Archive for September 2007
Arrggghh
19 September 2007. Tagged jokes, random
This post is in honnor of International Talk Like A Pirate Day which is t’celebrated every year on the 19th of September. So I would like to say Arrgghh to all Mateys and Ahoy to my Beauty.
This silly day gives me a chance to tell me my favorite joke
Why are pirate videos illegal?
Because they arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre�
The Fly
15 September 2007. Tagged life, personal, random
I woke up today to discover a fly in my room. A simple plain little thing that I would normally play no notice to but for some reason it made me think. This poor fly was repeatly flying into the window pane trying to espace. I could not help but feel like that fly sometimes. That poor fly repeating beating it’s head trying hard to espace when it is impossible to get out. Feeling trapped in the path in life and not achiving my goal was something that happened to me in the first year of uni. However, what I admired about the fly was that it never gave up, it continued to hit it’s head and would repeat itself until it died. To it, not to keep trying is to die. I opened the window and freed the poor fly. I think that kind of drive is something that I should have, to be strong and not to give, even if it means I have to hit my head a couple of times.
Where is home?
12 September 2007. Tagged life, personal, uni, writtings
As I long hair Uni student, this is a question that I ask myself all the time. As a student, you move around a lot and it is not unusual to change addresses three or more times. Most students still move home to their parents home for Summer and Christmas. It can be hard for people that are all over the place to feel at home. I have had this problem. Moving from home into uni halls of resistance was hard but not as hard as moving home. Returning from uni to what used to be home is one of the oddest feelings of my time. You walk around feeling like this is no longer home, like you have out grown the place. It feels really bad as you remember having a good times in this place.
HOME
a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.
As a young man, I know that I am not really going to have a stable home. It is a case of changing my state of mind. Instead of thinking that home is where all my stuff is, it is where I lay my head. With this new state of mind, it comes a feeling on home sickness. Not having a true home means that your home sick even when your in your house. It is all just weird…
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