Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Once upon a time...

...I had a blog with plenty of posts that I would have liked to revisit someday. Unfortunately, it seems to be lost.

The real question is why am I looking for it now? Who knows... Maybe I'm trying to find my identity, if I ever had one. Maybe there's something in there that can help me deal with the present and has answers for me.

What I know is that I hate the person I've become and what I've made of myself. I could have been someone so much better. Maybe I'm looking for proof that I always knew I would end up like this. Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse - self pity.

It sucks when you think that there's just one person in this world that can truly understand you... And then realise that you're alone. Maybe I'm meant to be. Maybe it's what I deserve.

Maybe the end is near... I can only hope.

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Cometh the hour...

Living mandatory suicide... massacre on the front line.

In a few hours, I will be in the presence of the Gods... and thereafter, this world will seem like a mediocre moment that never ceases to end, but not for those of us in their presence :)

Hell awaits.

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Two sleeps to go...

...until I set my soul free in the presence of the metal gods - Megadeth & Slayer.

I need my hit and I need it now... hell awaits!

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Pearl Jam - November 18, 2006

Okay, so I'm getting old and even though I'm sure I will never forget any of the gigs I've been to... not even one second of each surreal experience, I'm going to make a note of every setlist...

My first concert in Sydney was Pearl Jam supported by Kings of Leon... words will never describe how each and every last one of us felt that night...

Thursday, 26 March 2009

Oblivion on the horizon

I'm tired of Sydney... so tired. Fed up of everything. Yeah alright... I've achieved pretty much what I set out for... except for one aspect of my life perhaps. I'm so pissed off right now that I can't even analyse this shit properly... ME - unable to analyse something??? Must be the end of the world... I sure hope so.

Thank fuck for Melbourne! Can't wait to fly out there less than 24 hours from now. Wish it was longer than just 3 days... but at least it's another thing to cross off my list. The F1 Grand Prix.

See you on the other side.

Monday, 22 October 2007

"Time is on my side..."

If there's one thing I loathe, it's when people say "I have no time". I hate myself when I say it too!

There's always enough time. It's a shame we don't utilise it properly. I'm no genius either. When I was a kid, I used to be so punctual with everything. If I said I would be home at 9.15pm, the doorbell would ring at exactly 9.15pm. I never used a watch when I was a kid. My mental clock was brilliant enough. Punctuality meant so much to me... it still does. It's a shame my mental clock and whatever else it is that's keeping me from being punctual won't get their act together.

I've been to work on time only a handful of times over the last year. Nobody minds because I always stay back late. I'm late for class. I'm late for pretty much every bloody thing. I've never missed an assignment deadline or been late for an exam though, but I'm late with my preparation and always leave things for the last minute.

I guess that's the problem. When I wake up in the morning for work, I have plenty of time to get to work on time... but I always get my mind fixated on the absolute last possible second that I need to leave home to make it to work at 9am sharp. I seem to forget that there are other variables... CityRail being the biggest one. No matter how much I try, I can't get myself to leave earlier than the latest possible time... or in project management terms, latest start time! Sometimes I convince myself so much that I have a lot of time to spare in the morning, that I end up using more of it than I can afford and end up leaving late. No, CityRail is not always at fault.

Maybe it's because of my time as a kid when I always reached wherever I needed to be exactly on time that's affecting me now. No matter how often I'm late, I never believe that I can't make it on time the next day.

Maybe I need to look at the earliest start time. Perhaps that would solve my little problem. I've been thinking about this for quite a few years now and even though I've come up with temporary solutions, I've never been able to put my finger on the cause of the problem... until now :) Who would have thought this post would help me relate "earliest start time" and "latest start time" to my punctuality issue.

Monday, 15 October 2007

Lateralus

"Black then white are all i see in my infancy. Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. Lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analysing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come."

"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I move myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me. Whatever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going."

Introducing Maynard James Keenan, the most intelligent musician this world has ever known. He's the vocalist of Tool, a mesmerising band. If the lyrics above (taken from the song "Lateralus") don't capture your mind, a nuclear war won't phase you.

"Over thinking, over analysing" - how often do we do that. How often do I do that! Although I must admit, I don't do that as often as I used to... this song has had such an impact on my life. I first came across it about 5 years ago and it absolutely stunned me. It would need an entire day to go through the substance in it. Even the way Maynard sings it is surreal. I haven't included the lyrics of the entire song in this post... but the first few lines of this song are sung using the sequence of the Fibonacci series.

I think I'm going to listen to this song 10-20 times tonight and wake up in the morning relishing the promise that the morning brings.