Today the world lost a good one

Some days you wonder how the world is working. How can there be good, how can there be hope, how can so much bad happen to so many people who do no harm to others. Unfortunately, today is one of those for me. 

Today I discovered in the most impersonal of fashions, that what was once a very close friend, has passed away. Not through disease, not through underhanded actions, not whilst causing any harm to anyone. Instead, in the prime of her life, she lost her life in a plane crash paying tribute to people like my grandfather – preparing to walk the Kokoda Trail. And as the realisation sets in that such a positive light in anyone’s life will no longer be, I start to reflect on the time we spent together with a new appreciation.

She was the girl I met on my first day at Uni. With the brightest smile in the room, she was always the one who was last to get the dirty joke. She started and finished everything with 100% effort and was always ready to try something new. She was the one who would never just sit and listen to us ramble on about dreams of travel, but instead put into action our ramblings, realising for a group of us a cruise around the Pacific Islands, a trip to the snow. No matter how big or small, she was always ready to take it and run with it.

She was the first one to dive down a ski run while the rest of contemplated it, regardless of having never done it before. As she disappeared into the fog we all held our breath, hoping she would be alive at the other end. 
One by one, we all followed her down…such was the impact she had.

She was the one girl I could race around the roundabouts of Brighton with a serious challenge on my hands. She was the most excited, and proud, to be getting her new car.

She is the girl you just don’t forget, unique in her enthusiasm for life, warm in her innocence and simplicity. Always eager to go beyond, always eager to please, she was destined to be a great mother some day.

I will miss her, and I know anyone who ever came in contact with her would say the same. It will forever be a regret that I wasn’t a great part of her life recently but I take comfort in knowing that she died performing a truly fitting duty as an Aussie, as an adventurer, as a person to admire. As Kel.

You will forever be miseed.

Rest in peace.

xx

Bored Relations?

Last Saturday I went with the other half to a very swish restaurant. It had been decided when we went there for our anniversary that we would return - each with a pair of friends, both of which we saw would get along very well indeed. We spent on dinner what some people earn in a month I'm sure, but after nice wine and food, along with great company, we called the night a complete success. 

After dinner we pushed on back at one of the couple's places and eventually climbed into a cab early in the morning. We had had a great a night without even the thought of a club. So it got me thinking about how my life has changed. 

I started also wondering whether people would think perhaps this had become a little tame for me. No more big benders where I spend more time with dance floor than anyone else, instead dinners at nice restaurants, excursions to wineries, weekends at the holiday house in the snow.
Contemplating not of my next car as a hot convertible, rather a 4wd to hold skis and a dog!?  

Is it true: When love strikes, so too does the boringness?

And if yes, how did I end up here, whilst being so happy about it?  

The Al Show

I sometimes feel like I am on the Truman show. So many things just seem to happen to me with such large coincidence that I don't believe they aren't orchestrated. Jobs would just come at the right time, money would come into it life...all the stuff that just doesn't seem to happen to other people.

So it seems that prior to the last twelve months or so the viewers of my very own Truman Show had got a little bored. The result was that the producers turned up the heat; love, work and family suddenly got a little bit crazy. The viewers seem to like to see me grappling with a number of things at once. Maybe they wonder when I will break?

Right now however they are cutting me some slack, with the romance shaping up to be something worth seeing! Last night came confirmation of this with a (drunk) friend telling me he thought me and the other half were meant to be together. Usually no-one pays attention to these drunken ramblings but he elaborated with such precision and passion that I couldn't help but pay attention! And so at a time when, once again on cue, I needed reminding someone was there to do it! 

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The path to responsibility

It really has been way too long since I last posted, but seriously I have been so busy. I could give you all the excuses but really it's because the other half was on holiday for a month. Yes that's right, a month of annual leave.

Part of it we spent overseas, some of it he spent here while I went back to work to get a mountain of work underway - one I should get through by August! Some of our time was good, some of it was challenging but needless to say we have come out the other end...and knowing each other a whole lot more about each other; ready to start considering the next chapter of our relationship.

Part of that consideration going on in my head has been forced upon me a bit, as my apartmet is for sale and thus a chapter of my life really is about to come to a close. Most people who know me are fully aware that living where I do is
part of my personality. It has a large effect on how I live my life by virtue of where it is. I chose to live here for two reasons: it's close to my friends, and it's near the clubs I go to! The fact that everything else is so close has helped
to define how I live my life day to day and has become an integral part of why I love living here.

With all if this about to come to a close I have started reflecting on how life has been here, how much fun I have had and how much I really will miss it. The current path says I won't be back here again in this guise, but should that ever change, I know where I can return to really live and have fun. Just knowing that will probably be enough when I move.

Responsibilty here I come...but hey, it's been a damn fun path that got me there!

Al

Invasion

It's not great to come home to a note stuck to your door, as it usually means something from the body corporate telling us what we should, or more likely shouldn't, be doing.

Tonight I came home rather merry and found a note in my door. Opening it I was confronted by a complete invasion of my personal safety, with the note being from the apartment right next to me informing us that they had been broken into last night. Made worse was the news that it was from the front door...which means we were all potential targets. It's not nice to know that people were comitting this crime just metres from what I usually think of as a place of safety - my 'sanctuary' if you like.

I hope it was a one off, but something tells me once the security is breached it's a known weakness and they might be back.

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Time For A Change

After the app on my iPhone decided it wasn't working my blogging took a major hit. Here it is working again (for the time being!) and so posts are hopefully coming your way!

Today I decided it was time for a change and for the first time in nearly two years I took the tram home. How odd it was, to see different types of people, different buildings. Even the smallest of changes makes a day more interesting!

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Stupity at new levels

From the Connex website:

We wanted to explain to our customers what actually happens when the temperatures rise. In extreme heat:

the metal tracks, which can become as hot as 60°C, expand and have the potential to buckle;
sun-glare affects the ability to properly see signals and station monitors;
fires can break out beside train lines and in timber sleepers;
the air conditioning units on many of our trains are only designed to operate up to 35°C and thus have the potential to fail in extreme heat;
the power supply to trains can fluctuate leading to faulty lights and other electrical problems; and
power outages are also common due to the multiple demands on Melbourne’s power supply.


Sun glare?? WTF???? Put your visor down, or wear a pair of sunglasses!?!? If people in cars can deal with having to see a traffic light every ten metres, how the hell do train drivers get so confused by the signals??

What's more, that is all they have to watch! There's no other trains on their line they have to contend with steering around!! Connex you have done it again...now we are entrusting our lives twice a day to people who are either colour blind or so stupid they should not be let out of the house, let alone piloting overcrowded trains all day.

Either that, or you just can't think of a better excuse. Which makes me think perhaps you are as stupid as the train drivers you purport to hiring.

Al