its always an adventure

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Well with all the talk of snow, I thought it would be worth a look to see if the Lake District ski slopes been used.. and.. beautiful .. pretty amazing part of UK, I miss trips there

Skiing always something I wanna do, not sure when I will next.

Check this vid

http://www.ldscsnowski.co.uk/index.html

looking for a reason,
i hope you understand.
looking for something,
probably must be planned.

something for my evenings,
and something for the days.
something good to fill my time,
and satisfy in ways.

work is quite fulfilling,
but its no career.
the rest of life is ok,
but somethings still not there.

when i had these feelings last,
i spent some cash and had a blast.
around the world in 80 days,
it didn’t fix my wondering ways.

life is unfulfilling,
i think way, way too much.
what to do,
i have no clue.

So another rather dull weekend, I thought it was going to be a nice one, it started off in the usual way, gym, haircut, food shop, steak, then I intended to go visit my mum, but thanks to my forward thinking and transport for london I didn’t.

Its usually quite a trek to visit, but looking at the interweb I discovered that there are numerous rail replacement services.. what an effort, its one thing sitting on a train for 1hr30m but getting on and off busses is not acceptable and probably adding another hour onto that too.

Here I am, Sunday morning, up early, been gym… now what. I was going to go out with a friend, we made some nice plans. But the transport situation makes it just as impossible for him to meet me in town.

So now what, back to my thoughts of what am I todo with my life. I need some sort of hobby or fulfillment. Last time I felt like this I had money in the bank and was a couple of years younger, I had the idea to go travelling and I did. I miss the world so much now. But i know I need to find something to make me happy and fulfilled here… I am sure everyone feels like this sooner later??? is this the quarter life crisis still?? I think going out and shopping would make me briefly feel better.

Tomorrow my new friend from Mumbai arrives in london, perhaps he will fill some of the void in my life, but it shouldn’t be down to someone else to fill it should it?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Every morning all the same.
Never boring, sometimes lame.
faces pass me as i ride,
as i see the changing tide.

people passing along the river
like a tidal pitter patter.
runners, cyclists, walkers too.
in a hurry to see whats new.

the sun was out, a vivid blue
a great expanse, a happy hue.
the power station stands its ground.
its sees the changes all year round.

summer, winter, spring and fall.
days like this are best of all.

the slog to work, along the bank.
is quite nice, ill be frank.
not so sure about in the rain.
my happy face, may go down the drain.

Part 1 at bottom if u don’t remember it

It’s seems I’ve landed, many months on.
I have a place, where i belong.

It seemed so stuffy, at the start,
But after time, I enjoyed their art.

Enjoys too strong, but I know.
What they mean and how they flow.

Technical analysis is a mouthfull,
But really it ain’t so awefull.

Long ass numbers, bulls and bears.
Bloomberg tcikers and diff compares.

HTML, some java too.
Bash scripts and 802

Thats my work, it’s ok.
Ive yet to go out to play.

Last 2 weeks of probation now,
No mistakes or swearing row’.

Home has changed and will some more.
Moving on I’ll do once more.

To a flat, near a park,
Maybe lonely in the dark.

A great big room for me awaits.
A new home with new mates.

Whats to come, I do not know.
It’s time for me to save and go!

Part 1:

I wish I knew my thing in life
knew my path and did what’s right.

I’d do my thing, I’d do it well.
I’d be complete, or I could tell.

What I need for me to be,
Happy and functioning, just let me see.

The clock is ticking or so it seems,
Who Am i? Where are my dreams?

I have no want of fairy tales,
Perhaps a ship, with big white sails.

I sit here thinking of inspiration.
I lack the will and dedication.

I need a goal or so i feel,
I need a life, thats ideal.

A career and job and to be settled,
A box to be ticked a home to nestle.

I’d like to know but how can I?
I need a dream, from outta the sky.

Not in the sky or by a plane.
I need a plan that seems quite sane.

A plan of life and future plans.
A plan of study in grown up lands.

I need some options I think I lack.
I want to be put on the track.

The line to where I do not know
That’s the problem and now you know!

I shut my eyes and then I see.
I feel the world in front of me.
The world I’ve seen, so far from here.
A world that’s full of far more cheer.

England can be pretty awesome.
London, can be too.
But sometimes home can feel so grey. And make You feel, not you.

Mostly tho I miss the world, the eb and flow.
The change, the go!

Travelling by train or bus, fills my head with love.
Love for travel and new places,
Love for faces in far off places.

The world out there is a certain love.
I fit that world like hand to glove.

Somehow feeling so not out of place,
Being surrounded by a diffract race.

I like the different, that’s just me.
Probably not strange to be.

another bluesy poem:

The leaves have fallen,
It wasnt long.
The year is ending,
But what is wrong.

This time of year,
I hate it so.
I don’t like dark.
But do like snow.

Snow on piste,
is what’s good.
Not here tho,
In my ‘hood.

Winter days, with blue skies.
Are ok but I despise.
Grey slow Sundays with no plan.
No comfy sofa, or nice man.

The nice man could be on his way.
Infact one is, a week away.
Things will change just like the season.
My life needs change, I need a reason.

I need a hobby or something new.
I need my days to be less blue.
Winters long can I cope.
All I want is to eat and mope.

The face I saw
It scared me so
It made me not
Want to go.

Out tonight.
With the ghouls.
Dressed up freaks,
And joker fools.

Haloween maybe fun.
But not for me!
I want my mum.

Maybe Zombie-
Ghosts are cool.
Heads and axes
Goblins too.

Hide my eyes from
These things.
Banshee screams.
And bloody things.

the grass is like carpet