Month: January 2005

Working things out

Having one of those up and down weekends is good for the soul. Keeps the blood pumping too. Makes you feel alive. And all that. A two-day anger festival (family matters) came to a head earlier, and I am glad that order has been restored, and all parties involved have been put in their places, and I am always right. So, anyhoo, me and the boys and some girls went and played touch footy again. This time, it wasn’t sunny. In fact, it rained buckets. But still we had loadsa fun, and a good workout to boot. Just ask LMD. If she’s able to blog about it in the next few days. I seldom dole out advice, but there are exceptions. Like when I’m feeling self-conscious enough (because a fair number of people read this blog now… so scared…). Today I want to tell all of youse not to let matters fester until it needs to be released in a manner that threatens the whatsit and whatnot of your family’s all that. And if ever …

Too much coffee and sugary drinks so cannot blog properly

I’ve just had one of those rare days where I completely lost my temper. How did I lose my temper? I got angry in the morning, then simmered all afternoon while consuming four shots of espresso and one funky purple/pink drink, deliberated over how I would display my anger, and then went and displayed my anger. I think there’s a market for my kind of anger management. But you can’t stay angry for too long (like say, more than a day) when you come home, go online, and find things like this: Via YJ: Luke, eaaaaat meeeeeee! And you know when a blogger has gone off the boil when he, like me, starts taking pittures of his coffee cups: He Starbucks, I Spinelli! Surf stop: Pulled in many directions iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Black is the Color of My True Love’s Hair – Nina Simone – Verve Jazz Masters 17, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music. Tweet

Snippets from high-flying lives

I spent this evening at the poolside (the pool of which has ‘underwater music’) of the swanky serviced apartment complex called ‘Orchard Parksuites’ because a high-flyer uni-mate was back in town for work and for to meet up with some of her treetop-skimming uni-mates. It is a reflex assumption that money is no matter to these high-flying, high-living uni-mates. But of course, that is not true. They have money issues too, just that the decimal point is usually further to the right of the figures we throw about. But still, I have not felt so comparatively poor in a while. Then they spoke about mothers-in-law, and how horrible they were. Then they spoke of how marriages between some of our uni-mates had ended before they actually began. Then they spoke about children, and babies, and how it was read somewhere that you can lactate even if you’re not a mother or an expectant mother. And I’m sitting here wondering if they still wonder why I’m always the one contributing totally incongruent conversation topics. Gotta add …