Yesterday once more

I first created this blog to get things off my chest.

It's certainly helped to a large extent in my university days.

Sharing my views, frustrations and opinions with you guys I've been thankful for the many well wishes and comments.

At this point though there are many posts written that goes unpublished, largely because it'd do more harm than good. That said, perhaps some day they'll see the light of day, for now they'll do good festering in my drafts folder...

Hand soap

I typed a really long angsty post about how I hate getting my weekends burnt but I'm probably going to get in trouble if I did post it.

It's sad but of late I've had to censor a lot of my stuff, even this one.

There was supposed to be 3 more paragraphs but all that had to go.

Although there is a way to aptly sum it all up.

Fuck.

Flushing the toilet

Don't blog about your work because you never know who's reading.

But that said, I still think there are incompetent people in middle management whose sole purposes in life are to leech off the system, ride on their ground people's sweat and blood, go home to their sad excuses for a life and attempt to make sense of their sad existences.

I'm just not saying who.

:P

I'm retarded

ARGH I can't believe I left my laundry back in camp!!! Now I have to drive an hour plus to get it! @#$@# So much for a good weekend's rest...

With Christ in the vessel

I haven't been kept up so late in quite a while. I don't know if it's the thought of the impending crazy work week ahead or the coffee I drank some hours ago.. or perhaps just trying to get used to not having BY around.

Perhaps it's the combination of all that. Or perhaps it's the still tingling pain I get in my shoulder that's been bothering me for close to a month. I've more or less come to accept that it might be permanent residual pain, but I'm determined not to let it affect my lifestyle. Tomorrow... or perhaps later is my physio session and the start of a long road to recovery. I'm trying to bring back the passion and the discipline I once had that kept me training 6 days a week. I'm trying to bring back the focus and the drive I had in making every day count. I'm trying to remember what it's like to live each day as if it were my last.

And I realised I haven't changed much. I'm still me. 

And I'm glad. 

Wtf random accused!!

Ok think big blue skies. 

Happy thoughts.

You're making me hot hot hot

I'm not a huge fan of air conditioning, but 32 degrees at night is getting a wee bit uncomfortable... What's with the weather these days anyway?

There is a much much much larger world out there. Let us not be myopic and concentrate on the fly on the wall only to miss out on the bigger picture.