After a two week absence from the blog, I'm back. This time with a short something to ponder over; here goes:
Consumer glory, fed by the patience of the people.
Merciful conglomerates oversee the seething digital market place.
A raging tide of red figures parts for a retail prophet to lead an army of bidders and investers for whom there seems little else but the cash in their pockets and the wealth they seek.
Blind are they to the affairs that really govern this world and to the condemning forces that overwhelm their own imagined microcosm.
This is their religion, this is their consumate legacy.
Is this really what the world's come to?
Forgetting the importance of the now ordinary concepts of love and family, of sanctity and faith and of pleasure in these things has become the norm.
Once wrapped up so tight, it's difficult to unravel the fabric that holds the greed in place.
This is their religion, this is their consumate legacy.
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Tuesday 21 July 2009
Sunday 5 July 2009
The longest day
I promised myself I wouldn't do this. Everyone's blogs are about their lifes and I wanted mine to be a little different. Just my perspective on the world, as it were.
But this is different.
In the early hours of Sunday 5th July, Jamie Baker, Tom Capewell and a young boy named Noah lost their lives after a car crash.
I found out about the crash at 12:45am on the morning of sunday 5th. I was asked to pray, being told they were all alive and talking with some injuries, so I prayed for a swift recovery and for them to be comforted and went to sleep. It had sounded like they would be ok.
I woke up at 8 o clock to two text messages. One recieved at 1:21am, telling me that Jamie and one of the other boys had died, not knowing if it was Tj or Noah. Then at 5:47am, confirming that all three boys had tragically passed away.
Tj was 17, hoping to start driving soon. Although he and I had our ups and downs, when starting at secondary school, we had been close friends. We joined the same youth group, and shared many incredible, funny and interesting memories.
Jamie was a cheeky, silly guy, always wanting a laugh. Always looking for more out of life. He was known for his long hair and for doing things that other people would consider too dangerous or frightful to do themselves.
I didn't know Noah, being only 8 years old.
Today has been the longest day of my life. A puzzle of remorse, confusion, sadness and sympathy. The reality hasn't sunk in, and I'm dreading the day at school tomorrow.
I remember looking around the sixth form centre, after something my cousin had said in a similar situation. "I thought to myself that some of these guys might not make it to their 21st birthday, maybe not even until they're 18." As morbid as it was, I realised that not everyone in the room would marry and have children. Least of all, did I expect Tom to be that one, nor Jamie.
The guys were vibrant and seemed to have a surplus of life, like it wouldn't run out.
I, personally, will remember these two guys for the light they brought into my life and the lives of my friends.
Have a large one on me boys. See you in a while.
x
But this is different.
In the early hours of Sunday 5th July, Jamie Baker, Tom Capewell and a young boy named Noah lost their lives after a car crash.
I found out about the crash at 12:45am on the morning of sunday 5th. I was asked to pray, being told they were all alive and talking with some injuries, so I prayed for a swift recovery and for them to be comforted and went to sleep. It had sounded like they would be ok.
I woke up at 8 o clock to two text messages. One recieved at 1:21am, telling me that Jamie and one of the other boys had died, not knowing if it was Tj or Noah. Then at 5:47am, confirming that all three boys had tragically passed away.
Tj was 17, hoping to start driving soon. Although he and I had our ups and downs, when starting at secondary school, we had been close friends. We joined the same youth group, and shared many incredible, funny and interesting memories.
Jamie was a cheeky, silly guy, always wanting a laugh. Always looking for more out of life. He was known for his long hair and for doing things that other people would consider too dangerous or frightful to do themselves.
I didn't know Noah, being only 8 years old.
Today has been the longest day of my life. A puzzle of remorse, confusion, sadness and sympathy. The reality hasn't sunk in, and I'm dreading the day at school tomorrow.
I remember looking around the sixth form centre, after something my cousin had said in a similar situation. "I thought to myself that some of these guys might not make it to their 21st birthday, maybe not even until they're 18." As morbid as it was, I realised that not everyone in the room would marry and have children. Least of all, did I expect Tom to be that one, nor Jamie.
The guys were vibrant and seemed to have a surplus of life, like it wouldn't run out.
I, personally, will remember these two guys for the light they brought into my life and the lives of my friends.
Have a large one on me boys. See you in a while.
x
Thursday 2 July 2009
Orgies, The Mona Lisa and OCD.
On my travels through the internet this evening, several interesting things caught my attention.
Orgies began as religious events, originating in Greece, by way of an offering to the Gods.
Studies have proven that it is harder to tell a convincing lie to someone that you find sexually attractive.
The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows - Check it out.
The Nazi SS uniforms were designed by Hugo Boss.
80% of all pictures on the internet are of naked women.
Fascinating.
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I've recently heard of many people's strange obsessive compulsive habits.
Mine personally is that the duvet must be exactly in the middle of bed. Ie, the exact same length dangling off each side.
Comment me with yours :)
x
Orgies began as religious events, originating in Greece, by way of an offering to the Gods.
Studies have proven that it is harder to tell a convincing lie to someone that you find sexually attractive.
The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows - Check it out.
The Nazi SS uniforms were designed by Hugo Boss.
80% of all pictures on the internet are of naked women.
Fascinating.
-
I've recently heard of many people's strange obsessive compulsive habits.
Mine personally is that the duvet must be exactly in the middle of bed. Ie, the exact same length dangling off each side.
Comment me with yours :)
x
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