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The problem with Roleplaying is, life as Tsuki is more fun…
I seem to fit well into playing as Tsuki in our Exalted game, even though the way I seem to be playing is quite unlike me… or is it? The more I think about it, the things I do in life seem to split into Ian-like things and Tsuki-like things… I’m a programmer, but I can skill manage to walk into closed doors… People think I’m reliable, but I still avoid serious things…
But most of all, I keep on dreaming, the most important thing we have in common…
Did I, after all, enjoy that…?
The first two weeks of the course, boring, lots of work, no fun, barely even sunshine, bad food, and we all complained.
And now at last, week three is over… laziness, sunshine, playing frisbee, drinking, and the masked ball… seeing friends but it seeming as if we’d never left Pershore between the weeks…
But now we have. We’ve all left, and we’re not coming back any more. But is that really a good thing? I used to hate Pershore, but now… I’m not so sure…
Life… is a song. For different people, it has different melodies, different beats, a different feel. But it’s still a song. And there are those who dance to their song and flow with their life. There are those who stand uneasily on the dancefloor of life, clutching their pint of stubbornness and try to fight it. And there are those who sit on the edge, watching the dance of life spiral past them…
- Uptime so far today: 20.9 hours.
- Meals consumed today: 7.
- Enjoyable meals consumed today: 3.
- Time spent travelling today: 7 hours.
- Time spent online today: 4 hours.
- Movies watched: 1.
- Anime episodes wathced: 2.
- Business presentations made: 2.
- Newspapers read: 1.
- Number of times playlist on MP3 player has looped: 4 (approx 40 songs total).
- Number of times playlist on computer has looped: 0.15 (approx 230 songs total).
Will have to be awake to buy a Fathers’ Day card and catch a train to Bournemouth in 9 hours’ time.
Status report complete.
I need sleep.
Ah… good day, good day.
The sunlight sleepiness of the morning, the fun of the afternoon, and a peaceful evening too, with the coloured lights of the town shining like a double constellation, on land and reflected in the sea…
I thought about carrying my camera around today, but then I thought that wouldn’t capture all of the essence of it anyway. And besides, in the never-ending future, there’ll be a thousand and more wonderful days like these…
“Wave after wave rolls on, and the water falls, and the line is drawn.
Wave after wave rolls in, and the line is gone where my feet have been.
Hills that I know are there, hidden from my view by the misty air.
Light shining through the grey turns the water deep shades of lilac blue.
Music in every sound, light beyond each cloud, hope in every dream.
Songs like a healing breeze, every breath inhale and the goodness feel.
Lanes that have brought me here, framed in season flowers, lined in summer green…“
— Iona, “Wave After Wave”
Sitting on the windowsill, staring out at the funfair lights across the water, and dreaming… It’s a brief rest from the weekend’s business. A meal out yesterday, barbecue and five visitors to the house tomorrow, Trawler Race Day on Monday, to Bournemouth for the night on Tuesday, then back to Weymouth to recover on Wednesday. And all that time, there’s festivals and celebrations every day here…
But for now, it’s just dreaming in the darkness.
I got some new Tarot cards today - for once, a normal set. I’ve gotta say, I’m really impressed. The deck’s called the Celtic Dragon Tarot, and the artwork is very nice indeed!
Looking at them though, reminded me of the deck I made for myself, just over a year ago now. I remember the cards that were in it, and what they symbolised… it seems I really have changed a lot. The anger, the frustration, the feeling that things are approaching a moment of climax, the feeling that things would soon change… I don’t think I feel any of that now. It must have been months since I was angry… and now I just want happiness to last forever…
Well, about 2 o’clock this afternoon we decided to have a barbecue. About 1 o’clock in the morning, I’m sitting on the stairs in our house, listening to Bob Dylan and swigging Scrumpy straight from the bottle. And I’ve got to go to work tomorrow morning. Well, this morning really.
Well, it was the most fun Sunday I’ve ever had ^_^…
The word “God” means “That of which nothing greater can be concieved”. So, the greatest thing there is, is existence itself. The universe, multiverse, or whatever proves to be the whole of existence.
I’ve never really liked God being represented as a big bloke with a beard or anything like that… I guess I feel that any attempt to describe or depict God detracts from what God is, so there’s no real reason for doing it, apart for making Godhead easier for us to understand. But if by attempting to describe it we detract from what it is, just so we can understand it better, then we aren’t understanding the real thing anyway.
“I make my back, to the hometown that looks just the same.
The schools and the factories, standing alone still remain.
But the faces have changed, and the ones that I knew are gone.
And I hear the laughter and voices still echo my name…“
— Celtus, “Rosa-Ree”
The places I used to live, the places where I shaped my future. The midday sun, shining on the world, illuminating the happiness of past and present… My old home, the park where I played, the river where we walked, the path between the trees, the fields where I lay, the water where I paddled, the roads where I rode my bike, the world that that I loved.
Memories all come back now, visiting the same places and thinking the same things… It’s all here, and as long as I live I’ll never lose it…
The memory… Eighteen years of love and loss, happiness and sadness, memory of the past and hope for tomorrow… Life flowed on, day after day, never skipping a beat in the wonderful play of life.
And now, back on the train… reddened evening light shining on my face through the windows… going back to the new reality, my new home…
An era has ended and a new one has begun. All I can keep is the memories of my past. I’ve got them, and I’m never letting them go now…
I left for my old home this weekend a child, thinking nothing ever changed. I return a man, knowing that, in the end, I changed. We all changed, and the world changed. Memories of the past, forever…
Thus is the Completion of the Moment of Truth.