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| I was walking to the lab, and got to thinking...
Assuming you live a life of passion (for without passion is no life at all), as a general rule of thumb,
Always say 'yes' to a friend.
Say what if the basis of a friend is based on a mutual activity, say watching Prison Break or something more common, like eating. Or something daring, like training for a bike license every weekend. Then say what if your friend's a guy, and he needs to go shopping for a new jacket? He calls you, says "Let's go buy a jacket" and you say "Yes, I'm free Saturday." You hang out, he hangs out and gets a jacket. Everyone's happy. -OR- you say "I can't, (I got something better to do) I gotta feed the fish." ... the poor sod! He's got no one to go shopping with. :(
Sometimes you double-book without meaning to, and that's okay. It happens, especially in a life with many interests.
But because you think "I'll have to say yes, but I can't" at least then you are compelled to make an effort or contingency to meet up again some other way. 'Cos with friends, it's not the event or activity you do, but who you spend it with. The friend is the priority.
Having said that, if you're reading this and you know or knew me quasi-intimately, I'll get back to you... I promise. :) <laugh out loud.>
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On other news: I've told myself, I know I'm gonna get my car scratched. I'm gonna get hit. But not hard or denting. I just got my car, somehow I know it's gonna get scratched. Today, a mere three days from getting my car, this grey Volkswagen at my red light drives up from my left as I'm halting, cuts in front of me, scrapes my front-left quarter-panel with her mangy right rear-end!!! Traded paint! Detached, I commented to meself, "oy!"
A minute or two later (long red light), a man opens his car door immediately behind me, knaps my window, and goes, "Did you just get scratched? (Yea). Did you get their license plate. (Yea.) I can be your witness." ...
I can't help but laugh at the irony, the prediction, and that friendly Samaritan man.
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| i feel bad. that my xanga just reveals my carefree facade. i won't be overly pretentious about the things that matter, ooze how i love this and love that. so typical. tho it's sweet to read, hardly a public issue. i worry about my baby heaps, and i miss her. my lovetank is half-full.
at least it serves its function, to record, relive, and keep accountable... and tell lame jokes. (what do you get when you cross an owl and a bungee cord? ... my ass.)
ave, thanks for looking out for your swore-sis. you better keep lookin' out fo her, never forget her or ever let her go! otherwise, imma hafta whoop yo ass so hard, yo ovaries be hurtin. ^^ hi jussi.
oh, and ave, didn't mean to delete your msg. i think it was well deserved. just a bit too graphic (balls, graphic. ovaries? not really. :/)
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ps. jenny, i think i did write why i write numbers on each entry now. scan back... ~~~ 
Auld lang syne. | | |
| listening to jason mraz, brilliant and one of the best live musicians ive had the pleasure to cross and see live. sleep all day. honey, remember this? remember him? remember we slept all day for so many days?
okay. back for a hit-n-run. so many things to say, so out of the habit of writing... i wish i could just think, and <plop> what i want to record forever on xanga just appears. 80 words per minute is not fast enough. for now, i'll just say, life is fulfilling and exhausting -- two days of tennis and a tennis club membership to come, bought protein to reinforce my new workout routine, beachout tomorrow postponed to friday evening. anyone in melbourne up for a good night out with a bunch of boys and girls at a beach, call me at my organisation number: <bl.e.ep> and ask for the Captain... or Monkey. limited time offer. [offer expired] oh, and i met mitsy, who is now known-as blitzy, and am forever changed. i'll never be the same again. <3 two days ago, 200. rock on. yesterday, rest. today, 100 during tennis. exhausted as f---. | | |
| This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
Ands tick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
-- regina spektor
I started with "solar flares" and started surfing to find an image. this lead me to this site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kendrickbrinson/177817074/
and i'm so inspired, i've even signed up flickr just because of this picture. Yesterday, 50. Today, 75. | | |
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