Distance

It's been a while since my last post, there really hasn't been much time to write. I'm just trying to savour the last couple of days before it all changes. Tyrone moved a couple of months back, but I never really thought that it would be the start of the end. A and J are moving on Tuesday, obstensably they are going for a year, but even they said that they may not come back if they get thier work visa extended. Tim is moving to Alberta in October and he definatly won't be back, and then Rich is going back to Seatle.

So that's it for my circle of friends, they are all moving on. I know that they are all in for a good time, even a better life to where they are going, but I just can't help but be sad because I am loseing everyone. I guess it would be worse if I didn't have Mel, or if I haven't planed my trip yet, but still a huge part of my life is leaving and I know things will never be the same again.

All of us have promised to keep in touch but I am not so nieve to believe that things will stay the way thing were. The distance will soon catch up to us, and we will start drifting further and further apart.

These last few days together, may not seam like much, but they will have to last, because in the end it is all we will have left.

The Workers

Why do some people think they are superior on the basis of their position?

Does a title alone merit respect?

Do those who work with their hands, deserve the scorn of others because of the sweat they pour upon the ground?

Is respect metted out based on caste?

Will things ever change for the workers?

We're the first ones to starve, the first ones to die, the first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky. And we're always the last when the cream is shared out, for the worker is working when the fat cats about.

Biking Into The Sun

It almost killed me but I did it. Last weekend I biked over 250 KM's in under 36 hours. There was no real good reason to do it. One day a few months back it just poped into my head that this was something that i wanted to try. A chalenge against myself, to see if I could do it. To be fair I it was just a passing thought but a couple of weeks ago it still hadn't gone out of my head, so I decided to set a weekend and do it.



For the most part I was alone on it, most of the people I know arn't that into biking, and really I am not either, but I do enjoy it. I set the route by planing to bike north to Orangeville, then to Guelph, then on to Woodstock, where I would camp the night, from there to Paris, Brantford, Dundas then back home to Mississauga. I had a few freinds join my on the first stage to Orangville, but after that I was on my own, except for the overnight in Woodstock. Mel, A and J, and Kay, met me there and we camped in a farmers field, luckly he didn't mind when we asked and he even brought some chopped wood for us on his tractor for a bonfire.



It was a great chalenge, and it was important for me to do it. I proved to myself that I can do it. That is one step closer to me proving I can acomplish anything I want, that there is nothing stopping me. It also was envigorating to put myself through the ordeal. Overcoming the pain, the stress, the clock brought a strange joy. I know know that I want to