Task 1

Today like many Mondays that have past, I make a silent commitment to myself to write.

Unspoken words to my knowing mind to practise diligence in composition.

I will begin with an exercise of introspection.

What began as an ordinary morning broke into a slow moving C-grade film complete with its own C-grade nobody cast.

Appearing on set 5 minutes late the characters moved seamlessly into position.

We are re-enacting another day another ordinary morning, take 53.

To complete the scene, are the forgettable conversations.

Effortless repetition of rehearsed lines, of how are you's and how was your weekend.

The laughing track plays. Broken of course as it winds itself out in an untimely manner.

Technology is no substitute for the ailing eye. Kindle developments, colour themed Excel worksheets poorly season perception. The soundtrack haltingly awkward in many scenes, besides the fluke successes that fill the silence intermittently.

Like many other films, this one lays forgotten. Recorded, but never to be replayed again.

The Audacity to Remove.

'Perhaps' signals non-commitment.

'Perhaps' suggests fear.

'Perhaps' breeds indecisiveness.

'Perhaps' delays punctuality.

'Perhaps' corrupts hope.

'Perhaps' erodes confidence.

'Perhaps' no more.

I Will Not Be Silenced.

The urging of a friend,

The hanging promise,

The gentle nudge turn persistent tugs.

Yes, my soul cries out in agony,

At myself, the tyranny.

Belittling, defeating,

invisible locks imprisoning.

Still, she defies the throne,

To shake the slumber,

Her whisper echoes the sound of thunder.

Yes, my fears remain,

Though I will not abstain,

This slow awakening,

For there's much to gain.

Love

Be My Medicine.

Perhaps it was the abrassive conversation that aggravated the injury
- that slight rub which opened wounds, festering uncertainties breeding insecurities.

You'll Never Know

Until you try.

I've never heard the word 'No' so many times.

Why the Glow?

It's extremely heartwarming to know that the scramble and the tumble out of bed 4 hours after working on a media document to boil some rice and cook al dente supermarket brand pasta is helping kickstart a national campaign to mobilise some 4,000 Australians into action against poverty.

good grief!

Who bloody knew that bloody printing could give you a bloody nose.

The Real Face of Money.

Sad is not when you have to scrape the bottom of your worned bag for change for the tram or the only meal you can afford is from Don Don's, Sad is when you don't have enough to afford your thrice weekly injections and dialysis treatment.

Talks with my mommy never fail to remind me of the realities of hardship. Remember to take time out to speak to your mommy more often this week :)