Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it ok
Theres always one reason
To feel not good enough
And its hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
*In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
Theres vultures and thieves at your back
And the storms keep on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
Its easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
*In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
I’ve spent the last two weekends in this place; don’t think I can stand it to spend another weekend here. I might as well go kill myself. As my intuition has signalled to me before the start of this trip that this damn job was somehow going to go pear-shaped. And it has.
I just can’t wait to get home and back to my routine life again. But more to the point, I want (perhaps “need” is a better word?) to get stuck into the last block of my training for my race in March. It is of great importance to me that I do that. Time is running out as I’m stuck here and typing this – it gets on my nerves and I’m mighty frustrated about the whole damn situation.
So, what can I do? Bugger-all.
Its a good thing I’ve lugged my running shoes, bike and indoor trainer along so I’ve been able to make the best of this trip. Yet, nothing beats being back home and being able to have a predictable schedule to work with. The unpredictability of the job schedules for this trip only contributes further to my frustrations.
Kill me…..pleaseeeee….kill me nowwwwwwwwww……ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh !!!!!
It was raining this morning and I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock thrice when it came time for me to go swimming. Pondered the decision in bed briefly and was so close to curling back up in bed. I was still unsure of my decision as I stepped outside and closed the door behind me; I just stood outside the house for afew seconds to assess the situation.
I thought to myself as I stood and stared at the skies, “What the hell am I doing out here? I should be in bed where its nice and warm!” Anyway, with lots of willpower I made it reluctantly to the pool and I must say was surprised at the turnout. It was a good turnout considering how nice it must be to stay in bed. So, I was not the only one.
Gloomy skies again today, with showers on and off throughout the day. Will I go for a run after work?
Someone I truly and deeply care about has been blogging about his emotions. I stumbled upon it purely by chance. Now I’m not sure if I should comment on those posts simply because I’m afraid he might stop blogging altogether. He has no idea how much I really, really care for him. I’m just too far to be there for him even though I’d like to. Sometimes I just wish I could be the one for him to confide in.
The distance between us is not helping. What should I do?
So we’re back from our very short getaway and I’m absolutely gutted. While we were away, we got a phone call from our neighbour on the second day that some assholes actually broke into my vehicle and stole my GPS. Gutless, low-life of a scum! What really frustrates me is the fact that these people will never get caught or be brought to justice. And knowing this, sucks big time.
Nonetheless, it was a well-deserved holiday but too short to say the least. Now, its back to the drawing board for the next goal.
So then my macbook is officially dead. Afew days ago, I doused it (accidentally, of course) with my recovery drink. Yet instead of recovering from the incident, it has decided it does not like my drink. Afterwards, the macbook would not charge and smoke, accompanied with a foul stench, was seen coming ffrom the charging socket.
Guess I needed the recovery drink more than my macbook does.
I took it to the repair shop this morning and within hours, they got back to me with the diagnosis. It was just beyond repair – the pcb has melted inside. I suppose uneconomical to repair is a better description. I was told the price to repair it would cost almost $2k, which is the equivalent of a new one. I’ve decided to forgo the repairs and just buy a new one.
This is all happening at an inopportune time when I’m in need of a (big) dose of moolah. Sigh. I think the next lappy I buy will just be a boring pc, instead of another macbook. Not that I do not like the features of my now ex-macbook, but the cost of buying one is just too hard to justify as compared to the ever-decreasing prices of a pc. Ok, its not as flashy I know but I guess I can live with that rather than to fork out extra moolah just for the flash factor.
My macbook and I have been together for just over three years. During our times together, I must admit that I’m often guilty of feeding it and at times even offered it a drink. Throughout those times, I think I have offered it three or four drinks of different flavours and nature and it would fall sick almost immediately afterwards. Taking it out for a suntan usually works a treat and it would regain its health with some TLC. This time, it must have decided its had enough to kick up a fuss and leave me for good.
Sorry macbook, I hope you’ll get to go to a better place. I want you to know that I really appreciate you being around and all that you’ve done for me in our three years together. You will be sorely missed *sob sob sob*
Its been another damn cold day throughout. Pitch dark and eight degrees when i left for my swim session this morning at 0440hrs. I almost didn’t want to get out of my cosy bed. I was glad that I wasn’t the only one to think that it was cold as all the others echoed my sentiments.
At first I didn’t want to get into the pool, then I didn’t want to get out after the swim as it was so cold.
When I finally finished my shower and got in the vehicle to drive home, I saw that it was only 5 degrees! No wonder I didn’t want to get out. Legs were feeling tired from yesterday’s run, especially the calves. And swimming with fins had just added some additional stress to the calves. They were feeling like tree trunks after the swim and felt better after stretching them out.
An hour of high intensity intervals on the bike this evening and now my legs are back to being tired again. Oh well, lets see how they go in the morning.
Today is officially World Youth Day 2008. Watched the Papal Mass on telly this morning, live from Sydney. This morning’s mass is the culmination of the week’s events in celebration of WYD 2008. It went on for four hours before the mass ended and the Holy Father announced that the next WYD in 2011 would be held in Madrid, Spain.
At which point, all the Spanish pilgrims went berserk and cheered non-stop while the Holy Father had to suppress his laughter (at the joy of the pilgrims) before continuing. The whole mass was such a spectacle, in fact, the celebration throughout the week was such a spectacle.
There were about 400,000 people at the celebration this morning, which they reckon is about four times the usual amount of people at the grand final of any sporting event ever held in Australia. Check that.
Something was different about this when it all ended. Unlike all the other celebrations experienced before, where you walk away with a feeling of emptiness. This one left you feeling as if you have a basket full. A basket full of….of something intangible, something words fail to describe or explain and yet fills you up with joy inside.
