Monday, September 8, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Circle of Life - the symphany of joy and sorrow
What is love if not happiness?
What is happiness if not loss?
What is loss if not despair?
What is despair if not love?
Life is full of circular relationships and perhaps this isn't one that everyone believes holds. But nevertheless bittersweet melodies play in everyone's lives at some point and perhaps drives our hedonistic lust to embrace our existence.
What is happiness if not loss?
What is loss if not despair?
What is despair if not love?
Life is full of circular relationships and perhaps this isn't one that everyone believes holds. But nevertheless bittersweet melodies play in everyone's lives at some point and perhaps drives our hedonistic lust to embrace our existence.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Me
There's an inner me: quietly contemplative, sensitive and a melancholic. Perhaps like a poet, afraid to be happy because happiness is meaningless when it is so inevitably fleeting.
There's an outer me: brash yet awkward, outgoing yet shy. Sometimes fun and always given to excesses. A rough shell that yearns for a life of its own.
If I stood at the cliff overlooking the world how many of Me would give in to temptation? How many would stand fast? If I travelled to the ends of the earth what would I find there? Rocks and the sea? Myself and emptiness?
Between these two caught is Me. A dreamer and a nihilist, an optimist and a pretender. Form without form, thoughts without beliefs... at least some of the time.
There's an outer me: brash yet awkward, outgoing yet shy. Sometimes fun and always given to excesses. A rough shell that yearns for a life of its own.
If I stood at the cliff overlooking the world how many of Me would give in to temptation? How many would stand fast? If I travelled to the ends of the earth what would I find there? Rocks and the sea? Myself and emptiness?
Between these two caught is Me. A dreamer and a nihilist, an optimist and a pretender. Form without form, thoughts without beliefs... at least some of the time.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Life is like a hand of cards - sometimes you get dealt a killer hand and you win, sometimes you get dealt a shit hand and you lose, sometimes you get dealt something and you don't get to win or lose.
Lost a lot of money in Monaco today. There was a message there I'm sure. I lost a lost of marignal hands and when I actually hit on the hand, the dealer was hiding in his little hole (played Caribbean stud). To top it off I lost my wallet at a toll booth on the way home... The only wise thing now is to release stress and the Roman toga party and 1euro booze is doing just the trick
Life is like a deck of cards - the Joker turns up more times than you think.
P.S.
Fellow men, Communists, women
Be good to your Momma
Lost a lot of money in Monaco today. There was a message there I'm sure. I lost a lost of marignal hands and when I actually hit on the hand, the dealer was hiding in his little hole (played Caribbean stud). To top it off I lost my wallet at a toll booth on the way home... The only wise thing now is to release stress and the Roman toga party and 1euro booze is doing just the trick
Life is like a deck of cards - the Joker turns up more times than you think.
P.S.
Fellow men, Communists, women
Be good to your Momma
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Left Venice two days ago rather regretfully I must say. Such a fantastic city and a tourist's paradise. Drove through Italy today and tonight ended up in Nice. Very nice scenery and packed with people. Hopefully will have time to see Monto Carlo (and punt??) before heading back to Southern Italy.
Even the Grannies drive fast here in Europe. At 150km I'm still getting overtaken by balding men and Grannies in Volkswagons.
Even the Grannies drive fast here in Europe. At 150km I'm still getting overtaken by balding men and Grannies in Volkswagons.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
David & other Italian sights
In Florence today. Spent 2.5hrs of my life on the a 30°C sidewalk queing to see the famous Micheanglo's statue David. Some guy tried to cut the line towards the end and XYZ inspired incited the whole line into riot level aggression at this tragic little French man in his little red shirt (felt sorry for his kid though) with which ended his ambitions. The indignation, the injustice! I think the truth was everyone was just bored and pissed off we'd lost so much of our life sitting on pidgeon shit and getting slow baked in the sun.
Yesterday we saw the 'field of miracles' (aka. the Leaning Tower of Pisa and everything surrounding it) and paid €15 and waited 2hrs to climb it for 20mins... It leaned, and there were good views but that was about it. There was much more fun to be had seeing what photos one could take with the tower (coming to the photo section soon - The Monster of Pisa)
I was impressed by the Vatican city, the Pantheon and Rome in general. But so far it seems Italy is filled with high entrance fees and wait times for otherwise mediocre (but 'must do') sights. Another thing the pizza here is DEFINATELY NOT AS GOOD as Lygon St pizza or even Dominos for that matter.
P.S.
A word of advice. If you want to see David buy a postcard or if that isn't enough, see the plaster of paris version instead.
Yesterday we saw the 'field of miracles' (aka. the Leaning Tower of Pisa and everything surrounding it) and paid €15 and waited 2hrs to climb it for 20mins... It leaned, and there were good views but that was about it. There was much more fun to be had seeing what photos one could take with the tower (coming to the photo section soon - The Monster of Pisa)
I was impressed by the Vatican city, the Pantheon and Rome in general. But so far it seems Italy is filled with high entrance fees and wait times for otherwise mediocre (but 'must do') sights. Another thing the pizza here is DEFINATELY NOT AS GOOD as Lygon St pizza or even Dominos for that matter.
P.S.
A word of advice. If you want to see David buy a postcard or if that isn't enough, see the plaster of paris version instead.
The Pickpocket
A few days ago in Rome some gypsie looking guys tried to pick pocket me. I think one guy tried as I was getting onto the bus (I only felt a nudge) but failed. A little later I noticed later the same guy stand close to me on the bus with a couple of his buddies closing off most of the view and try again. This time I actually saw a hand touch the move downwards under a jumper he was carrying almost as if he was trying to scratch his leg. I was wearing a baggy pair of shorts and saw his hand actually move a little into the pocket but the wallet was too far down and I was staring hard at him. Unfortunately at that moment we got to a stop and they quickly got off as I started abusing them.
Goes to show:
1) Being short and wearing baggy pants isn't so bad
2) Being bald is not only cool on the head and saves on haircuts it also helps scare off the gypsies
3) Italians don't only go down in soccer, they do it on buses and on the streets too
Goes to show:
1) Being short and wearing baggy pants isn't so bad
2) Being bald is not only cool on the head and saves on haircuts it also helps scare off the gypsies
3) Italians don't only go down in soccer, they do it on buses and on the streets too
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