drivel, which you all find a great amusement source.
Prince Harry? C'mon you can do better.
Simone is South African, whom I met at Faithless in December last year and we have kept in contact since. It isn't serious, but it could be see.... Which brings me to the dilemma of...
1) Oh my god.. no more sex stories to amuse you people over with!
2) Do I really make this decision
3) Yippee about bloody time.
The soft folds of life also has its creases.
LS at 4/06/2005 09:47:00 PM
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