tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68869730607041377202015-12-16T00:13:53.623+00:00Ramblernoreply@blogger.comBlogger169125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-64944534825019664332015-10-06T20:31:00.000+01:002015-12-15T23:52:21.882+00:00

I like the rain running across the plane window as we take off. disrupting the view, painting things as  if they are under a thin layer of running water. Perhaps this is just a rubbish thought, perhaps I'm just content to know that I'm leaving a rainy place.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-21786124355195197392015-06-22T14:30:00.000+01:002015-12-15T23:48:41.834+00:00

I am trying to remember when I had fun last. And the fact that I need to try, the fact that I can't say few weeks back when x, y or z happened, that fact alone is depressing. I last had fun, real fun, not just a laugh, in Oct 2012, on an 18 days holiday to South America. So only 2 years and 8 month since, roughly.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-44480406044309811672015-05-24T16:26:00.000+01:002015-12-15T23:47:29.574+00:00

"I've lost my patience. I'm done, I really am." I sound like a broken record, hitting the same wall time and time again without changing course. I feel stupid for it.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-72794357851106148742015-03-29T20:40:00.000+01:002015-12-15T23:46:04.085+00:00

You and me, it's just a blame game now. We've turned everything inside out, a few times already. We've dusted for fingerprints and past events, we've blamed each other time and time again. Don't you think it's about time we find what we're looking for elsewhere? A.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-78184111901805703342015-03-19T20:47:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:44:02.304+00:00

Until now I've firmly believed that we should look for a partner that complements us, that completes us. Looking at you now, it makes me wonder if I wasn't perhaps wrong all this time.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-71983981445757232092015-03-09T16:48:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:42:09.545+00:00

Stop. Breathe. Understand what YOU could have done better. Do it. Never look back. The new version is best suited when you land yourself in an anger management situation. It's best suited for those situations when you want to react (badly if I may add) on the spot. For those unfair situations that drive you nuts. There's a better way. What you could have done better can translate in

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-6886752956383736302015-03-08T15:43:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:50:31.315+00:00

Getting mixed up in all wrong situations. For fuck sake, surely I could take better care and avoid putting myself in awkward  positions and circumstances. I probably need to stop rushing into things. Progressing at a fast pace only fast tracks the end. I'm reading this as I write thinking this is far too cryptic. Then again, I need to preserve some mystery as well. Might be for the best.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-26236617630984814072015-03-04T18:21:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:35:40.712+00:00

my favourite thing that drives me wild is when a city girl walks a country mile, god bless the child inside the girls of summer! indeed. love that song. let me take you by the hand. right now. put your lips at my command. yes. yes. yes. all around me are familiar faces.... going nowhere, going nowhere. and I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad. the dreams in which I'm dying are

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-13280373051879660882015-02-22T18:12:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:06:11.024+00:00

I'm not sure what next? I have a partial answer to the exam question "what do you want to achieve over the next 5yrs?". And this is fine, we only need a partial answer. The rest we'll make up as we go. We'll add, combine, subtract, adjust, and we'll adapt. Our goals can stay the same, our path to them however is a jigsaw puzzle with so much incertitude and exposure to the outside world

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-39632363270683953352015-02-22T17:11:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:08:22.251+00:00

Well for fuck sake, what do you think attracted you to me in the first place? I am the same, constant in my style. I may not be your type however, I may not be the style you need. You are the best judge of that and far be it from me to convince you one way or the other. Don't blame me for your choices. I too am just one of your choices. Sometimes our choices may even perfectly align, most

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-1936193300523287182015-02-22T15:38:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:03:30.565+00:00

I don't believe in fatality, in fate. We write our own stories, and there is no set ending so long as we're still writing. We can have predictable outcomes, our story is always dependent on our actions, our behaviours and even our personality but it is never written in stone. Having said that, leaving things to chance will give you a predictable ending every time. A story is only as good

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-59736206772749666752015-02-22T14:10:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:01:26.884+00:00

It feels like a race. People rushing into relationships, pushy people in office and outside of it, go getters that step on bodies to make it there. I love to watch sometimes. Pause and stare in awe at the amazing shit storm around me. Ultimately it drives me nuts every time, but it really shouldn't. I should be able to change my expectations of the world, specifically when I know the world

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-44035693872324396172015-02-17T19:36:00.000+00:002015-12-15T22:59:41.127+00:00

I'm on top of the world. Will you join me? I get the feeling that you're pulling me back down rather than climbing a few steps yourself. I get the feeling we'll both screw up.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-64832468795905943572015-02-16T07:42:00.000+00:002015-12-15T22:56:40.159+00:00

Don't look so offended. We are. Society makes us liars. Whether we lie by omission, lie to protect someone's feelings, lie to get ahead, lie to make our life look appealing and much more interesting than it actually is, we lie. Oh hell, we've gotten so good at this that we even lie to ourselves. It takes a little bit of practice, but we may even believe our own lies. Is it worth it?

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-28837184972076218932015-02-12T21:14:00.000+00:002015-12-15T22:53:25.389+00:00

I don't know how to react anymore. I see it, I hear it, but can't muster up a reaction anymore. I question my own reactions, or lack there of.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-49924488841273526552015-02-11T08:40:00.000+00:002015-12-15T22:52:21.099+00:00

I'm giving myself a whiplash changing feelings and states instantly. Can somebody else take a few decisions for me? I'm... subjective. A.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-57673985560856691102015-02-11T08:37:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:53:46.666+00:00

I'm taking a trip down memory lane every day. All the way to age 7-8. Can't go any further than that I suspect. A selection, stories for another time. 1. Making french fries can result in glass breaking. 2. You don't have to know people to go to their birthday parties. In fact, it's better if you don't. 3. Listening to music by hanging the stereo in the window so that you can hear it

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-67291469974465377042015-01-29T19:22:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:54:16.422+00:00

We quantify things differently. The good vs the bad, things today vs things tomorrow,  what's too much for you or for me. It's interesting to see that we are not consistent in our measurements and that it all depends. It depends on time, mood, surroundings and interference. What drives me nuts is inconsistencies triggered by others.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-30642137045064504002015-01-26T18:15:00.001+00:002015-12-15T23:54:32.347+00:00

It's easy to spot the mistakes. True value is in fixing them. Are you prepared to criticize only or fix as well? Be honest. Myself? I like a little bit of both. I can help fix, but I need the fault acknowledged. That's the only way some people learn, otherwise they are just waiting for someone (potentially you) to keep fixing their mess.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-35347111751683185772015-01-20T20:05:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:55:23.538+00:00

The title makes perfect sense given my last entry. There are so many unplanned activities, specifically work activities, coming my way that it pisses me off. Suspect I could have planned for contingency, but then again... what the hell... It's messing up my schedule, I really feel like cursing. I don't mind the extra load, but why does it come my way at the end, when everyone's had a go at

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-5180442562356802392015-01-20T19:48:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:56:26.716+00:00

It can't be that bad. - Well how the fuck would you know? This will only take a moment. - Well of course, moment is gone though as soon as you've said that. Shall we call it done? Have you got a minute? - See above, extended version. Would you be so nice as to... - I generally wouldn't be that nice, so no. Don't put me in a position where I'd need to lie. I've seen worse. -

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-28520350847557856962015-01-19T06:56:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:56:45.799+00:00

I'm starting to recognise the benefit of having been in the army. Well, not having been in it myself, I can only assume, but none the less. People fall into a rhythm. They learn a schedule and adhere to it. Do you know what's the problem with the world today? Too many fucked up individuals that can't keep on schedule. You've got couple types of people out there, well, as per my over

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-1632725521261045372014-12-18T20:03:00.000+00:002015-12-15T23:58:26.038+00:00

Pack. Traveling tomorrow evening. See you soon. Clean. Leave things in order, come back to perfect. Plan. There's a weekend to be planned. There're things to do. Reset. The holiday is round the corner, distant corner but round the corner none the less. Reset your senses, calm down, breath. Enjoy. Enjoy. Enjoy.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-11253283128374509432014-12-13T19:00:00.000+00:002015-12-16T00:07:56.037+00:00

My head is spinning. Must be from all the sleep, or lack there of. Mojito, only one and that unfinished. Not a good day. Can you see the empty glass? A.

Ramblernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886973060704137720.post-19414272703813460712014-12-12T07:46:00.000+00:002015-12-16T00:08:34.134+00:00

Relationships are difficult. They are not all about our love and care for one another. The good times, while in equal amounts with the bad times, don't always compensate. It's the little things that can kill a relationship, the day to day stuff that pile up. We are difficult. Unique individuals, with different mentalities, different dynamics and different views and goals. No differences are

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