Joonbi, Choolbal, GO!
It's been a while since I last logged on. Not that it's hard to keep filling this blog.. but it's the nature of it. I'm not keeping a journal here. And I'm not exactly publishing ground-breaking theories or anything alike. It's down to when the feeling is right and there's something to say. And I still reckon the blog keeping is a passive form of being ever so slightly schizophrenic. C'mon.. who do you think you're talking to here? The PC? It ain't gonna talk back to you, boy. Technological singularity is a lifetime away.
No.
This here is about clearing the mind. Something an actual dialogue would disturb and counteract to. And speaking out loud to myself would freak the sh*t out of me. So might as well blog it. It's the 21'st century, for f*cks sake. They have Chuck Norris jokes and naked people on the internet. This here will blend in just fine.
First things first.
Looks like it's back to Estonia on Thursday, for the long run this time. Nothing too big or overwhelmingly important - just a change in scenery. Scary? Is it f*ck. Just the same as getting a new life I suppose. A job, a place to live, smart looks and all the accessories. Walk the walk, talk the talk. How much have you got and how cool are you about it. The UK is not even RELAXED compared to Est, it's in a coma. Plain and simple. So the first months will be hectic, frantic, crazy, no rules applicable. It's going to be like waking up from hibernation. So. Am I clear on this?
Crystal. Bring it on. This time it's homeground, piece of piss.
Second things second.
The bigger they are, the harder they hit. Picked up on my Shotokan again, and tell you what.
#¤%&€@£½^§*.
Last time around I got battered by the 2nd degree dan and was gagging for payback. With interest and all. Now all I'm gagging for is morphine and a massage. All good fun of course, sparring with a smile and all that. And God how I LOVE IT. Feeling GREAT! The morning will reverberate it from a different angle though.. with pain being the mystery guest on the show.
Applause!
Got myself some cold weather gear last week. They say it's Cold up there. And it's only November. Xmas on it's way.. same as New Year.
Not ready to map those dates yet. I think it's the fifth year in a row to see me spending Xmas alone. But let's not get all misty-eyed yet.. this ain't the Bridget Jones' diary.
And mind me - not that I've seen the movies or anything, but that lesbian girl in the second part?
HOT.
No.
This here is about clearing the mind. Something an actual dialogue would disturb and counteract to. And speaking out loud to myself would freak the sh*t out of me. So might as well blog it. It's the 21'st century, for f*cks sake. They have Chuck Norris jokes and naked people on the internet. This here will blend in just fine.
First things first.
Looks like it's back to Estonia on Thursday, for the long run this time. Nothing too big or overwhelmingly important - just a change in scenery. Scary? Is it f*ck. Just the same as getting a new life I suppose. A job, a place to live, smart looks and all the accessories. Walk the walk, talk the talk. How much have you got and how cool are you about it. The UK is not even RELAXED compared to Est, it's in a coma. Plain and simple. So the first months will be hectic, frantic, crazy, no rules applicable. It's going to be like waking up from hibernation. So. Am I clear on this?
Crystal. Bring it on. This time it's homeground, piece of piss.
Second things second.
The bigger they are, the harder they hit. Picked up on my Shotokan again, and tell you what.
#¤%&€@£½^§*.
Last time around I got battered by the 2nd degree dan and was gagging for payback. With interest and all. Now all I'm gagging for is morphine and a massage. All good fun of course, sparring with a smile and all that. And God how I LOVE IT. Feeling GREAT! The morning will reverberate it from a different angle though.. with pain being the mystery guest on the show.
Applause!
Got myself some cold weather gear last week. They say it's Cold up there. And it's only November. Xmas on it's way.. same as New Year.
Not ready to map those dates yet. I think it's the fifth year in a row to see me spending Xmas alone. But let's not get all misty-eyed yet.. this ain't the Bridget Jones' diary.
And mind me - not that I've seen the movies or anything, but that lesbian girl in the second part?
HOT.
posted by Henri M at 10:18 AM
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