margins

I don't look at them the same anymore.

Every time I pass one in the street, I wonder about their stories, how they came to be where they are. I can't take my eyes off them. I know some chose to be in that situation, burnt by everything they know to be the staple of society. Others find themselves there out of situational circumstances.

Just the other day I was in the city. A young man from ethiopia struck up a conversation with us and I thought it was a good opportunity. He seemed happy, cheerful, but his eyes betrayed something more. Being in a hurry with no where to go. I didn't know if he was a resident of the city streets or just some guy that just so happens to make friends wherever he went.

Then we passed a soup van. A food van rather. They were handing out sandwiches, packed like they were going to be put on shelves in 7-11. There were a small group of them huddled around, getting possibly their only meal for the day. On the way home, I thought I should have stayed and got to know them.

Matt was right. There are so many excuses we give ourselves so we don't have to stop and get to know them. The poor will always be a part of us and the more we try to rationalise our act of ignorance, the more it will be apparent its issues will be in our society.

All is well when we talk, brainstorm, listen to others talk of their experiences. But unless we actually do something, we are no better than the governments that suck the life out of the people they are meant to protect.

ordinary radicalism

I am inspired:

• to be uncomfortable so that someone else can be comfortable.
• to do more than just put money into a jar to help kids that I'll never meet.
• to look after the people in my own backyard.
• to pay a little bit more so that the person at the bottom of the ladder can do more than survive

Still have yet to finish Shane Claiborne's The Irresistable Revolution. I'm sure I can learn so much more!

nothing is original

easily my favourite song/video at the moment

Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance

when my blood flows into the drain in the middle of the floor

Today I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed, hugging Tigger with tears streaming down my face with no apparent reason (even to myself). A few days ago, I caught myself wondering what will happen if I swallowed more than the prescribed dose of panadol.

The only reason I'm not dead right now is because I have too much to live for.

Expectations of life, I guess.

crash worthy

Do you know of the supercheap auto ad that gives you advise about how you're sitting in your car?

Well, apparently the right leg needs to rest against the door and the left against the middle bit (I don't know what it's called). I tried it while in my car this afternoon and guess what? If I had my leg against the door, my foot can't reach the pedal and with the other leg against the middle bit, it feels like I'm trying to do the splits while driving.

That advise was so great, I might actually try it while driving.

bedtime story

s.o.s.

I'm getting impatient again.

HELP!

green

Oh how I wish I could just smash everything into oblivion
when the subject of my heart's desire
is so far out of reach

music & personality

According to BBC news, I am lazy, rough, introverted, have low self esteem, but quite creative.

the music was not too loud

// All I could here all night was a highpitched ditzy voice:

"I'm not a tightarse, but..."

"Oh, look at this picture! I have it as my profile photo!"

"Are you sure I've got his CD? I thought you bought it....no, I definitely have it"

"I like this song."

"And this song."

"And this song."

All though the gig! Sigh. Some people have no courtesy. //

long night, hold tight

Take this heart,
it and all these scars

- ellington