Highlight of my Week

Dear Thelma,

I met M 52 minutes ago. She was introduced to me through a friend of mine (L), and I thought she was a rather nice person. I did notice that she was in a distraught state though, having just been caught in a minor accident. She woefully told me of how her parents would kill her if they found out, and ban her from ever driving the Honda again. She made it sound like the entire bonnet had been crumpled like a sardine can. In reality, the top of the first letter in her number plate, a "B", had cracked and fallen off somewhere irrecoverable. It was 7pm on a Friday night and all the nearby mechanic shops had already closed. To make matters more complicated, she was acting in a drama which was to start at 8.30pm. With time running out, she hopped in the car with L and took off to the nearest ACE hardware store. There, they purchased a white "no parking" sign, a saw, and some super glue. I met them as they pulled into a parking space, and we immediately began cracking our heads on how to temporarily fix her number plate. The plan was to create a passable impression of a "B" so that her parents would not notice it in the night, then take it for actual repairs the next day. We began sawing off our first little piece, when a call came. Her parents were on the way to see her drama! She began panicking again but was calmed down by L. At that point another car pulled into the adjacent parking space. It was a mutual acquaintance of me and L that did not know M either (J). Being helpful, he came over to investigate and immediately became part of our impromptu repair team. Then another call came with even worse news. Time had finally run out; M and L had to go backstage to put on their make up. Thinking we were up to the job, me and J told them to go quickly. So hastily they went on their way, leaving us two boys crouching down in front of an expensive car belonging to someone else that neither of us really knew, fiddling with a saw and a piece of plastic.

So dear Thelma, my dilemma is rather simple.

What the heck do I do if her parents park near by, recognize the car, and come over?

Awkward Boy




Ps, this all actually happened, with perhaps a bit of drama added...

Okay, maybe a lot of drama added.

And if you're wondering, we didn't encounter her parents.

Thank God.

Torn Up

I haven't updated in ages.

I know.

It was a busy December but I came out of it with nothing much to say. At least, nothing that's not already been said, out loud, a million times. If the words didn't make it online some other way then I'm sorry but you'll have to wait till I'm in the mood. Meanwhile I'll sit here enjoying the power I have over the possible non-dissemination of my December holidays.

I know.

What the heck right?

Well January went by in a blur too and my birthday? It was, hehehhh, well, if you weren't there then you weren't there.

So sue me for being in a bad mood. I’m a sucker for brooding.

But at the same time I’m a sucker for indecision, always trapped between two choices; or very well maybe eleven. Squeeze the pressure and I’ll most often choose the right one, provided “right” doesn’t become too subjective, but if you let me sit down and not choose, if it suits me I certainly will.

But why does “right” sometimes have to be so darn hard?

My aforementioned bad mood would be because of two people very dear to me that have left to go back to the states. One of them I am still getting used to not having around (Yes I still miss Sarah), and the other; hurts. Pressure and rationality causes us to make choices that we know we must make, no matter how painful it is, or how much you sacrifice in the process.

That’s what I have to keep reminding myself.

How do two people part, knowing that neither wants to, nor ultimately has to? Knowing that following this choice, both will walk away will a special affinity that may fade into either a beautiful friendship, or one which may never fade at all. And that while the years go by, each and either will move on, or linger behind in memories. A hopeful ‘nother cannot compete with a treasured memory. So the one who may linger behind will be trapped not in indecision, but in a cage delicately crafted by devotion.

But what of the alternative; to keep the beautiful treasure alive, even though it would be stretched thin by thousands of miles. The result is the same, but with a more immediate effect and utmost certainty. I cannot bear to bind her in a cage, and it matters not if she wants to be bound, for time will break down that cage and shatter the treasure, casting its shards aside like the dead leaves of a tree in a storm; lost and mostly irrecoverable.

So I choose to leave myself torn in the right decision, as does she, and I can only hope for the strength to pull us both through. I hope it is the right choice, to be trapped in no cage, and to hold onto the slowly fading radiance of what we had as it slips through my fingers.


A world of dew,
and within every dewdrop
a world of struggle

~Issa, 1763-1827~

Stolen

It is much like having a thief chase you down the street, knowing that eventually you'll run out of road and have to face something inevitable. But in the haste of running, we so often overlook the tiny alleys we could have dodged into, thus saving us that fate. We would have noticed them, had we taken little more than 2 seconds worth of time to be logical, rational, unemotional.

But we don't do we?

And so we keep running, down the street, on and on, until he catches up with us. And then he robs us of many things that we hold dear, taking as he will. After all, anger is a relentless pursuer, one that will not give up until he has had his fill; and he is certainly one who knows how to get it.

Hate is a strong word.

I hate fallouts.

Saline Solution

A man's life often starts out with learning. He learns as he grows, about life, and the many things in it, then sets out into the world seeking to learn more, and gain more knowledge. After spending the better half of his early life, he finally gains enough knowledge to realize that he knows nothing.

How ironic.

It's like trying to drain the ocean of its water by drinking it one cup at the time, over and over and over, eventually leading you into salt induced brain damage.

Knowledge is priceless,
Ignorance is bliss.
But ignorance,
Is no excuse.

Share your cup of seawater with someone, today.

;-)

My Little Siege Engine, Breaking Into Your Castle

It is such an amazing feeling when someone stares at you in pure astonishment, followed by shock, then breaks into disbelieving laughter, or screams, or the best: a stunned silence. It's even better because you know that you caused it

For me, that is the highlight of doing magic.

I've been practicing a few of my favorite routines, refining them, and testing them. The sheer impact you cause on people is priceless!

I was walking around the church area the other day, and approached a random group of mingling college students. I introduced myself and did one effect. Just one.

It left them reeling, almost literally.

After all the tension was released, cards tucked safely away in my back pocket, they instantly struck up a conversation. Barriers were down, they were relaxed and at ease.

Barely five minutes before, I had not met them.

Yeah sure, their reactions were priceless, but only after walking away did I realize that the reactions they gave me were only one minor thing. The way they had opened up to me later, was priceless-er! No matter what age, what gender, what race; magic broke down the barriers of prejudice. Barriers which I might not have been able circumvent for anything else in the world.

Never again will I underestimate the power of magic.

Trickery

The world invites deception

Ask And Ye Shall Receive

Thank you Lord,
For this parking lot,
That we have got,
Upon this spot.