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Happy Birthday to the dearest, most beautiful and most deserving person thats real. Good things will come to you. "Don't stop, never give up. Hold your head high till you reach the top!" Good luck babe!
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Think into being is the gift of this life.
It's so simple you could miss it.
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passion, commitment, change, motivation, revolution, vision, desire, core, culture, movement, chaos, athletes, sport, progression, speed, exposure, adrenalin, Who Sets the Standards?
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I write what i think. There is no intention behind it. The fact that i rush what i write, ultimately incurs spelling mistakes. This suggests i may not respect what i write... If i pause to look in the dictionary, i'll forget what i'm thinking.
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I woke this morning to the penetrating roar of a thunderstorm. It's unexpectedness saw me sitting up. I thought for a bit about what exactly I was doing. Mist and rain blanketed the entire valley over which I viewed from my bed. I hadn't seen a sight like this for quite some time. It was a winter-scape, quite sceneic. It was 8am. I hadn't had the earliest of nights previous. Covers and blankets drawn, I was dreaming again before the next rumble.
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4 Walls...
My room has 4 walls that contain me, 2 windows to breathe through and one door...
i can turn the handle at any given moment. I know it is there.
What makes me free is the option to be inside these four walls or out there in the open space alive and chained only to the obstacles i create...
-written Friday 19th April by a Princess
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'don't give me static or i'll kabab you!'
-err dude that's not cool...
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I slept all Sunday... Big night Saturday. Therefore i'm treating today, Monday, as Sunday. Why not? I'm on holidays, everyday should be Sunday. Today, tomorrow and the next day I plan to 'chill'. Today the idea of chilling for me evokes music with a certain 'vibe'. In recent years, chill-out music has had a bad press. For many people, the notion of "chilling out" comes with grim connotations: daft ravers listening to boring trip-hop after clubs, crusties nodding dreadlocked heads to dated ambient dub. The concept may have its roots in club culture, but from the earliest DJ sets at clubs such as Land Of Oz, chill-out has been an open-minded church, taking in everything from classical to folk to techno. It's a fluid genre, hardly confined to late-night listening. It's music with warmth, intimacy, subtlety, perhaps a hint of fragility: the music you play on a Sunday morning when you can't be bothered to do anything. And it makes your life feel better...
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'doing donuts in a paddock is a cultural right...'
-Neill from Wagga Wagga
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'Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in dark rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive music.'
-Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989
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'Your best friend isnt the one who bails you out of jail. They're the one sitting next to you saying "that was fuckin awesome!"'
-Pat
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'Executing this trick perfectly will get you more tail than Axl Rose at the Pontiac Silverdome'
-Boyd Easley
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'if anybody who lives in the west would like to adopt me please contact me asap'
-Jordan
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'...we went on a trip with the ghost of christmas past, and he stole our damn sunglasses...'
-Godzilla
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'...hey, your skis go both ways. wait, you have bi-sexual skis'
-said to matt by a 50 year old ski instructor
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.n'Hey Harry you want to go to Aspen?'
'I don't know the French are assholes'
-Dumb and Dumber
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'Don't eat me! I have a wife and kids... Eat them!'
-Homer
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'Tonight, the mountain's put its white coat on again … It is about 8.30, and a fair amount of skiers are waiting for the lifts to open. Nico Falquet and Jancsi Hadick arrive with smiles on their faces, understandable with the weather and the snowfall... The three of us set off for a day's filming where we can do what we like as long as we "go for it"!
In the time it takes to get to the summit, I tell Jancsi what I would like to do. He looks at me with wide eyes and says, "I don't know if your thing's possible, but I know where you can try it". He knows the place quite well, so I trust him completely … Tearing down a few lines here and there, we get to the place. It's really impressive, piles of rocks spread around, covered with still virgin snow. Mother Nature is beautiful, offering kicks that need no working on. I look around a bit, Jancsi helps me and takes me fifteen meters further down … my heart stops at the sight of this bit of rock, it's perfect.
Everyone gets ready, whilst Nico and I go back up a few meters. The adrenaline's pumping, I try to calm down by closing my eyes and imagining what's going to happen. Nico goes first, headfirst, the sod!
I hear Jancsi asking me if I'm going to go my tricks straightaway. A few seconds of thought. "Yeah", I answer without stalling too much. A small sigh and I'm off … it all happens so quickly, just time to see the white ground as I come off the cliff, the rock, the sky and then the ground again. I land. A short second of lucidity and euphoria sets in!
"I think it's in the can. Could you do it just one more time though, just in case?" he asks me shyly …
The memory of that March day is still with me today. I don't think I did anything exceptional, I just think that tendencies are changing in the four corners of the skiing world…'
-www.salomonski.com
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Live for the moment. Reminisc but never dwell. Deal with the future later. Live for the moment.
-advice given by someone wise and also dear to me.
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I am currently emerged in a University lifestyle... The Halls of Residence, in which I am currently residing, is described by three keywords: Study, Eat & Party!
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The first episode of Big Brother just started 5 minutes ago... I'm bored Already
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Last night i let one of my mates drive my dads car that i had borrowed. The night was hazy, dark and melo. I felt i could have been drunk but i wasn't. I couldn't comprehend my own thoughts and what i could see with my eyes was surreal. There was noise all around me but i couldn't hear much. A friend from my primary school days, withdrawn into a mood of aggression combine intoxication, she drove the car through two black & yellow workmans barracades and a tree before resting it against a Land Rover, green. The front end was crumpled almost beyond recognition. The once shiny Volvo sports badge lay dull against the moonlight, amidst the dust. Paint removed completely from the passenger side, rear window smashed. My head was echoing with shock and disbelief...
At 9:45am this morning i redefined "relief" when i woke up, warm in my bed, dads car neatly and undisturbed in the garage.
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'Feelings are for a moment, moments pass. One's will holds one steady through the course of one's life...'
-Lady Guinevere (played by Julia Ormond when being confronted by King Arther for loving another man)
Read an interesting review of the movie First Knight.
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Welcome to Easter! It's that time of year again. Everbody thinks it's okay to eat as much chocolate as they want as they havent learnt from all the previous years of there lives that they'll regret it in a week.
Happy Easter
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'Garth Franklin's surperb Dark Horizons, a website packed with news, rumours, gossip, trailers and posters. This is an indispensible news source.'
Total Film Magazine
News on upcoming moviews and TV shows. Fairly inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, agree? But how much time do you spend every day fretting about whether The Lord of the Rings will live up to your childhood memories? How much hope do you secretly pin on the new Star Trek series being a disappointment? How much of your meagre download limit do you squender on grainy trailers on movie remake attrocities?
If your answer is an inaudible "more than I'd like to admit," then this is the one-stop shop you've been looking for. Editor Garth Franklin, has built up a global network of spies, informers and shameless rumourmongers, and while he may not get the news first , he gets it respectably early. There was an outburst of controversy when he published classifield design documents from the LucasFilm, workshop, and each new post has the potential of being just an analogous. Dark Horizons has become one of the hottest sites around to find out the latest news, images, clips and reviews of all the upcoming blockbuster films.
A contributing reason why Dark Horizons is receiving an escalating 250 000 hits per day is dur to the fact that Garth Franklin is committing himself to this website. "Movie web masting is hardly a glamorous life," say Garth Franklin who is rewarded with little more than the obvious satisfaction of his own hard work and the pride he takes in it.
The site has been established purely to inform eager movie-fanatics who want the latest gossip. If you realy want to look into the future, the closest thing is Dark Horizons.
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It's 3am in the morning. I doubt i'll sleep tonight. No assessment due, no exam tomorrow, no reason... This is the insomnia that will take control of your body and run it into the ground.
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Don't be fooled by life... Life is an illusion, so all you can do is take things as they come and run with them. Make the most of everthing and cherish all that is good to YOU! Attach yourself to those close to you. Some will hurt you but thats one of lifes experiences. Don't spend everyday searching for an answer.
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I don't sleep anymore. I havent slept for days. Recently sleep has become not so much a priority, but something that can be substituted for something else remotely interesting. Thats the way my current life is detailed. It's not healthy, but that alone is not a powerful enough deterant. I need to close my eyes.
'What happens first is you can't sleep...
What happens then is there is a gun in your mouth'
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'Last year a friend of mine upgraded from Girlfriend 4.0 to GirlFriendPlus 1.0, which is a Terminate and Stay Resident version of GirlFriend. He discovered that GirlFriendPlus 1.0 expires within a year if you don't upgrade to Fiancee 1.0. So he did. But soon after that, he had to upgrade to Wife 1.0 and found that it's a memory hog leaving few system resources for other applications. He is also now noticing the Wife 1.0 is also spawning Child-processes which are further consuming valuable resources. No mention of this particular phenomenon was included in the product documentation, though other users have informed me that this is to be expected due to the nature of the application.
Not only that, Wife 1.0 installs itself so that it is always launched at system initialization where it can monitor all other system activity. Some applications such as PokerNite 10.3, Bachelor Party 2.5, and Pubnite 7.0 are no longer able to run on the system at all, causing the system to lockup when launched (even though the apps worked fine before). He was told that these apps won't crash if you run GirlFriend in background mode with the sound turned off. But he can't find the switch to turn the sound off so he came to the conclusion that if you just run them separately, they work okay.
Wife 1.0 provides no installation options. Thus, the installation of undesired plug-ins such as Mother-in-law 55.8 and the Brother-in-law Beta is unavoidable. Also, system performance seems to diminish with each passing day.
One of the primary reasons that he upgraded to Wife 1.0 is that it came bundled with FreeSexPlus 1.0. Well it turns out that the resource allocation module of Wife 1.0 sometimes prohibits access to FreeSexPlus, particularly the new Plug-Ins he wanted to try. On top of that, Wife 1.0 must be running on a well warmed-up system before he can do anything.
Some features my friend would like to see in the upcoming Wife 2.0: A "don't remind me again" button.Minimize button. Ability to delete the "headache" file An install feature that provides an option to uninstall 2.0 version without loss loss of other system resources.An option to run the network driver in "promiscuous mode" allowing the the system's Hardware Probe feature to be much more useful/effective.
I myself wish I had decided to avoid all of the headaches associated with Wife 1.0 by sticking with Girlfriend 3.0 Even here, however, I have found many problems. Apparently you cannot install Girlfriend 4.0 on top of girlfriend 3.0. You must uninstall Girlfriend 3.0 first, otherwise the two versions of Girlfriend will have conflicts over shared use of the I/O port, resulting in the immediate removal of both versions. Other users have told me that this is a long-standing problem that I should have been aware of. Guess that explains what happened to versions 1 and 2.
The version I have right now works pretty well, but there are still some problems. Like all versions of GirlFriend, it is written in some obscure language that I can't understand, much less reprogram. Frankly, I think there is too much attention paid to the look and feel rather than the desired functionality. Also, to get the best connections with your hardware, you usually have to use gold-plated contacts. And I've never liked how GirlFriend is totally "object-oriented".
To make matters worse, the uninstall program for Girlfriend 3.0 doesn't work very well, leaving undesirable traces of the application in the system. Another identified problem is that all versions of Girlfriend have annoying little messages about the advantages of upgrading to Wife 1.0!
VIRUS ALERT
All users should be aware that Wife 1.0 has an undocumented bug. If you try to install Mistress 1.1 before uninstalling Wife 1.0, Wife 1.0 will delete MSMoney files before doing the uninstall itself. Once that happens, Mistress 1.1 won't install and you will get an "insufficient resources" error message. To avoid the aforementioned bug, try installing Mistress 1.1 on a different system and "never" run any file transfer applications (such as Laplink) between the two systems.
FYI: Don't even think about a shared directory!
-WWW Programmer @ CSU
Secure YOUR system
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The other week i got some part time work as a Gymnastics Coach. Myself, i am an ex gymnast and it certainly is great to get back into the sport as it was one of my many passions that contribute to my life. At the moment i'm only coaching 'little tackers' but it makes me jealous that some of them can almost do more than me. Check out 'Gymnastics Australia' to scope the competition.
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'Pain is simply the weakness leaving your body'
-unknown
A movie i watched last night gave me a reality-check on life. I'm not usually empowered by movies however i came to realise the fragility of the heartbeat to which we exist. All can become nothing in such a short amount of time. The turning point being a mother and wife doomed to cancer realising that the christmas eve carol she was singing, would be her last seasonal song. Just think about it...
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Can you define for me Ironic?
'It's like an old man who turn's 98, he won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your chardonay. It's a death row pardon 10 minutes to late.'
-Alanis Morressette "Ironic"
I don't see anything ironic about any of the things... More unfortunate (which in retrospect is ironic in its own sense)
The difference i see; a man hit by a car on a zebra crossing is unfortunate, a zebra hit by a car on a zebra crossing is ironic.
Something who's serious meaning has been subverted by changing its context. Open to debate.
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'Everything is Sweetened by Risk'
-unknown
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Last night i went to see a movie called 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch', which is a part of the Sydney Travelling Film Festival. My opinion? When you come out of the theatre, people ask "What did u think?" ...It was a movie where you couldn't give a decent opinion straight away. You need at least a good night sleep to think about it. Now that I've had a night to think about it I still couldn't give you decent opinion. It's 'in your face'... Very bold! Very Unexpected! Definetly worth seeing should the oppertunity arise. I liked it cause it was nothing that could conform to my imagination.
'In the cheerfully irreverent tradition of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show,' 'Hedwig' is a midnight-movie classic in the making. Shamelessly appealing!'
-Diane Vadino, Spin
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Welcome to the Russell EXPERIENCE... feat. Anthony!
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Yuri Geller! If you know who i'm talking about... You can't help but wonder can you?! Here is an extract from a transcript of a live TV broadcast over all of Japan on the 31st of March, 1983.
Y: Do it with me..
BEND. BEND
Stroke the golf (club).
Yes,yes. Please believe and give me time.
You see, I am trying to bend also this spoon, but it is not...
Yes, yes. Oh oh yes , yes, more way. Something is happening here.
Help me, help me. Ah ah ah ah it's bending look, look it's
bending, yes. Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Yes, yes, yes. Help me children. Do it with me. Yes its becoming
soft. Help me. Yes. Yes !! (Many exited voices)
Y: Tell them to put their finger where my finger is.
Yes look! oh--- Yes, look it's breaking, it's breaking it's
breaking. Put your fingers more--- Yes leave it, leave it, leave.
Look , look look! More more more, say BEND.
W: Look! Iron powder is falling
Y: Yes, more, more, more. Yes its breaking, and it's soft- more-
look look look! AH! (the end of the golfclub falls on the
floor)
You touch it, it's cold. Cold!
Now children, look at your spoon and do the same. Do the same to
your spoons!( The spoons bend all out of shape)
And also her fork bent, you see?
if the first thing that enters your mind after reading this (apart from Yuri himself) isn't 'pornography', then your probably to young.
Read the entire transcript at 'imachination.com'
Yuri Geller is best known for bending spoons. He's famous for destroying cutlery. That's a bit sad really isn't it yuri?
When it comes down to it though yuri, you're just a magician, a conman if you like. A man who's gone through his entire life by performing a cheap caberet trick. And a single trick, at that, it's not even a variety show.
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Yesterday I found myself sitting in a room... A square room; Dull expressions facing the walls; The middle of the room is empty; Small talk, if any; Lonely (maybe depressed) people sitting side-by-side and with there backs to one another, trying to console 'single serving' friends assuming fake identities and people they may never touch in chat rooms and forums.
The age of communication... Do you see the irony? Look Around!
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A mate had a birthday today. I spent a considerable amount of time last night making a birthday card that i am proud of... It'll get thrown out after a week.
Life's like that!
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'Rid yourself of fear; Fear turns to hate; Hate turns to anger; Anger leads to suffering... No more suffering'
-Yoda
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To hell and back with philosophies.
Many people spend their lives searching for a philosophy that they can live by (don't confuse philosophies with quotes). Something that they can attempt to hold their standards to.
Picking plums at a local orchard for nine hours a day in the hot sun for the last few weeks gave me a lot of time to think. People say i think to much. I say they don't think. Thinking isn't what most people understand it to be. People need to exist on the next level in order to think properly. But the next level isn't what people think either. The next level is a logical environment where there is every colour in between black and white and where reason doesn't need to be given. People that ask for reason are usually not on the next level. I don't ask you to understand this; because your probably not not on the next level. No, I don't smoke drugs. This next level is superior where concepts and people searching for non-existent formulaes are absent. The latter is actually what we face in the real world. The real world being a black & white, yes or no senseless madhouse with people stressing for reason. In this situation people resort to a philosophy which may be able to answer there questions or at least take their mind off things as to provide closure. People need closure to create an equilibrium in which to live peacefully.
This is where i realised my philosophy that you can't live by a single philosophy. If you think you can then it is most probably so broard and generalised that it has no or little value.
Every minute, hour, day, month, year and life is different. Life is about experience (open to debate), and every experience brings about a different emotion. One philosophy won't satisfy all experiences, situations, issues or positions. Take it as it comes and take it with an open mind. Having an open mind is a key. Not the key but certainly a key. Don't dwell on philosophies. Dwell on existing on the next level... Then you'll understand and often won't have to ask for reason.
PS: Orchard work is crap. Even if your desperate, refrain from resorting to orchard work. Join the army instead.
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As a teenager, mine and others minds can be shaped by writers such as yourself. Our basis of opinion are formed by the depth of your text.
['Future Shock' is a publication that i took the time to read... a publication that i didn't agree with. My critique is particuarly in response to pages nine and ten of the first chapter; 'The 800th Lifetime']
We as individuals change and because we interact with society, consequently it changes with us. The old cliché “No man is an island” is most appropiate because people interact with people. The point I am trying to raise Mr Toffler is this: We create the “married priests and atheist ministers.” We build the “homosexual movie theartres and Playboy clubs” that you mention. We as people mould society that “breed” “adult-like children and childish adults.” It is our society that we create. A wise man once said when we are through changing, we are through. This “firestorm of change” is our evolution. The process of evolution dictates change. But we, Mr Toffler, we set the parameters of this change. Our society is what we make it. Early in this twenty-first century we are forced to consider that even the definition and concept of “change” is changing, and is undergoing a vast study and analysis.
It appears, Mr Toffler, that in your “Future Shock” you are searching for someone to blame for this “powerfully upsetting physcological disease,” or evolution as others and I prefers to call it. Why is this? Are you afraid of what the future may hold? Do you not like the direction that this firestorm is taking us? I don’t mean to ridicule you Mr Toffler, but don’t you think our lives might become a little mundane and boring if someone were to cure your “Future Shock Disease?” Day-in and day-out of the same repeaditive scheduele. What you describe as a “concrete force that reaches deep into our lives,” is what most teenagers are proud to call life. The “new roles we are forced to act out” are life’s beautiful experiences; love, happiness, depression, laughter, and heartbreak.
There are others like you Mr Toffler. It is not a bad thing to “seek flight” from the waves of change. Maybe it is a good idea to slow down and reality check every once in a while.
I want to reiterate, Mr Toffler, that society is what is what you make of it. You don’t have to agree with the Jewish Zen Buddists but others do and they are there in a part of your society. A society that we all interact with and are a part of.
[but just because i didn't like it doesn't mean you won't... here is a link to someone else's alternative opinion]
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-a piece of creative writing... that's it!
An anecdote i wrote for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary in janurary 2001.
Understand that this is the nicest thing i'll ever write... Also understand that my outlooks and attitudes on life are in no way reflected in this piece of writing... It's just something which may entertain a portion of you.
T’was the typical Australian Summer down Tumut way. Our typical Australian early century wooden house gleamed in the midday sun, which cascaded across the sunburnt property. The 11am train from Tumut to Tumbarumba glided through the crossing in all its glory, rustling the shrubs at my feet as I waved to the loggers on their way and waited until it was safe to cross.
Thoughts entered my mind as the train rolled by. It moved with speed and grace. It knew where it was going and how it was going to get there. Guided by the solid tracks upon which it flew it steamed through the valley and behind the distant Batlow orchards. Nothing would get in its way. I pondered some more. “Why couldn't my life be as confident as the 11am from Tumut to Tumba.’” I thought to myself while gazing at the distant Blowering cliffs, towering above the valley like monsters.
The 26th of January 1951. I was getting married this afternoon. In the small local Anglican Church down the road from here. A week ago I felt like a mighty train thundering a long the tracks with all the purpose and direction anyone could ever need. But that was a whole week ago. I guess it was just the nerves kicking in. Some mates warned me about this. About the nerves, which change the way, you see things. Things become more distant and blurred. You don’t feel like a train, rather like a cow, wandering aimlessly, confide to the fence line and the grass that grows inside it.
Getting married this afternoon. It was something I can’t ever remember thinking I would eventually think. I somehow managed to get myself onto the tracks. Now I have to figure out how to get myself moving. How to become a thundering engine? It seemed so far away. So distant like the Blowering cliffs that towered over the valley. They were so vast and yet so out of reach.
Lost in my own world of thought, I didn’t see the six-foot tiger snake. It wasn’t a few steps in front of me when it hissed as if to say, “if you stay on this path you will get bitten.” Growing up on a farm, snakes I could handle, marriage I couldn’t. I ran back to the house. Dad kept the gun on the porch. I grabbed the shotgun and a handful of cartridges out of an old ‘tucker tin,’ yelling to dad and my younger brother that there was a snake near the tracks. Snakes are pretty common all through the valley and up the mountains a bit. Especially as this was a particularly hot summer. My dad and brother were busy fixing a part of the fence line and were confident I could take care of the snake. I bounded through the tall browned grass towards where I had seen the snake. It was a good three hundred metres but farm life had kept me in top shape and nothing could stop me. “If only marriage were like a snake. I could grab the gun and take care of it at any moment.” I felt in control again. Rod, whom I had asked to be best man at the wedding this afternoon, drove past, on his way to Batlow for the daily milk and bread run. I didn’t see him waving to me with a concerned look on his face. I knew I had to deal with the snake. I did so, feeling in control, confident and on-track. I remember thinking that this may be the last time that I am in control, confident and on-track. I wasn’t having second thoughts, I was just nervous.
Later that day I arrived at the church. Rod was the first to greet me. He did so with open arms and a look of relief. “Why the look?” He explained to me that he saw me running away from the house carrying a gun. He remembered it was the day of my wedding and was convinced that I had lost my nerve.
After that, all I remember is getting on a train and having the ride of my life. Fifty solid years to this date. A golden ride.
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Captains Log. Star Gate 26/02/2002.
An incessant droning, hammering into my inner ear and heaving into my cranium; The Nokia 3330 with serial number 8667745DASH02, complete with standard issue silver and royal blue trim to a Chinese plastic forged case. [Action]: depress button associated with snooze.
I struggled to sit up. Savage rays of UV cutting into my retina's, squinting as though I’d never used them before; An uncanny mist or un-lifted fog blanketing my world; Flora crunching under a peaceful step; A deep breath drawn as I stretch, cold and sharp in my jugular. The serenity was almost foreign.
Accidentally I had set my alarm for 0530hr. All care will be taken to ensure I never again repeat my carelessness. I’d be safer to sleep in…
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