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Empty is what it feels like starting all over again and certainly homecoming doesn’t feel that way.
Or when you run out of words because flashes of places, faces and all those sorts come in mind and you run out of words to write.
I need a new table, not a used one, white straight from Ikea. It is just too bad they don’t sell those skinny long table tops like they do in Australia as I really the proportion, I like the table I had in Melbourne.
I want an apartment, 2 bedrooms in a proper area. It has to have a nice pool opened to the night skies. I never did like the midget sized indoor ones at my apartment in Melbourne. It doesn’t make sense for me to pay rent monthly when I can be paying that amount back to my dad, if he were to lend me the money. I’ve been broke, lived on white rice and canned beans to know not to ever again. Instead of being awfully tempted to spend it on a new merc, it makes more sense to lend it to me. I’ll even throw in interest.
I would love to have the new c-class but the test drive ended in disappointment. It’s a nice car, nicely put together and well, that’s about it. It isn’t special and the dashboard finishing is completely horrible. Half the price and you could get a Civic. That would be a better buy since both have no character, no soul what so ever.
A 1968 240D, I would gladly buy one and restore, once I have enough money lying around.
I’ve worked it out. In a year and a half I’ll be able to afford the bank loan. Either way I am getting a place.
The office is not what it was like anymore. 736 days until the day I tender my resignation.
The other office has something most offices don’t, and it is none other than old values. Nothing can buy those souls. It’s the closest thing to family. I will be back.
I see a linear marble bench top, spanning from the end of the entry right across the living room to the balcony, dotted with unbleached cotton pillows. An Arcam Solo finishes the other end.
The pillows are great for people to sit during after parties, after barbeques or just the impromptu cook over. A few carefully selected framed photos will make great conversation pieces. Close friends will of course hang out at the balcony, sipping Johnny’s and laughing over those days.
Close friends who today have been even scarcer. We won’t forget those who forgot, and the very one from those days who now fucked us because he thinks he’s made it. We are just a little over 25, there’s plenty of time for us to engineer your downfall. I won’t because I wasn’t always that close to you, but the other chap will because he was and I won’t lift a finger to stop him and neither to help you. You fucked up big time this time around you coward, you always were.
30 will still remain, 33 the most when everything should come together and hopefully we can sit at Chilli’s, right there at good old BSC knowing things worked out and we finally made it while we wait for our women to arrive for they will be, as expected late.
And for her whom which by then I will just have the faintest memory of good times together, to find peace. I did love her once no matter if that is relevant on that day or even today.
Maybe emptiness is happiness yet to come, sadness is when they were not treasured and relieve is by knowing that they will be.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Or when you run out of words because flashes of places, faces and all those sorts come in mind and you run out of words to write.
I need a new table, not a used one, white straight from Ikea. It is just too bad they don’t sell those skinny long table tops like they do in Australia as I really the proportion, I like the table I had in Melbourne.
I want an apartment, 2 bedrooms in a proper area. It has to have a nice pool opened to the night skies. I never did like the midget sized indoor ones at my apartment in Melbourne. It doesn’t make sense for me to pay rent monthly when I can be paying that amount back to my dad, if he were to lend me the money. I’ve been broke, lived on white rice and canned beans to know not to ever again. Instead of being awfully tempted to spend it on a new merc, it makes more sense to lend it to me. I’ll even throw in interest.
I would love to have the new c-class but the test drive ended in disappointment. It’s a nice car, nicely put together and well, that’s about it. It isn’t special and the dashboard finishing is completely horrible. Half the price and you could get a Civic. That would be a better buy since both have no character, no soul what so ever.
A 1968 240D, I would gladly buy one and restore, once I have enough money lying around.
I’ve worked it out. In a year and a half I’ll be able to afford the bank loan. Either way I am getting a place.
The office is not what it was like anymore. 736 days until the day I tender my resignation.
The other office has something most offices don’t, and it is none other than old values. Nothing can buy those souls. It’s the closest thing to family. I will be back.
I see a linear marble bench top, spanning from the end of the entry right across the living room to the balcony, dotted with unbleached cotton pillows. An Arcam Solo finishes the other end.
The pillows are great for people to sit during after parties, after barbeques or just the impromptu cook over. A few carefully selected framed photos will make great conversation pieces. Close friends will of course hang out at the balcony, sipping Johnny’s and laughing over those days.
Close friends who today have been even scarcer. We won’t forget those who forgot, and the very one from those days who now fucked us because he thinks he’s made it. We are just a little over 25, there’s plenty of time for us to engineer your downfall. I won’t because I wasn’t always that close to you, but the other chap will because he was and I won’t lift a finger to stop him and neither to help you. You fucked up big time this time around you coward, you always were.
30 will still remain, 33 the most when everything should come together and hopefully we can sit at Chilli’s, right there at good old BSC knowing things worked out and we finally made it while we wait for our women to arrive for they will be, as expected late.
And for her whom which by then I will just have the faintest memory of good times together, to find peace. I did love her once no matter if that is relevant on that day or even today.
Maybe emptiness is happiness yet to come, sadness is when they were not treasured and relieve is by knowing that they will be.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
