something profound

in case you're interested. moving away from the song titles now but into something that still involves the arts. maybe song lyrics or other forms of poetry that catch my fancy. these words caught my ear today as i was listening to this song. sent to me from belgium.

You're the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer.

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I'm lost for words.

What have I done it's too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time.

chocolate...snow patrol

school daze

i know i know..i loved school so i've never left. but i think i'm over my secondary school fixation. don't get me wrong. as a place, my secondary school worked for me. academically challenging and structured. just the way i like it. it's silly to wonder what may have happened if i'd have gone to the local public high school (at which a friend now teaches).

i went to a reunion earlier this year. i have now got all that reunion stuff out of my system and probably wont go again. the girl i thought was quite cool, isn't. she's still stuck in the 16 year old mentality...she's 38. get over it. another who's a flash doctor deliberately chose to not talk to me. i mean puh-lease! i'm not losing sleep over it. my life is richer for her not being in it.

but one thing i did like and was my favourite piece at this year's winter choir school was the school prayer. i'll put the text in so you can share it:

Except the Lord build the house,
their labour is but lost that build it.

Build Thou the House then, O Lord,
for Thine own work

Build it as Thou wouldst have it.

Though we see not the plan of the building,
teach us that we may not mar Thy work.

And the building that Thou buildest
shall stand, and shall not fall,
and the gates of Hell shall not prevail against it.

i have no idea who wrote it so i can't credit it. i'm hoping it's a new zealand thing so i can make a tie in with yesterday being new zealand poetry day.

what to say

not quite sure what to ruminate on today. our fair land has been experiencing some earthquakes, but they are too far away for me to feel them. apparently this one was a goodie. we never felt it up here but as you can see there have been plenty of aftershocks.

what else...? apparently the black sox are playing softball in saskatoon in saskatchewan. we are backing up and looking for a fourth title in a row.

the all blacks play the aussies in the bledisloe cup tonight and i am a bit worried. i don't think donald is up to it and piri should be starting. but apparently he doesn't mind being on the bench. not a great attitude so maybe he doesn't want it bad enough.

back to school monday. i'm still tired. could do with another week.

oh crap your pants

choir school has been and gone for another year and planning has begun for the next.

it was a great week for our small group. especially upon the arrival of the bantam. what is it with boys with small man's disease? they have to prove how big and manly they are by being as obnoxious as possible. the last three days turned into an on-going pissing contest with the bantam trying to prove how big and manly he was. sad thing is, the person he was trying to impress couldn't have cared less. it was hilarious until he finally got up my nose.

basically this was a week of little sleep and lots of singing. the music was ok. the anthem in the final service was so good we got applause. even the conductor was surprised that we got such a great, spontaneous response.

i may write more later, i am still trying to recover.

p.s...as for the title, double meaning. institutional food wreaks havoc with one's digestive system. the other is it's a bastardisation of the title of one of the songs we sang.
i thought i'd written something about last year's school but i can't seem to find it. just one more comment...i think i'd said that it (last year) was the filthiest ever, this one was right up there too. the general theme for this year was tissues)if you want to know more...just ask)...

shot down in a blaze of glory

on friday i went bowling...but mainly for the lazer strike that was the dessert. i'm shit at bowling. i peak way too early. and i did. strike with the first ball. it was all downhill from there. until the last frame. i got a strike there too. i didn't win, but i didn't come last. so i'm ok with that. i didn't win the lazer (that's how they spell it...i guess it's funky and appeals to the young'uns who don't care about spelling) strike. but i never got hit enough to lose power in my laser. i'm happy with that. i love laser/lazer strike.

i hate text speak...the second

i really really hate text speak...passionately. which is kinda ironical (yes it's a word (both of them)...again...cos i said so) seeing as i don't use capitals here...(right boy?)...i guess i pick my battles...
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