whooooohooo! just feeling good today, post when i get back from work!
first time i heard it was on janice's cd but was just sorting out my youtube playlists and came across this video clip. it's deep as ay, made me realise that i've sorta drifted from what i used to believe in, hope you guys feel the same.
yeah, i reckon it was the week just passed which killed me. our show day holiday wasn't too bad, working at the eagle farm races i got to look after an empty taxi rank all day and got paid time and a half doing it. i was able to study all 67 skeletal muscles anterior and posterior we were supposed to learn for physiology which wasn't too bad. got to sign off early to head over to the vic which apart from nearly all getting our heads kicked in early on, twas pretty much as cruisy as the time at the races. thursday was recovery day, getting to catch up on all the sleep of the week till then; bloody still not used to the eight o'clocks ay. spent the night talking to justine cause she was in a procrastinating mood and fell asleep sometime around 3.
hmmm, the weekend was a pretty choice one, well from what i remember anyway. we had a good lunch over at the pinelands sushi place, the three of us boys ate 4 times more than the girls (it was great sushi ay) and phuccie couldn't man up to eatting his green tea icecream. we went window shopping at garbo until we decided to meet up with a few of d block at southbank to watch chuck and larry. awesome movie ay; well if your into gay homo jokes, u'll know what i mean when you see it. hahahahaha.
that's probably about all i really remember clearly of that saturday. we headed home to get dressed for a meet up with some of my security workmates out at the mustang. i pretty much don't remember much between a game of pingpong, a few drinks and finding myself in my lounge room in my underwear...hahahaha; well not really ay, i find it pretty scary ay...
woke up throwing up bucket fulls of black stuff and blood with my tonsil inflammed the size of one of those really huge marbels. hmmm, i'm really not keen on doing that again ay.
the doctor prescribed me some cough medicine, roids and new antibiotics (the last ones i had for the flu gave me the runs).... hahaha, he reckons my immune system was down from the flu and the drinking pretty much knocked me with some virus it wouldn't of cough if i was all strong and healthy. i feel happy taking roids, it makes me get an itch under my skin and gives me euphoric dreams; bloody awesome side effects; except for the itching.
can't wait to sleep, hope i don't see rabbits, butterflies and teddy bears like i did yesternight. good night people!
yeah man, i reckon i'm well enough to say i'm officially unsick; although my amoxillin doses are still continuing and i've been getting the runs a few hours later due to the side effects, i've been able to suppress my coughing to approximately once every 5 or so minutes. did my first gym session since last thursday and it wasn't too shabby; was able to finish a few sets of chest and triceps but it's been no where near the intensity i was hoping to achieve, none the less, it's still good to do some gym than none. i get to work this saturday which is a bummer but i guess it's not too bad, a few more hours of work i guess gives me a couple of bucks to add to savings. can't wait till my races shift for next wednesday. while you youngns are all out having fun at the ekka, i'll be at the races earning double time for standing around looking after drunk people. hahahaha
yeah....hahah martin just called and he wants to play some dota. i'll blog some more later tonight. ciao
yeah im bloody sick and tired of this ay. hate the flu. i reckon that last weight session i had 3 days ago completely wrecked any of my immune system i had left defending this bloody virus. it hasn't been all that bad though; hanging around at home, in bed or on the couch in front of the tv and mum believing that the only way i'm gonna get better is to feed me as much as i can, i reckon it's pretty cool to be sick once in a while (i get my abs exercises done as well with my constant contractions due to chest coughs.)
its not all glitz and glamour though. well i mean your mind starts to wonder and you sort of reflect and think about pretty much everything; well you can't really do too much else (i'm not one of those game playing sicks). some good sick bed ridden reflecting does the mind wonders but i think i'm at the stage where it's doing more harm than good (i've probably passed that staged 2 days ago). far, i hate it when i'm sick. weights, exercise or some good old afternoon staring at the grass in the paddock usually does me good when my minds been wondering too much or when life needs to be slowed down a little but ya know to stop the fat, it must be pretty bad. hahaha
actually, up until now in my post, i've pretty much felt alot better. blogging helped me rethink what i had to blog and i don't think it really is worth typing anymore, it would just be bitching about stuff now that i think about it. hahaha, i guess all i could say is life could be better, but it's good at the moment so i won't complain too much. take it easy people, thanks for hearing me out.
P.S. oi Thuy, i re-read that post, didn't mean it like u thought, hahaha, you think too much sorry if it sounded offensive. fat
Day:1
Second semester university has begun and it’s officially the first day of my new routine. I’m going to try so hard to follow it but I know I will probably stray away from it in a few weeks, lets just hope ay. My uni timetable is heaps better than last semesters. Although I’ve got a few more earlier starts, the majority of the day I’m either at home or am able to leave uni before 1 o’clock. Wednesdays going to be a hell of a day, cramming 3 pracs and a lecture within the 11 or so hours of contact between 9 and 8 at night. But all is good, sacrifice made for a spare day on the Thursday. So far, just concentrating on uni work, I’m pretty happy with how it’s going. Physiology and Anatomy are sick as, I really love this type of stuff, and pretty much both subjects correlate pretty well with each other. Chem and Cell and Molecular biology are shitty but I guess I’m coping alright. My plan to study and revise lecture notes has been going well, I’ve spent at least an hour or so revising every night which is an improvement since I scarcely did any in semester 1. Everything is slowly flowing into place. My holiday schedule and to do list is finally getting completed, only got the few little things like paying off my parking fines and doing my tax returns but less to worry about in the end I guess. The goal of getting abs is and losing weight is getting there as well, with meal plans and exercise regimes done the day before. I’ve followed most of it but I guess it’s all just a progressive thing ay.
It’s been good, I haven’t wasted too much time doing nothing; fate brought the internet down so I’ve had more time to do necessary doings like catching up on sleep and studying. It’s been a great few days; hopefully it will just get better.
Day: 6
6 days later and life has just got all but complicated. Work has been awesomely great and getting better although having only the Friday shift at the vale to look forward to during the week now. I can finally see the progression I’ve made since the first time I worked there. With a new supervisor taking over; an awesome fellow work mate, I’ve actually noticed how much I’ve learnt and absorbed from spending only a few months in the business. Maybe I’m not as useless as I thought I was. Work I reckon gets a good green tick. As far as family is going, I reckon I could put a good tick on that as well.
There aren’t too many things which need much of my thinking time these days. I mean, what else could worry a 19 year old these days other than work, study and family and friends? I’m not lazing around these days so it occupies most of my time around doing other stuff like studying. I’m working enough to help contribute to the house monies, study enough to keep a few lectures ahead, chill out with mates to catch up and take time off and have enough time for myself. I’m not quite sure why but with everything going slightly on track, I still seem confused about a lot of things.
A few months back I reckon the 2 ticks out of the 3 would be a godsend. Actually, right now I reckon I’ve got it all right for a few moments. But there just seems to be something really bugging me. I’ve only felt the tickle maybe since Thursday but I reckon it was a little bit before then. I think the tickle might be the little bit of light penetrating into my chest. The feeling of warmth and comfort, the feeling of revival, a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on, that’s what I feel. I assure you, the feeling of happiness and warmth doesn’t have to come from the devils drink or natures weeds. Retracing back a few days it’s only a handful of things which probably got me feeling where I’m at now.
Actually I think it’s only one real thing. Maybe through so much that’s happened in my life up until now, there are only a few things which can make me feel genuinely happy.
Sometimes I reckon that instead of love pulling people together, it separates them with fate bringing them back. Spending a few hours with an old mate this week has taught me that friends come and go but mates I guess make you feel warm and fuzzy all the time; despite the time you saw them last. I guess it’s always better to talk to someone who actually listens and talks back although blogging does help to keep my mind off of things.
I think I’m just a lonely dude who needs to find people to talk to but I’ll make sure I’ll keep those who warm me real close. I won’t let you go again.
i heart you ----\
V
