This month has been an interesting month for me.
A few last hurrahs. Some really good times,
Some not so flash. Begun drinking again, had a few close shaves.
This month is a new style that will then grow into next month’s bun.
Eyebrow clipped and Hawaiian shirts. Beautiful.

I read Richard Branson’s book. “business stripped bare”.
Some of it was great, other bits drudgerous and dredgerous!
I believe RB to be an amazing man. I wish to email him, asking his views on nuclear power’s viability in the human world.

Here is a poem I rather liked from the end of that book.

IF –

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies.
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating.
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk to wise.

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and buil ’em up with worn-out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve you long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

WHI

“Hey what are you up to” – obviously this.
“Hey how are you” – good
“Hey what’s news” – nothing, just this, this and this.
“Good to see you” – thanks

That Shit Chat.

Yesterday I was starving. Just could ‘t manage to get full.
Now today, 2 hours before a dinner I feel full and sick. Great, thanks body.
Played pool with the guys, lost doubles with Tim.
Valandis goes to Greece this week. I’ll be sure to wish him and their economy all the best.

Saw Eloise after yoga, her makeup was smudged a bit, which made me think “why even wear makeup if you’re not going to do a good job”. She left a letter in my mailbox.
I tried not to make a big deal… Of anything.

It was sunny, i was in a good mood chatting shash at the cafe up the road.
Yoga was crazy, I was cramped in my legs and sweating stupid amounts.
Gross weekend to blame.

I saw Liz, but I didn’t have anything worth saying. I felt flat.
I thought to write a text, Rhys and the guys said that would be strange.
“Snob her and then write a message”
-i don’t snob people. I explained

Snobbing people isn’t real. Anyway
Communication is a two way channel that requires mutual effort.
I’m not a child, I understand this better than most.
Communication is something everyone can both excel and fail at over a very short space of time.
People misunderstand and misinterpret often. It’s the human condition, to sometimes say/do what is not meant. To want to covey something, alas it doesn’t translate a lot of the time.
If you’re tired, scattered, “elsewhere”, apologies there and then or later. say nothing.
Don’t let yourself down in seeking and giving into the nature of instant gratification through acknowledgement. -oh yeah we have a word for that- its called snobbing.
Sigh. No its not. You aren’t listening to me.
Another communication breakdown.

Your immediate reaction is what society expects of you.
Your second; closer reflects who you truly are.

Herbal sausages- teabags.
Sausages – meat
Meatbags- people.

Are people inherently good or evil?
Are you deeply optomistic or pessimistic?

Communication, means expectation.
Message, requirement.
“ASK” to ask, is to want of someone.
Communication is someone dancing through your mind.
To open the umbrella of their thoughts in your face,
Create a stage before your eyes.
Control, explore, divulge, share and distract.

Your mind isn’t always present.
You’re ordering your coffee but you’re also
Already at work 10 minutes from now. You are highly organised and making sense of todays situations. The “now” and the “later”. Enjoy your coffee,
I will see you again soon; creature of habit. Easier on the brain?

Save your venom.
Sell yourself short?
Save the emotion,

I will listen
You shall talk
The differing intelligence.

Maybe they guess,
That you’re thinking
On a higher

Level, plane, realm.
Street smart, socially,
Book smarts, emotionally.

All kinds, focussed.

Book “cool”
Language is a medly, a throw together, a patchwork,
The fine and the faulty.
The wonderful and the worn.
The verbose and the vacant stare.
Mute

In a perfect world nobody would need to speak to eachother.

Big weekend.
Pulled it all together, both nights. Had a good boogie.
Saw the gang. Felt the good times.

Had some great thoughts, but lost them.
Drank a little bit too much booze. Water today. Water water water.

At this moment in time.

It is important day and night to be mindful.
Of yourself and others.

Aspire to be a better person.
Look to others, seek out qualities you wish to emulate in yourself.
Seek to build yourself.
People see you for who you are.

How you hold yourself has been your choice.
The people that surround you are a result of your choices.

Perspire. Sweat.
Adventure and drink water.
Know that your body will need rest.
Change is constant.
Control is an illusion.

Direction is a choice.
Swim with the stream,
Against it,
or across it.
Life. Time line.
Direction, and change.

Observe your surroundings.
Be quirky. Be present.
Challenge people to be themselves is you’re unafraid of disclosing a glimmer of your own.

I wonder what Richard Branson thinks of Nuclear Power.
Do the benefits outweigh the negatives?
Calming words? Wisdom? Reality check?

Blog’s been a bit funky lately.
Yoga has been good, holidays are coming to a close this weekend.
Organising myself to make a simple transition back into routine, very excited.
Early to bed, study study study.
3 destinctions and a credit for my start up marks, this is good news for our hero.

Thinking about what I want to do for Trav’s birthday- as a gift. Money isn’t tight but i’d like to save where I can.

Thinking about writing the TCT book.
I want to get photos of my hands and face done soon.

These are just a few thoughts.
Senses continue to drive me.
Taste and relaxation.

The Tour has begun!
In my idle state I want to write the first edition of TCT.
North, South, Sandy Bay, Battery Point, The West and honourable mentions.

My list is slow and my unease highlights my duality.
I am uncomfortable.
I tell hard truths, and rail against what I feel should be normal.

Scorn, shame, and torment my friends.
Pity, smirk and laugh my deranged laugh.
In the face of it all. Culture and life.

I need photos,
To declare pay,
Do yogo,
Organise uni,
Sort out a regime i’m happy with.
A positive, healthy cycle.

More good times.
More?
Am I safe, what can I do.
The future is in my hands. Nooks holding books, need be sat in by idle boys with their idle minds.
Time flashed past him and he could only gawk.
I need more time, sport you’re a brain flip.
Bringing people together, should people be isolated?
Happy in their own world and company, I feel that is important.
I need time to think.
I still need time.
I need more time to think.
Hurry up and slow down.
Focus my world,
Vegetate.
YOGA.
Money will come,
Steak today was delicious!

Bailed on by the boys.
Zero girls, old women party.
Got some dice,
Got my strange on.
Mobius with no blazer.
Mixxed all the drinks.
Thinking about TCT again.

Tonight’s difference was sushi train.
I ate a bit too much sushi, but it was good stuff.
Jog tomorrow.
Good sleep tonight.
Happy Buddha.

*rub your colon.
Abstract day. Strange happenings.
Owe Edward $20.
Bought everyone a coffee.
Played some good cards.

Break even day, spent money; worked it back.
Had a great coffee, friends are around.
Got a strange message.
“U dnt have t come”. Blackmail

Thought alot, headspace changing.
Dark times
Winter mood.