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Saturday, September 17, 2005
Case 1 - Loneliness
Describe an incident that describes/portrays a sense of loneliness in London.
Aren't we all? You can take a number of instances that could possibly happen in your week, if not your day and think that you are forlorn. How to pinpoint those instances aren't really justified, however you know when it happens you have that realisation of where you are, who you are with and then what the hell am I doing here. I think the first case in point would have to be I am in London. No matter how many friends you have here as an Australian, and no matter how many times you go out over the weekend, as a single white male heading towards his big three zero, it becomes evident when you get home after these short often bizarre interludes of weekends that you are alone still. You may wish to think that the solution to my problem is to get a girlfriend, a companion, a partner or a soul-mate, but there is a simple flaw to your design. Because one if you are coming up with this simple enlightment to my troubles is;
1) you yourself are happy within your own little relationship
2) you have never visited London to realise the ways of the single adult community
3) you are not me.
So that relationship theory aside, let me explain the nit and grit of loneliness to you. It's written about, talked about, and most importantly whinged about. But in the words of Radiohead "What the hell am I doing here?" then maybe I can first imagine why I might feel lonely. Having drinks with friends and never knowing too much about them I find the loneliest, but "One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do" so I'll stick to the reasoning that you are lonely no matter wherever you are and it is only you, number one, that can make that unique difference, fulfilment and happiness to life.
But back to the point of the subject, describe an incident that portrays a sense of loneliness in London.
I woke up this morning and she still wasn't there.
ed- Still yet to see Gina's, maybe she will get motivated now that I sent it on to her. This case is written in my view to explain possibilities of why people act and feel alone, it is also a basic contradiction in terms that I am hoping to see if Gina picks up on with a little tongue in cheek, I would not say I feel lonely however there are times when you feel the weight of the Earth upon your shoulders and the dark recess of a corner in a room is found to have some comfort. Until next lesson - if that goes ahead....
Aren't we all? You can take a number of instances that could possibly happen in your week, if not your day and think that you are forlorn. How to pinpoint those instances aren't really justified, however you know when it happens you have that realisation of where you are, who you are with and then what the hell am I doing here. I think the first case in point would have to be I am in London. No matter how many friends you have here as an Australian, and no matter how many times you go out over the weekend, as a single white male heading towards his big three zero, it becomes evident when you get home after these short often bizarre interludes of weekends that you are alone still. You may wish to think that the solution to my problem is to get a girlfriend, a companion, a partner or a soul-mate, but there is a simple flaw to your design. Because one if you are coming up with this simple enlightment to my troubles is;
1) you yourself are happy within your own little relationship
2) you have never visited London to realise the ways of the single adult community
3) you are not me.
So that relationship theory aside, let me explain the nit and grit of loneliness to you. It's written about, talked about, and most importantly whinged about. But in the words of Radiohead "What the hell am I doing here?" then maybe I can first imagine why I might feel lonely. Having drinks with friends and never knowing too much about them I find the loneliest, but "One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do" so I'll stick to the reasoning that you are lonely no matter wherever you are and it is only you, number one, that can make that unique difference, fulfilment and happiness to life.
But back to the point of the subject, describe an incident that portrays a sense of loneliness in London.
I woke up this morning and she still wasn't there.
ed- Still yet to see Gina's, maybe she will get motivated now that I sent it on to her. This case is written in my view to explain possibilities of why people act and feel alone, it is also a basic contradiction in terms that I am hoping to see if Gina picks up on with a little tongue in cheek, I would not say I feel lonely however there are times when you feel the weight of the Earth upon your shoulders and the dark recess of a corner in a room is found to have some comfort. Until next lesson - if that goes ahead....
LS at 9/17/2005 01:21:00 AM
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Friday, September 16, 2005
By Hoff or Scoff
It's a casual fact of life that will get junk email constantly coming in from your friends and family in regards to women, men, dogs, cats, holidays, romance, jokes, religion, I want your money can you put it in my bank account, pictures, family, drinking, sex, racism, sexism, plagerism, comics, last night, last week , last month, 20 years ago, invites, transition stages of your life, personal crisis, employment crisis, unemployment crisis, good times and bad, weddings, funerals, operations, war, death, decay, birth..... I could go on and on and on.
Lately I've been flooded with the Hoff... the damn bastard has invaded my dream last night, every day I come into work I see a brand new picture with the Hoff's head branded on some fool or well the Hoff in his prime during the 80's (scary shit!). So I've got a lock down on all Hoff pictures from now on.. he is starting to freak me out, not as much as clowns do, but he is getting close!
Lately I've been flooded with the Hoff... the damn bastard has invaded my dream last night, every day I come into work I see a brand new picture with the Hoff's head branded on some fool or well the Hoff in his prime during the 80's (scary shit!). So I've got a lock down on all Hoff pictures from now on.. he is starting to freak me out, not as much as clowns do, but he is getting close!
- Off to Munich next weekend with Ben and Horse, meeting up with Zeek who is living there and I forgot to ask so I spent another 100 quid on accomodation. Di and her friends will be there that weekend as well so it could turn into a bizarre weekend as Di is a strange, overly-excited female who talks about sex way too much for most people's likings, mine no... I laugh too much when she starts up about it.
- Jo arrives back from South Africa on Sunday... Yay!
- Lad's are talking about Russia for New Years this year, but I dunno yet... they speak Russian there and drink lots of Vodka and the women are a little freaky with their moustaches.
"I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider."
LS at 9/16/2005 10:09:00 PM
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Women!
WHITEWOMEN:
First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.
Second date: You get to grope all over and make
out a bit.
Third date: You get to have sex but only in the
missionary position.
IRISH WOMEN:
First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex
Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have
sex.
20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and
have sex.
ITALIAN WOMEN:
First Date: You take her to a play and an
expensive restaurant.
Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom
makes spaghetti & meatballs.
Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you
& insists on a 3-carat
ring.
5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together
& hate the thought of
having sex.
6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.
JEWISH WOMEN:
First Date: You get terrific head.
Second Date: You get even more great head.
Third Date: You tell her you'll marry her and
never get head again.
CHINESE WOMEN:
First date: You get to buy her an expensive
dinner but nothing happens.
Second date: You buy her an even more expensive
dinner. Nothing happens
again.
Third date: You don't even get to the third date
and you've already realized
nothing is ever going to happen.
INDIAN WOMEN:
First date: Meet her parents.
Second date: Set the date of the wedding.
Third date: Wedding night.
BLACK WOMEN:
First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive
dinner.
Second Date: You get to buy her and her
girlfriends a real expensive dinner.
Third Date: You get to pay her rent.
Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone other than
you.
MEXICAN WOMEN:
First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get
drunk on Tequila, and have
sex in the back of her car.
Second Date: She's pregnant.
Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her
mother, father, his
girlfriend, her two sisters, her brother, all of
their kids, her grandma,
her father's girlfriend's mother, her two
cousins, her
sister's Boyfriend and his three kids move in and
you live on rice and beans
for the rest of your life.
ARAB WOMEN:
First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters,
Cousins, Aunts,
Uncles, Friends and entire arab community finds
out.
Second Date: You are shot dead.
First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.
Second date: You get to grope all over and make
out a bit.
Third date: You get to have sex but only in the
missionary position.
IRISH WOMEN:
First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex
Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have
sex.
20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and
have sex.
ITALIAN WOMEN:
First Date: You take her to a play and an
expensive restaurant.
Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom
makes spaghetti & meatballs.
Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you
& insists on a 3-carat
ring.
5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together
& hate the thought of
having sex.
6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.
JEWISH WOMEN:
First Date: You get terrific head.
Second Date: You get even more great head.
Third Date: You tell her you'll marry her and
never get head again.
CHINESE WOMEN:
First date: You get to buy her an expensive
dinner but nothing happens.
Second date: You buy her an even more expensive
dinner. Nothing happens
again.
Third date: You don't even get to the third date
and you've already realized
nothing is ever going to happen.
INDIAN WOMEN:
First date: Meet her parents.
Second date: Set the date of the wedding.
Third date: Wedding night.
BLACK WOMEN:
First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive
dinner.
Second Date: You get to buy her and her
girlfriends a real expensive dinner.
Third Date: You get to pay her rent.
Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone other than
you.
MEXICAN WOMEN:
First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get
drunk on Tequila, and have
sex in the back of her car.
Second Date: She's pregnant.
Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her
mother, father, his
girlfriend, her two sisters, her brother, all of
their kids, her grandma,
her father's girlfriend's mother, her two
cousins, her
sister's Boyfriend and his three kids move in and
you live on rice and beans
for the rest of your life.
ARAB WOMEN:
First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters,
Cousins, Aunts,
Uncles, Friends and entire arab community finds
out.
Second Date: You are shot dead.
LS at 9/13/2005 10:37:00 PM
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Monday, September 05, 2005
Hi
Long Long weekend - involving me heading off to the Lab Bar on Friday night for Belinda's birthday drinks and befriending the bartenders making cocktails. Damn they make mean mean cocktails and then leaving and being kinda insulted by one of her friends referring to me as 'the other guy' in front of my face.
Saturday fancy dress party, went to a bar beforehand with 6 of the boys, we were all dressed in Top Gun naval uniform - pictures to come. Then headed to house party where we partied until dawn. Sunday involved recovery and watching American Pie at Sam's and having a good catch up with everyone including ringing the Pa on his Father's Day.
The naval uniform was a great idea and payed off well. So I've dedicated this song to Saturday night...
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/dingdingdong.html
Saturday fancy dress party, went to a bar beforehand with 6 of the boys, we were all dressed in Top Gun naval uniform - pictures to come. Then headed to house party where we partied until dawn. Sunday involved recovery and watching American Pie at Sam's and having a good catch up with everyone including ringing the Pa on his Father's Day.
The naval uniform was a great idea and payed off well. So I've dedicated this song to Saturday night...
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/dingdingdong.html
LS at 9/05/2005 11:15:00 PM
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