the not so secret diary of dan milward
People. What I ask are Miracles?
If you have ever experienced a miracle we’d like to hear about it. Alternately if you have some kinda intellectual psycho babble answer that you really really want to share with us then please comment. You know how :D
Gather near plebian�s I will forthwith divulge to you all the nature of Amber�s love for Daniel Oliver Milward.
He so caught her eye one cloudy summer�s day,
With his sweet, sweet eyes, and his gentle young lips
She had seen nothing in this world so beautiful as this
She soon began to feel something stir in her heart,
I admit now she couldn�t show it in rhyme,
Nay, she was not born under a rhyming planet,
Words were never so turned over and over as her poor self in love
And she feared she would never woo an object so sublime
She loves nothing in this world so well as her gentleman,
Is not that strange?
She loves with so much of her heart that none is left to protest
The object of her eye will live in her heart,
Die in her lap
And be buried in her eyes
To my baby
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Where is my baby?
Is he dead
Or stuck in a tree somewhere
Has he gone to another woman, would he dare
Maybe soya latte�s have stolen him away
His whole day spent out at play
Oh where oh where has my sweet Daniel gone
He is with the fairies leading him astray?
I am sure he�ll return just as soon as he can
Or otherwise the shit will hit the fan
Now I must leave to partake in some food
I hope he shan�t think this poor verse rude
But you see I�m in love, and what�s a girl to do
But sit and wait for her man to come through
I had a really cool weekend. Chillen out maxin with Amber. Friday night we hung out at her friend Kylies pad. Met Matt and Clinton.Sweet doods! Saturday was Gavins wedding at princess bay beach, 2pm. He did it! he’s a freaking married man. I’m really happy for him - It’s funny just how quick Saturday went. Blah blah blah… Sunday I went to church with Amber and her folks. A bit out of character you might say. But then shhh its best you say nout! Oh yeah, Leons kid was real cute. Mia. She went to church as well. We all laffed! Today I feel tight in the shoulders… Fucking computers! Ok Got to go. I’m at G’s on the flat puter killing time… Just killing time,,,, about to go… Talk
“fo shizzle ma nizzle” is a bastardization of “fo’ sheezy mah neezy” which is a bastardization of “for sure mah nigga” which is a bastdardization of “I concur with you whole heartedly my African american brother”
Arthur, Andy, Tim, Billy, and I.
Dancing, Drumming, Howling at fire.
Challenging reservations.
Tribal musings and practices.
Climbing hills with Billy.
Shared about circumstances, where we’re at.
Climbed back down through the green.
Celebrated at the foot.
With 250 million year old Himalayan salt water.
Thought good thoughts about Amber.
It felt good. No Jealousy to poison my mind.
I shared about being a man - in the society.
We define what that is - it is not written.
All I have to do today is love.
I wrote that at the in all our affairs NA campout. It talks about Gavins Stag party where we had a bonfire, talked shit, and played the drums. Gavin dived through the fire thus symbolizing a new start. Billy and I climbed a small mountain. The climb up was a bit of a bitch, the earth was damaged because it was all ex pine forest and it was very crumbly. The views up the top were fantastic. Very LOTR. Because of the state of the earth we decided to take an alternate path back down “a short cut”. It turned out to be the contrary but it was wild going through the bush. It was so freaking green green green. We heard Deer, saw lots of animal prints. It was just wild man. On the Friday night we went to a place called Kerosene Creek. Talk about sexy, where we were bathing the moon shone down on us fragmented rays broken through the trees. The steam from the pools made a mist like setting and all I can say is that I was awed by it. Anyway, I must be away, I have things to do…
Maud Dib: i know - i dont care where ‘you’ get the money as long as i get it. You hearing me!
Quiddity
1. The real nature of a thing; the essence.
2. A hairsplitting distinction; a quibble.
palpable
1. Capable of being handled, touched, or felt; tangible: �Anger rushed out in a palpable wave through his arms and legs� (Herman Wouk).
2. Easily perceived; obvious: �There was a palpable sense of expectation in the court� (Nelson DeMille). See Synonyms at perceptible.
3. Medicine. That can be felt by palpating: a palpable tumor.
“You� love?” He asks, furrowing his brow ever so slightly.
“Love is just a word,” he replies.
“Love,” like “yellow” is just a word�but it’s also more than that. Plato posited that these concepts�or Ideas�have actual existence and form, albeit in some transcendent form that we, being shackled in our material bodies, cannot experience directly. However, we can know them indirectly�an action is good, or a flower is yellow.
I had a primo Weekend!
Friday - I Hung out with Amber and her friend Kylie. We had dinner and saw The Passion which was freaking brilliant. I thought the very last scene was superfluous and should have been left out for our imagination, but other then that it get an A+.
Saturday - We hung out, went to the Carnival, had lunch, had coffee, went on a few rides, had more coffee, met people. That night we went back to the Carnival, met up with Ambers three Bro’s (Huey, Duey, & Luey) and hung out. Did some dancing with my babe in the rain. Loved it. Freakn’ loved it. Saw a few doods in town, went home to bed.
Sunday - The Passion By Dan Milward and Amber Baldock. Followed by lunch in Seatoon, we watched 25th hour and then had dinner with Ambers family. We also had a look at Gavins gift list.
That about sums that up.
