I commited myself to recover my health after the heart operation and finally started to practice again.
Changed the style from ton lon chuan to north shaolin also.
Feelin’ good!
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that’s it. Partner. The joint is in full tilt. I barely am able to do several things I enjoy, but it’s, like, deliver pain or sumpin’.
Interesting times.
In fact, I didn’t gave up. I was prohibited by cardiologist. You see, I’ve endured a heart surgery early this year and there are some things I just can’t do no more. Smoking, for once. And kung-fu.
Blimey!
I go for the real deal: fresh ingredients everytime I can. Hate canned stuff, hate pre-made seasoning that makes everything taste the same.
Now I have a little space outside my window. Thyme, bay, marjoran, peppermint and rosemary. That should be a good start.
Everything was going fine. Now she want’s to stop by and discuss some issues. Not money issues, since we ain’t got none.
I wonder…
So it was simple. Then, me and my ex- went to try on more tricky ones, like doing it around the cherry seed.
Oh, my. Worth the laughs, and a big turn on too.
Grabbed some pret-à-porter template and bam! There it goes.
Now to the fine tuning: some javascript and small adjusts.
Oh, and try and make ‘em archives do point to the right directories.
At the 9th week of 2006, I’v been to the movies 6 times. Problem is: I hate going to the cinema alone, so I’ll have to pester my friends more often.
But, then, you see, my life is allways on the fast lane. And there’s a yoga academy in my block.
Goota wake up an hour earlier, though, and THAT I don’t think I’m capable of.
Tamed. It doesn’t mean I AM a good sax player. Maybe the clarinet will improve my sax playing, but I have a feeling I’ll switch entirely.
Time. Allways Cronos, the bastard.
Did it and started my tattoos. So, now, in Brazil, only after a year I get the tattoo I’ll be allowed to donate again.
Whatever.
I really felt like something was missing. Now it isn’t anymore.
Although I had already forgotten how it HURts!
Whew.
But worthy it.
OK, so it’s already two months or so that I cook for my friends at least once a week. And now my fridge is full of beer cans and wine bottles, for these people think I’m some kind of Bacchus son or wannabe.
Gotta throw a party soon, or I’ll run outta space.
Or maybe I’ll donate it.
Better video card, better motherboard and chip. More RAM. 19” monitor.
Man, twice the fun.
Oh, did I mention a bluetooth card and my iBook “talking” to it?
The koi is outlined. Next saturday, the dragon will be. And it’s getting really good.
Problem is: a fear that I’ll became addicted to it.
In many ways.
Even though the time is an issue, I’ve managed some to practice and study musical theory. It all boils down to this: you reach a point where you KNOW you can’t play any better if you don’t start studying. So I reached my limits. It’s time to push the boundaries.
My woman left me. I lose my appetite. Ten pounds lighter and I think my heart is missing. And that alone must count as 2 pounds.
Whaddayasay? One acn’t have it all.
