Realistic Idealism

Some days I just don't know how to be happy.
But tomorrow comes and I always try again.

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What a fulfilling day I had today. Of the best sort: not necessarily all fun and games, nor work and progress, but a fruitful cocktail of both. It started off as a relaxing coffee and The Age before GP began, then a morning of wakeful (that's progress, believe me) history-taking, examination, and discussions on Australian cricket and cancelled concerts. With an annoying tram-following drive as intermission, study was done with a mate and I, and ultimately the evening was capped by $10 steaks/unfulfilled parma-pipedreams/pots-of-beer/crazy-pool-games. And it's still only 10pm.

A good evening to you all: sogni d'oro.

Anger Management

Everyone has a different way of dealing with difficult emotions, and one of the most prominent of these is anger. Adam Sandler tried to make it funny, except watching a mostly unfunny Mr Sandler on the silver screen serves only to exacerbate matters.

Anyway.

Psychologists in group therapy teach 'mindfulness', that is, recognising the emotion being felt at the time, so that it may be dealt with in a healthy manner, such as exercise, offloading to a friend, or distraction. Although when anger is mixed with alcohol, danger or indeed hilarity, may ensue. For a good mate of mine this weekend, this included:

Liquid-throwing
Misogynistic expectoration (though rather pa-pa-pathetically)
Punjab-pushing
and
More drinking (of course)

Whereas when I feel angry, I tend to...er

um...

Avoiding Controversy

A little observation that made me chuckle on the inside:
(Yes, I'm the lamest so-and-so in the world etc.)

Just below the Blogger tabs ("Create", "Settings", "Layout" and such) are the sub-tabs (I guess?), one of which is "Moderate Comments". So where should one post divisive, defamatory or delusional ones? What about the inflammatory, incendiary, or the plainly irksome?

*puts away Roget's*

Habitué

ha·bit·u·é

a frequent or habitual visitor to a place, such as a blog.

Respite Fare

Perhaps inappropriately but welcomingly so, the Hadj, Greg and I went out for $4 pizzas at Bimbo's mid-week, accompanied by an obligatory number of beers. Thereafter we met Amer, hailing from the Kingdom of Jordan, a ward of one Director of Surgery at Maroondah Hospital for a few more at Sister Bella's -- yet another of the CBD's well-hidden gems.

Ah Melbourne, you've far from yielded up your treasures willingly!

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In Supplication

This full moon’s eve
All is dead to eye and ear
No fog obscures
No wing cuts
No wind gusts

Full lunacy.

To the fates my bosom bared
And no more in shades I hide

Take me away
I cry
Take me away

In dusk or weather
To the endless ether

But ensnared I remain
Frozen
In your gaze

Wan and waxen
My face bloodless bathed
Still frozen in your arctic gaze

Cycles

The old adage:

Tempora mutantur, nos et mutatur in illis
(Times change, and we change with them)

Really?

I believe that past a certain point we, in ourselves, no longer change in essence. While circumstances and manifestations may differ, at our very core, the stuff of which we are made remains immutable:

Our hopes and dreams,
Our needs and wants,
Our peeves and fears;

And this is something we need to understand and actualise so that, ironically, we can move on in our lives. This is not to say we avoid change and shirk challenge, but rather to prevent us from repeating yesterday's mistakes, or endlessly pursuing novelty or worse, el dorado, to nobody's happiness. Ultimately, this might allow us, as penned by one wise Stephen Stills, to love the one you're with.

Who's that, you ask?

Why, your good self.

Keeping Balance

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

After generally-practicing for most of the week, amongst other things, a night on the town with some of my bestest friends was just what the doctor ordered. Without doubt one of the highlights was the understatedly delightful Little Peninsula, where delicious $13 cocktails are served, oddly but pleasantly, for only $8 on Fridays.

Whoever said a little peninsula cannot satisfy?

To make up for a night of drinking and junk food, I upped my weights today at Body Pump, after which I could barely stay on my two feet. But in a good way. After all, mens sana in corpore sano.

Too true.

Décor

Finally settled on a colour theme. This must be how couples feel when they visit the Dulux showroom.

Yes, yes, conformity blah blah. But blue does go with beige. [Insert Freudian interpretations of the use of beige here] So sue/prosecute/arrest/sic-a-German-shepherd-upon me. 

Première

Début. Opening. Page one. Il primo posto. (Just a guess)

No, I am not thesaurus.

Haven't really the faintest why this blog has been conceived, much less who would bother to read it. If it ends up being an unwilling receptacle for my logorrhoea, then que sera, sera. Bring toilet paper.


Let the frivolous festivities begin!