Could I write a book?I think writing a book is like being in a long relationship. It's all wonderful and the story is captivating until you run out of ideas or the ones you have lead down a path you don't want to go.
And if either of those happen can you turn it around?
I guess that's what sorts the good writers from the bad ones, the ability to keep the story going and keep it interesting, through thick and thin, no matter how long the book actually is.
I think so far I am still a mediocre writer, I have much to learn.
I'm not sleepyIt's past 2 am once again and yet the Sand Man hasn't come calling... once again. That bloody idiot only seems to show when I don't want him to.
Isn't it stupid that he's not around when I go to bed but he's always there in the morning saying "Sorry I was late last night bro... I'll keep you company now, is that cool?"
I look at him sideways and say "Go screw yourself BRO!" and I get up and go about my day.
I make mistakesIt's unfortunate but oh so very true,
That my mistakes haunt me the way they do.
I thought there would come a day
When with great joy I'd be able to say:
"No more mistakes shall I make starting today!"
Yet now I realise that day shall never come
And somehow that thought does not leave me undone.
There will be moments of drunkenness that I should have been sober,
There will be lines drawn that I will dare to cross over,
There will be people I trust to soon and that will screw me over.
Does making a mistake mean you were wrong?
Not always, for some mistakes bring good things along,
They make you think they were ment to be made.
The important thing is not to let the memories of our mistakes fade,
For some day in our future those mistakes may come to our aid.
Full MoonThe full moon still gets me.
It picks me up,
Takes me back,
Back in time.
I go to a different place
Without even moving.
Light clouds move in front of it,
I see a night rainbow
That shows me the colours,
Beautiful colours of my past.
Memories so good
That I shall never lose.
But I realise they are memories,
I'm no longer there.
Time keeps moving
And I keep my memories.
But I realise that's all that rainbow is,
Then the full moon
Picks me back up.
And leaves me right where I started.
I'm not moving but I've moved on.
InspirationInspiration sometimes isn't finding the solution to a problem. Sometimes it's just realising that it has no viable solution.
It's like looking into the distance at night and seeing blinking lights. You have no idea if the light blinks on it's own or if there is some tree, or anything else, fluttering in front of it. There is no way of knowing.
Realising that, learning to live with that problem, and moving past it, THAT is inspiration sometimes.
P.S. - It's amazing what a cigarrette does for you sometimes in the way of clarity.
Biggest understatement everI think it is: "The world is unfair."
Here I was just minding my own business when all of a sudden a show starts on TV about the 20 famous couples that made the most money in 2008. It showed a lot of famous people, from musicians, actors to sports players and models.
Winners? Beyoncé and Jay Z. 82 million dollars in one year... yeah! That's correct.
Taking into account that my salary isn't that bad I can still say "the world is unfair".
However there are a lot of people in this fine place we call Earth that make a lot less money than I do. What can they say? "The world is REALLY unfair"?
What about poor people? What will they say?
What astounded me about this show was that after I added the income of a few of these famous couples it looked like the yearly budget of some countries.
Isn't that disturbing?! Right now the world is going through an economic crisis of huge proportions and still some soccer clubs are willing to pay over 90 million euros for one player? Hey I like soccer
Workaholics, poor bastardsIt saddens me to see that some people don't know when to stop working.
I wonder why that is... Is it that they love their job so much that everything else just takes second place?
What about families, friends, hobbies, alone time... don't people enjoy that anymore? I know I do.
But there are some guys that just can't go away on their days off and that honestly irritates me and I'll tell you why that irritates me. Every time someone is sticking around work on their day off someone else, that is exactly like that and, that is higher up on the job tree is pleased to see that someone loves work as much as they do. That's all very pretty 'n pink but who gets the bad name? The regular guy. Guys like me! Guys that wanna leave on their day off. Guys that wanna get the heck out of there as soon as they can 'cause they want to go be with their friends, family. Or because they just want to go home and rest, relax, play guitar, organize their stamp collection, watch old movies... Whatever they lik
Say "good afternoon"Well yesterday I had to go to the Courthouse in Leiria to give a deposition about a break in at a travel agency, which ocurred in November of last year. Yes justice moves swiftly in Portugal as you can see.
So I get to the address that was on the summoning letter I got and guess what? "Oh that's in another building..." Then why the hell isn't that building's adress on the letter? It's little things like this that hold justice up...
Finally I get to the correct building and go up to the room I'm supposed to go. I enter the room and say: "Good afternoon" (pause, and no reply) I approach one of the two people in the room and say "Hi, I got this summoning letter..." I show her the letter and she says "That's with her." And points at the other person in the room. At this point I'm thinking "She's probably having a bad day..."
So I move over to the next desk and say "Good afternoon, I got this letter..." and the reply was "Pull up that chair and sit." What the? Don't people say good afternoo
GivingAs I walked in to the supermarket the other day I saw a couple of kids at the door begging. I asked one of them "Do you wanna eat something?" She obviously said yes and the one I suppose was her brother said "Chicken please!" but not in a vulgar or demanding way. It was an honest request of a kid that's hungry and liked chicken.
So I went in and I picked up the one item I was there to get for my lunch and a barbecued chicken, a bottle of juice and a couple of oranges.
I paid less than 5 at the check out.
When I came out of the supermarket and handed the girl the bag with the things I bought she said "Thank you and God bless you!" I said "You're welcome" and as I turned around to walk to my car I heard her say to her brother "There's juice and oranges!"
I looked back and they were smiling at each other and it MADE MY DAY!
We ask for so much and some people are joyous for so little.
I don't believe in just giving people money, but when someone is begging it's a good rule of thumb