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		<title>Of nothing much in particular and yet of everything</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hmmmm&#8230;quite an evening. Went to The Hungarian Bar as it was Brilliant Hungarian&#8217;s bday party. Left early as poor Bambi was&#8230;to put it lightly&#8230;in pain. But of course, stoically handling said severe pain. Freaking idiot. Man, I love those people. Should hopefully see them again soon. Swine flu has thus far precluded any visits to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmmmm&#8230;quite an evening. Went to <strong>The Hungarian Bar</strong> as it was <strong>Brilliant Hungaria</strong>n&#8217;s bday party. Left early as poor <strong>Bambi</strong> was&#8230;to put it lightly&#8230;in pain. But of course, stoically handling said severe pain. Freaking idiot.</p>
<p>Man, I love those people. Should hopefully see them again soon. Swine flu has thus far precluded any visits to the legendary bar and ridiculously witty conversations* and syrupy cold vodka. (Or in this case, gin.) But with CC abandoning us (read ME..sigh&#8230;oh how I love being gyroscopically self involved) we will be there again soon.</p>
<p><strong>Bams</strong>, well. I have no idea what to say. Perhaps a word like &#8220;reconnection&#8221; or &#8220;hot damn&#8221; suffice. But even that fails miserably. That was the quickest dinner I have ever had /grin.</p>
<p>I have to work tomorrow. Which is both good and incredibly meh. 325 325 325&#8230;</p>
<p>1. Word of the day: &#8220;following distance&#8221;</p>
<p>2. Insight of the day: Rules, if made by itself, are remarkably easy to bend, extend and then break like it was never really a rule so much as a guideline.</p>
<p>3. State of the pool: Stirred by an unforseen wind, somewhat choppy but nevertheless crystal.</p>
<p>4. Random thought: Split keyboards are lovely for the wrists but a bitch to get used to again.</p>
<p>5. Awesomest lines:<strong> Life is Elsewhere by Milan Kundera</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;The opportunity had been irrevocably lost, and Jaromil heard only the feeble sound of water draining from the bathtub into distance sewers; the irretrievability of this marvelous opportunity broke his heart, for he knew that the chance to spend an evening alone in the house with Magda would not come again soon, and that even if it were to occur, the key would long since have been replaced and Magda would have double locked herself in. He lay on his bed in despair. But what made him feel worse than the loss of the opportunity was the dispair he felt at the thought of his timidity, his weakness, his stupidly pounding heart, which had deprived him of his presence of mind and spoiled everything. He felt a violent </strong><em><strong>distaste</strong></em><strong> for himself. &#8220;</strong></p>
<p>* Yes,<strong> CC </strong>was in attendance. As was El the Legend.</p>
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		<title>Of rediscovering old friends and blood sizzling joy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have no idea where to start. I am so incredibly happy that I feel like I breathe by expanding my lungs past my ribs and inhaling popping candy oxygen. I love my life. I do not deserve this blessing nor this blood sizzling joy. And no, I am not in love. Factors contributing to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have no idea where to start. I am so incredibly happy that I feel like I breathe by expanding my lungs past my ribs and inhaling popping candy oxygen. I love my life. I do not deserve this blessing nor this blood sizzling joy. And no, I am not in love.</p>
<p><strong>Factors contributing to said haemoglobin /bounce:</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">~ I love my <strong><em>job</em></strong>. I do. It has the odd icky bit but mostly it is wonderful. I believe in my company and our unique little snowflakeness. I love knowing that what we do make a difference in the world and though we may not be Google, we are on our way there.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">~ I have my <strong><em>Dell</em></strong> (souped up Latitude D620). I know that it seems silly, and ownership is not my thing, but it is my first PC. The rest have been loans or gifts but this one is mine*.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>~ <strong>Friends</strong></em>. Do you know what it is like to be in a feedback loop of got-your-back-love**? I have the great privilege of being allowed into the lives of the coolest people I have ever met. When lying on a trampoline while sunlight bakes you lazy and cold fresh baby-giggle-scented air wakes you and conversation sustains you, or witty gtalk banter that you wish you could show the world become meh, then life will be awful indeed.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>~ <strong>Faith</strong></em>. Yes I know it makes most of you cringe and scoff but bear with me. Jesus died for me, washed me with His blood to save me from the wrath of the Almighty God. Me. The freaking oilspill, He washed clean. I can&#8217;t explain it and I won&#8217;t force it on you but I know it is true and it makes me so grateful that it brings me to my knees.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>~ <strong>Maybe-love</strong></em>. <strong>/grin</strong>. &#8220;Vry is lekker en vry in die bondel die heel lekkerste&#8221;.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>~ <strong>Rediscovering old friends</strong></em><strong>.</strong> I told you about Bambi. How on earth do I try to sum up 14 years? Or last night&#8217;s +/- 4 hour conversation&#8230;the closest I can come: he and I are war buddies.  I understand why men (or women in combat) can have a more honest and true connection with someone they spent 3 months with in a war zone and didn&#8217;t even particularly like vs their wives  whom they&#8217;ve known and loved their whole lives. .. And we have the added bonus of being way back when maybe-loves. Our lives are irretrievably entangled and that is wonderful. Hearing his voice is like coming home.</p>
<p>1. Word of the day: panoptic (<em>including everything visible in one view</em> &#8211; Sequence Publishing&#8217;s The Sage)</p>
<p>2. Insight of the day: Saying &#8220;I love you&#8221; and &#8220;thank you&#8221; and meaning it, is not done enough.</p>
<p>3. State of the pool: Sweet home made ginger ale.</p>
<p>4. Random thought: How bruised can your legs be before it is uncool to wear a little dress?</p>
<p>5. Awesomest lines. <strong> </strong><strong>Theatre by Elsa Volschenk </strong>©<br />
<strong><br />
show me the room you&#8217;ve prepared for me</strong></p>
<p><strong>the space you&#8217;ve specifically decided<br />
should be assigned to me</strong></p>
<p><strong>show me the passion you&#8217;ve let grow for me</strong></p>
<p><strong>the garden patch of your heart&#8217;s desire<br />
you believe will only bloom for me</strong></p>
<p><strong>show me the love you&#8217;ve saved for me</strong></p>
<p><strong>the commitment and the soul<br />
you are willing to share with me</strong></p>
<p><strong>rehearse your part and i will mine<br />
so that it may all seem like the perfect act<br />
of show and tell</strong></p>
<p>6. Scripture line: John 3:16 (New International Version)</p>
<p><em><sup id="en-NIV-26127">16</sup>&#8220;For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.</em></p>
<p>*<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8g5cZnXCVgQ" target="_blank">Full Metal Jacket rifle prayer</a></p>
<p>**<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Q6Lf37HujM" target="_blank">John Mayer</a>. He may be arrogant but he has a point. And he is a genius.</p>
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