You build a cage based on your sense of the truth and your sense of the
aspects of the character that need to tell the story. If you've done
your job right, which I've had varying degrees of success doing at
different times in my life, then you're able to function very freely
within that cage.
-- Sean Penn
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Last semester at Sheridan College
Ok, long time no manual post.
And I see things have changed around here. I will have to get used to this...
[ wait, i need to play some music ]
[ my radio (still looking for namechange options for MOWE, better suiting for pronounciation:
Zero Noel - Mes Yeux Fermes ]
Following announcement is not related with previous song.
I am back in Brampton.
Final semester is upon me.
So far, perfect record. Yes, I am saying it loud. Risking to invite the Devil.
Come and give me your best shot, motherfucker !
I have ended 3 trials with RIM fire and did it burn.
Now the final test starts.
White hospital hallway with neon lights glowing in their cold certainty, I am facing a door.
Dark wooden door, reinforced with iron.
Beyond the door is black. Is unknown. Is my next life.
Last semester. Capstone project. Math.
Not to mention Fall and Winter. Snow. Cold and wet.
Ah, Winter in Brampton.
I've got a room with a view on pidgeons cage. Biiig caaage. Landlord is a Pidgeons Master.
But at least I have a window. And a view. That's a change from my usual basementing.
This brought back the flashes of The Tower (my old place in Belgrade).
Room isn't big enough for me and my clothes. And a computer. I will be living out of the suitcase for 4 months at least. Oh, by the way, at this point my life can be contained and transported in 3 cars. I guess that might be one van, but that wasn't checked. 3 cars. Not ideal, but not bad either.
Now, I will have to work out what I'm going to do with 3 car loads worth of life if I am to go somewhere for my Summer Program thingy. One to two months.
And I have to figure out WHERE am I going to be going. And what to do when I get there. Australia is on the list of possible locations, so are Brazil and Argentina.
And I need to calculate if I can afford to spend $400 during Fall right before opening that door and entering into the darkness of the unknown for Ground school at Brampton Airport. It's time to start doing something about those talks of becoming a pilot.
Waiting for my camera lenses to come back from cleaning and then to work on photographer business cards.
I need to work on "works" website. And business cards. Add LinkedIn to the list.
Fishing (highly unlikely this year). Hunters license. Motorcycle license.
PMP cerificate. Maybe even Cisco. I definitelly need to do something about my (vaning) networking knowledge.
And, I need to find a job. A place to live. A girlfriend. No cats this time, Djole is 1 and 0nly for now.
And if all this isn't enough, Manon is calling me. He says that he haz slept long en'uf. He wants to ride again. Hunt. There are places to see and things to do. He wants his share.
And the Boar is hungry...
Manon
And I see things have changed around here. I will have to get used to this...
[ wait, i need to play some music ]
[ my radio (still looking for namechange options for MOWE, better suiting for pronounciation:
Zero Noel - Mes Yeux Fermes ]
Following announcement is not related with previous song.
Donosim novo Pravilo:
Sranje pesma ili pesma koja smori u toku slushanja mog radija mora da se izbrishe sa hard diska i playliste radija.
Ovo Pravilo nadjachava Pravilo albuma, kolekcije i ostalih hrchkovskih pravila.
---
Enforcing a new Rule:
Shitty song or any song that causes smor during listening of my personal radio station must be deleted from the hard drive and the radio's playlist.
This rule overpowers the Rule of album, collection and other hamster rules.
This rule overpowers the Rule of album, collection and other hamster rules.
I am back in Brampton.
Final semester is upon me.
So far, perfect record. Yes, I am saying it loud. Risking to invite the Devil.
Come and give me your best shot, motherfucker !
I have ended 3 trials with RIM fire and did it burn.
Now the final test starts.
White hospital hallway with neon lights glowing in their cold certainty, I am facing a door.
Dark wooden door, reinforced with iron.
Beyond the door is black. Is unknown. Is my next life.
Last semester. Capstone project. Math.
Not to mention Fall and Winter. Snow. Cold and wet.
Ah, Winter in Brampton.
I've got a room with a view on pidgeons cage. Biiig caaage. Landlord is a Pidgeons Master.
But at least I have a window. And a view. That's a change from my usual basementing.
This brought back the flashes of The Tower (my old place in Belgrade).
Room isn't big enough for me and my clothes. And a computer. I will be living out of the suitcase for 4 months at least. Oh, by the way, at this point my life can be contained and transported in 3 cars. I guess that might be one van, but that wasn't checked. 3 cars. Not ideal, but not bad either.
Now, I will have to work out what I'm going to do with 3 car loads worth of life if I am to go somewhere for my Summer Program thingy. One to two months.
And I have to figure out WHERE am I going to be going. And what to do when I get there. Australia is on the list of possible locations, so are Brazil and Argentina.
And I need to calculate if I can afford to spend $400 during Fall right before opening that door and entering into the darkness of the unknown for Ground school at Brampton Airport. It's time to start doing something about those talks of becoming a pilot.
Waiting for my camera lenses to come back from cleaning and then to work on photographer business cards.
I need to work on "works" website. And business cards. Add LinkedIn to the list.
Fishing (highly unlikely this year). Hunters license. Motorcycle license.
PMP cerificate. Maybe even Cisco. I definitelly need to do something about my (vaning) networking knowledge.
And, I need to find a job. A place to live. A girlfriend. No cats this time, Djole is 1 and 0nly for now.
And if all this isn't enough, Manon is calling me. He says that he haz slept long en'uf. He wants to ride again. Hunt. There are places to see and things to do. He wants his share.
And the Boar is hungry...
Manon
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