I believe in luck. (that makes lots of sense…)

Hi,

If you are an avid fan of my blogs you will remember that a long time ago I posted a blog about how I immediately trust whoever I meet, it was basically on how I thought that the world was full of good people (a stranger is just a friend that you haven’t met yet right?) and that most people on this earth are good, honest people, that you shouldn’t be afraid of.

Anyways, last week on friday, I happened to have misplaced my wallet in the city. I left it on a bench while I had to roll up sheets of cardboard and put them into a tube (have you ever tried doing this? it is alot harder then it sounds!!) Anyways after I had accomplished the tremendous feat of rolling cardboard, I had forgotten about my wallet on the bench and walked away. By the time I realized, it was already gone.

After that my day spiraled into a horrible day of misfortunes which continued through out the weekend with stupid mishaps and assumptions. It lead me to think that I had done something wrong. Something to piss of karma… but what did I do? What was my wrong doing?

The only thing that I could come up with at the time was, the time I forgot to call Lenny on the day we went to bicentennial park. That was pretty bad… and probably equated to all of the bad things that had happened.

But I don’t believe in karma.

I believe in luck. (that makes lots of sense…)

And my theory is that if you have good luck all the time, or something extremely good happens to you, then sooner or later something really bad will happen to you to even it out. (is this karma? I don’t know…)

ANYWAYS back to my story… today I received a call from Linda, from a commonwealth bank branch, who informed me that my wallet had been handed in!

Excited that my luck had finally turned around, I immediately ran down to the branch to picked up my wallet. As I was leaving with my hands in the air waving at the teller yelling out “thank you!” I ran into a man with a donation basket.

Being in such a terrific mood, I planned to donated all of my change. However, as I opened my wallet to extract my change, the man started pointing at my drivers license making a strange yelping noise. I looked up curiously and he yelled “HEY that’s the wallet I found!” in a state of shock I shook and disbelief, that I had a chance to thank the kind man who had found my wallet, I shook his hand close to a million times while repeatedly saying “Thank you”.(much like a crazy person) The lights then changed at the crossing and I walked away.

Later that day I came to a regret that I didn’t offer to buy that man lunch. Hopefully he is reading this and maybe I could repay the favor.

So yeah… thats a story of what’s been happening lately.

Thanks for reading =)

- lucky timothy.

…and thats how I met the “chk chk boom” girl

Hi all,

Today, I had my first day back at full time work today since last holidays and coincidentally enough it ended up not being THAT bad. With my new resolution of “don’t be depressed because all of your friends are out doing fun things without you” I headed to work with quite the enthusiasm.

I was greeted by a fellow employee on the elevator ride up to my floor, and we casually chatted about what we had gotten up to on the weekend. The conversation ending like it normally does with the older and usually married man telling me “ohhh I hope you didn’t get too trashed!” But I guess it wasn’t as bad as the other guy who consistently annoys me about me “having” a girlfriend.

On my lunch break I realized that I had forgotten my lunch that I had made myself (chicken and avocado sandwich) at home,  and so I walked down to the cafe to purchase a Tuna roll. On my way down I had noticed that someone familer was sitting on the stair case across from me by herself, and that someone was the “chk chk boom” girl!

At this point I panicked.

So instead of talking to her or asking her for a picture I walked right past and continued to buy my lunch. As I purchased my roll and orange juice, I thought to myself, “Come on Tim! You will probably never see her again! Just go up and talk to her!” so on the way back I worked up the courage to walk up to her and ask her for a photo. However as soon as I had gotten close to her I had stopped and just stood there. Not looking at her directally but just checking if it was really her. All of a sudden I heard a voice

“yeah… I’m really the “chk chk boom” girl”

it was the “chk chk boom” girl, and she was talking to me! So then I had asked her if I could get a picture, and she replied “okay” and that how I met the “chk chk boom” girl

- chk chk timothy

7th out of the 8

FRIDAY!

What can i say? ALOT has happened over the last 2 days… and OHhhhhhh boy…. you guys, girls, internet folk and cyber trotters (that ones a bit gay…) dont know what i have instore for you today! anywho… ive got a feeling that i have alot to cover in this one blog post, so i think i better get started.

I think firstly, i should start off where i left off on Wednesday… After being called/categorized as a “Scene boy”, this idea of scene has been on my mind alot… and after asking everyone “what makes me so scene?” Ive narrowed it down to two things… apparently there are two things that make me scene.

1. The way I dress…
2. My hair…

And i dont understand… i always thought that i dressed nicely, colorfully and hopefully/possibly fashionably… but apparently i dont… and apparently, even though it isnt so apparent to me, i dress like a scene person… maybe its just gotten to my head… and its nothing… but it has just been on my mind alot lately and i thought i would share this with you.

Umm the next thing i wanted to talk about, the next topic on the agenda is… probably a little about today. I guess ill start off by reminding you that today is the 8th of the 8th month of the year 2008 and when this is put into the short hand date format it looks a little like this: 08/08/08, not that this has to do with anything i was going to talk about, but today was the day that the Olympic ceremony was held and the Beijing Olympic games officially started.  But again this has little to do with what i really want to talk about.

So getting back on to the topic… today me and my colleagues, the eight of us, had lunch together. After what i thought would be an never ending brainstorm/arguement on where to eat, we decided to go to McDonalds where we all bought pounders and embarked/took part in a race, a race to see which one of us could finish these heartstopping burgers first…

A race to find out which one of us would come last and have to bare the shame of not being able to finish the POUNDER… Luckily i came 7th out of the 8 and was spared from the ridicule and constant heckling, the two things, that made Jason (the last one to finish) spit/cough out his pounder all over the table.

On a different and final subject (only becuase its already 1am and im falling asleep)… i feel this weekend will hold interesting aspects… this is mainly because this Sunday, the 10th of August 2008, is the Sun Herald City 2 Surf, a 14km marathon, in which i have enrolled in… why did i do this? Because it has always been my dream to run a marathon… however this time things are a little strange… usually when i am close to or have acomplished a dream of mine i would be excited, but today… i am worried… worried because i will be running this marathon by myself… alone… flying solo… i dont really know how this will work out but all i do know is that i am going to need a hell of alot of music to see me through…

Well, i better end it here for today before my blog entry ends up turning into some kind of “…” filled blurb.

-Team