write a journal

I always write about 8 entries, then I either fear someone will find it, start an online blog, fear someone will find that, or get another notebook or journal that for some reason was better then the first.

this my first time writing a journal..which i was told tat it will do good for me.get to reflex on thing tat have been done on the daily bases.for first i will try once a week..so this how it goes.
today or due to yesterday late nite hogging on the tv i got up still feeling a lil sleepy wishing tat i could just call work n tell them or make excuses for not coming to work,but..i can’t cos i’m the only one working on sunday.me..problem abt me is i hate working even if the job tat i’m doing is easy or even love..basically period i do not like to work just the money tat i make out of it..life can’t be simple as god have said life we must earn..earn for a living,earn respect and earn love..so here i am earning for a living as love and respect is another story tat i not quite tink tat seriously.i start work at 8.30 the journey by bus from my place to work is abt 15min but if i’m luck i don’t need to wait long for the bus to come but if not i have to wait 15-30min.usually the waiting will be when i’m returning from work.i’m never late for work.today like all de suday i have prepare my self mentally for my first class as it always a challange,my frens always tell me if u think tat way it will happen but if u think diff i will be diff but make no diff to me all the same,this group of kids have funny way of conditioning me.they will act up when we r doing our warm up try ways to improve the session but all fail maybe i have not found any tat fit to them yet tehn i have a boy in tat class tat simply don’t take instruction well not from me nor his parent u can c the frustration in his parent face..but funny i like him tho or maybe pity his face show saddnes wanting for attention and anger and confuse..but he makes the class a rack when this happen running and screaming abt..lucky it’s only 45min session..the rest of the day ot’s smooth sailing cos the two other class the are well manner children. i fin work at 12.30 walk out to the bus stop n its hot the sun rite above my head,i sometime do tink tat i’m to straight will go work then go home seldom wonder or hang ard b4 going home i rather go home n nap.i reach home at 1.30 hubby sleeping he just came back at 10 frm nite shift can’t imagine me having his job 12hr shift i’ll be dead by then.gave him a kiss as i promise,then have my lunch yes i skip b.fast.was abt to rest just waiting for my sis to ask me to do stuff she is an oppotunist if i spell tat rite but didn’t get to cos my nephew got to me passing his sis to me she was sleepy n been crying so i sang n she fell a sleep in my arm put her in bed but it doesn’t stop there her elder sis who is 3 to i have to put to sleep but only after i read her a book then i myself feel a lil tired got my self a book frm my nephew collection of ronald dalt the fantastic fox fin it in 1 n half hr then felt a slp..woke up by sis who reminded my hubby tat it’s time for work had my dinner at 5.30.send my hubby to the train station so we had a lil time just to our self told him tat i was dreaming tat i have a million dollar n wat i intend to do with it saying tat half will go to buying a house, will donate 10 thou to orphanage,100 thou will be for investment with our fren philip,100 thou to buy car a suprise for my hubby(he smile cos we did once spoke abt it he wish tat i could give him a car for suprise), then 10 thous each to our familt of 14(sis,bro n parent),100 thou will be split between our son n daughter and last the balance will be for 2nd honeymoon.he told me if he have tat amt he will buy watch n stuff but i told him tat we can get but wat i plan is for long run n start up for us n family i would rather live life humbelly.by the time i fin telling him the story we reach the train station..bought my self an ice cream n gave him a kiss n he leave for work.walk back home stop at the park to read paper the home.me n sis r broke so she tot of exchange her yuan n i took out my rm also we check the currency n send my nephew to change it but sad he came back enpty hand cos the shop close..hahaha..i had my rest watch tv then put the kids to bed n now sitting here writing my journal..phew..finally i’m done now i can pass the comto my nephew so i can sleep..nite..17/18.2.08 1am took me nearly 2 hr to write this..

so i just signed up to an online journal and wrote my first entry…it felt good! I might even keep it up…

i just love this thing! coz i love my lovely notebook i bought :P 555

anyway i also love writing ^^

it’s best way to keep track for ur life & u will never miss it (unless u lose ur journal in accident XD)

I have so many stories, so many interesting things… I would like to be able to actually write about them, in detail, and my feelings about things. I want to make it colorful, and have anything in there that reminds me of whatever I may have done that day…

this is one of my favorite activities! i would say that i do this at a minimum of five times a week writing for at least half hour incriments, sometimes two or three hours depending on what’s going on in life!? it is a grea activity that allows me the freedom of mind and space. i can write about whatever i want to and be as random as i choose, and in the end it really makes me feel so much better to just get some things off my chest. (a great activity for emotional ‘stuffers’ if you ask me, someone like myself who dosen’t really put themselves ‘out there’)

Well, you opened up this page, so don’t blame me, please.

How are you?

Do drop me a line, stranger.

I made the flight north, and have been training up for the big walk when the snow melts, insh’Allah.

More details later.

Aloha.

Sidewinder, the wild poet from Texas, has just agreed to do an interview not more’n a third of an hour ago! Time then: 04:29 a number of days ago, I think early Monday. I got it on i.m.

Hooo hooo hoo ho ho ha ha heh heh hee hee! Allow him please to introduce himself, for you who may not have read his work:

Sidewinder: you (all) see I’ve been a poet since I was 18 yrs old.. I was raised in central texas. and have spent the last 25 yrs in SW colorado. altho i started getting serious about it in the early 90’s

café: Excellent. How about you all consider: What are your thoughts on the state of poetry vis-à-vis the internet?

Sidewinder: the internet has so many ventures that sometimes it’s mind boggling. you get to meet so many people that are some the same mind. some that are not as experienced…some that are more.”

Where is poetry today West of the Mississippi?

”...I got caught doing readings from dolores, colorado, and the cortez area,” responds Sidewinder.

South of the Mason Dixon Line? Is there a national American Poetry, or have we become too regional? Where do we go from post-modernism and deconstructionalism? And why don’t they serve pecan pie at the Huddle House?

Fill in any q’s you think I may have missed. YOu can also interview me, turn the tables, that would be funny. Then we’ll phone up somebody like, uh… who’s that folk song writer and poet in Texas who’s so famous? The one who lives way out by hissel’?

Last Wednesday decided to do a trek, “Homecoming America 2006.” — had decided on the evening of Odin’s Day, the nine and twentieth of Eleventh Month, 2006.

This will be my Homecoming, the first one since 2003 when I came back from Iraq.

I don’t think I even went back then. I think my mind was still in Iraq.

Edit: the following trek will be post-poned till early April, late March maybe:

I will walk all the way from Augusta, Richmond County, Georgia, to Athens, then to Asheville, North Carolina; then to the Cherokee communities south of Maggie Valley, then to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee; then to Red River Gorge, Kentucky, then to my ancestral home in Elizabethton, Hardin County, then to the ferry that crosses the Ohio River, then to Springfield, then to Galesburg, once home of Carl Sandburg and Edgar Lee Masters.

I will take one small tent, one blanket, one spare pair of boots, extra socks, underwear, one change of jeans, one pair of sweats, a hat, some drinking water in a camelback, some fire, and a good knife, and a copy of the Koran.

This is second nature to me. i love to write my thoughts and questions in a safe place where I don’t care what is right or wrong..just want i feel and i do so wih creativity . It seems that it gets me thinking better and i can get happy again.

The last few weeks have been pretty hectic for me. Celebrating my Birthday, leaving my old job, starting my new job, going away for a weekend – and generally drinking far too much for the last month, have bought me to a point where I feel I just need to log a lot of what I am doing and what my goals are at the present time. I know this will help me get mey feet back on the ground & will keep me on track in months to come.