Hmm...ages since I've posted anything remotely 'reflective' here. I guess it depends on moods and the need to share.

 

i.e. me. It's so freakin' cold, exams suck, I don't have enough money etc etc... To myself that is, I'm a complainer not a whiner. Don't even know if there's a difference.

Anyhow, if you stop and think about it, complaining can make you feel blessed. Yeah, weird huh?

It's cold, but at least I've got a jacket and a roof over my head. May not be my own house but still a house.

Exams suck, but this is my chance at getting an education.

I don't have enough money (Is there ever enough? I digress...), but oh well, I'll be making plenty someday.

I'm so busy I don't have time to hang out or catch-up with friends, but at least I have friends 

I have to clean out my rats cage and all their shit, but hey, I have two loving ratty boys (bet you don't hear that everyday huh? Love my boys muacks muacks muacks)

 

So...complain more and be merry!

 

Pride was on the 16th after my Property law exam. Thought checking it out would be a good way to get my mind of exams. Find it so hard to rest my brain cells once we enter exam period. The only thing that works seems to be TV and basketball. Met with EV and watched the march on the bridge over the cultural centre busway. Nice...the raving motorcycles of the dykes on bikes. Always wished I would ride a cool chopper type bike. Someday someday....

 

 

Fair...not to bad. Lots of freebies and condoms...haha...So many condoms. Children...safe sex not abstinence! lol...don't mind me.

And the fairies...I mean literally, the guys in the pink fairy suits. And 'tina turner'. Yes...interesting. And they've got this dive group going, might check it out if its cheap (yes I'm a cheap bastard too).

 

Not a very big fair, didn't take us long to browse everything.

 

3 down, 1 more to go! Woohoo!

 

Sh|t...this entry took longer than I expected. Back to work...

 

 

Regina Spektor - On The Radio

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again