My Girls…

Ok, so they technically belong to Nathan, but he is not here, and I have claimed them as my own.

Kate, Noni, Jana, Alice (Terry is a boy, but he is in there somewhere).

Sitting on the beach at night, huddled under a sleeping bag, watching the stars

Sitting in the lounge doing group reading with the Wisdom Oracle.

Jesus jumped at me no less than 4 times in 12 hours.

That means that I’m not getting it apparently.

I also went to the Gym. I am 68% water (8% higher than the maximum average – the trainer was surprised)

I am also 5.1% (3.4kg) fat.

Apparently my hydrating skills might be throwing the reading off, and there is a chance that I am actually a little fatter than that. But one still dreams.

On Friday I will have a regime, and will be on my way to being incredibly good looking.

It think I will get a haircut tomorrow.

Happy Birthday Fiona.

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Places

Today, I wanted a place. I wanted to go somewhere. After spending 2 hours in the gym, surrounded by attractive people and walking part of the way home, I had an overwhelming desire to be somewhere that I had no chance of finding. I knew the feelings of familiarity, safeness, calmness and relaxation of where I wanted to be. I knew that this wasn’t to be found in my apartment.

I miss having a balcony to go to. My laundry doesn’t count. Not necessarily a balcony to call my own, but one where I can feel the things I want to feel. Maybe there are people. Maybe just an old, battered and stained mattress. Couch. Hammock. Pot plant.

I, however turned to Cadbury’s.

LATER:

It’s over Cadbury, it’s over… This is a sad, sad day.

On Cyber Immediacy, and Podcasts

I have uploaded a new set of pics to my Flickr account.Other than that, I have been very lazy with regards to my online existence. It is a problem that constantly plagues me – not that I think anyone cares, but because it highlights my apparent inability to resolve to do something and follow it through.

Twitter is my saviour in this regard.

[Look! A shiny new change of topic...]

I spend almost 2 hours a day in transit (by foot), and usually another 2 hours in the gym, which means that I have a lot of time to fill (aurally). Enter, the magic that is the podcast. I have been listening to a lot of a lot of them lately. Although I have had my iPod for almost 4 years, this is the first time I have fully utilised iTunes’ incredibly seamless online broadcasting platform, and I have decided that it suits my lifestyle.

But it means that I don’t have a lot of time for music (which is a shame, cause my library now comes in at a disgraceful 110 gigs – HELLO super-fast Korean broadband).

My current stash of podcasts include:

• KCM Believer’s Voice of Victory
• ABC Radio National’s Philosopher’s Zone
• ABC Radio National’s National Interest
• BCC’s Weekly podcasts

I need something humorous/with personality to throw in there as well, but all broadcasts I’ve sampled in that regard have not been funny.

I am waiting for Jinwon to stop faffing about with the pine table he’s been making, and come to the gym, I have been going by myself lately (which is actually working out for once), but we had a bit of an agreement – so, I’m sticking to it.

That’s all.

Unease…

I hate feeling uneasy. At the moment I am more than slightly anxious about things that either I can’t control, don’t matter, or that I think about all too much. That’s right, I too think about things too much, though, generally I don’t write them down (current rant excluded).

One of these things is money. Money SHOULD be my friend, but it often does not want to play. Sometimes it seems to slip through my fingers, with no hope of returning, and then it makes me sad. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem here, but, it is.

The fact that I did not wish to freeze to death last month cost me $112.

I wish to live in a bartering society. I would gladly trade my skills in interpretive-dance and the construction of pants to be warm, fed, learning from amazing people, and practicing my craft.

It is interesting that resourcefulness has a real meaning – maybe I should embrace it as well.

I should be at the gym…