Saturday, December 31, 2011

2 years ago

3 Years ago

The Fall and Rise


 2011
The Fall.
  • First year of my life living alone.
  • Marriage ended. Not with an argument, not through a phone call,sms or e-mail, or facebook, my wife moved home and never contacted me again.
  • Completely cut off from 2 sons.
  • Drank less than ever before, during any previous years in Hong Kong.(any comments disputing this are complete bollocks, I know! Drinking has been only in Lantau or the OCh/Queen Vic, averaging once a week.
  • Smoking at a constant level.
  • Had highest ever monthly earnings -twice.
  • Had lowest ever monthly earnings three times.
  • Robbed and lied to by 3 different companies in quick succession.
  • Spent some great times with friends and family.
  • Swam a lot more than last year.
  • Sang a lot more than last year.
  • Danced, but not enough.
  • Spent a lot of time writing, but nothing of consequence.
  • Regained,lost and regained self belief and self esteem.

                  2012
The Rise

  • Regain contact and see children.
  • Quit smoking
  • Get teeth done.
  • Earn more.
  • Work for a decent company
  • Sing more
  • Dance a lot more
  • Laugh more
  • Live more
  • Travel more
  • Attend high school reunion
  • Use facebook more(lol)
  • Reject negativity in all forms.
  • Cut all ties with God
  • Travel to a country that doesn't celebrate Christmas at Christmas.
  • Write something of consequence.
  • Begin writing a book.
  • Get out of The Box and find a reasonably sized flat.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Tree



Christmas

Happy Christmas folks, near and dear, and those who are far, may the New year be all you want it to be, in Hong Kong, England, and everywhere in the Universe

Friday, December 23, 2011

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

1 week, 1 funeral, 1 wedding and. 2 christenings.

 Busy week, although I was only at the christenings in spirit, but my brother, father and Sue were there
My cousin and her husband were also godparents apparently,  I still haven't seen a single picture, not that I was told or invited. In fact I haven't seen a single picture for a year.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Hank Moody's letter

I'm writing you a letter. That's right a good old fashioned letter. It's a lost art, really. Shit.
I have a confession to make, I didn't like you very much at first.
You were just this annoying little blob. You smelled nice, most of the time, but you didn't seem to have much interest in me, which I of course found vaguely insulting.
It was just you and your mom against the world. Funny how some things never change.
So I cruised along doing my thing, acting the fool, not really understanding how being a parent changes you.
And I don't remember the exact moment everything changed. I just know that it did.
One minute I was impenetrable. Nothing could touch me. The next, my heart was somehow beating outside my chest, exposed to the elements.
Loving you has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. In fact it's been almost too much to bare.
As your father, I made a silent vow to protect you from the world. Never realizing I was the one who'd end up hurting you the most.
When I flash forward my heart breaks, mostly because I can't imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride, how could you?
Your father is a child in a man's body, he cares for nothing and everything at the same time.
Noble in thought, weak in action. Something has to change, something has to give.
It's getting dark, too dark to see.

Boring father

Becca Moody to Hank Moody:
I live in the real world where I need a fucking father. You're so proud of yourself for being such a cool Dad, well look where it fucking got you!
You know that I pray sometimes Dad? You know what I pray for the most? That I wake up one day and you've become a total bore. The kind of father who gets up every morning puts on his suit and tie drives to some lame office and comes home at 5.30 on the dot, has a drink and hangs out with his fucking family.

How hard would that have been for you Dad? To just be like everyone else!