Friday, 07 August 2009

  • My Wife showed me a pregnancy test she took last night, and the result was positive.

    I said, "Should we keep it?"

    "No point" she replied, "You can only use them once."
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    http://www.flickr.com/photos/damien_austin/

    My flickr account, I try and send a picture to it from my phone every few days. Go check it out.
    (Does anyone else hate the name flickr? Sounds like a sex aid. Makes me shudder everytime I write or say the name. It is on the same league as the words "Crusty" and "Moist" Disgusting words, they should be banned).

Monday, 29 June 2009


  • Sliding Doors.

    I mentioned briefly in the previous post about the three events that changed my life.

    One.
    I was eighteen. Tears rolling down my face. Noise all around. Crowds of people rushing with bags and barging past me, bags ramming my legs. I held tight on my backpack strap with both hands and looked across the airport. My flight was leaving shortly, my Mum and I had already spent as much time as we could in the departure lounge.
    I was suddenly five years old again starting my first day at school. Huge thick iron gates that went so high they reached the clouds. Noise, kids rushing past, bags slamming against me. I knew no one, a lonely fish in an ocean.
    A strange place that seemed so far away from home. My Mum hugged me and wished me well. I slowly stepped through the iron gates. Long lines of strange children. I joined the nearest line and turned around to where I had left my Mum. She was still there. Tears rolling down my face I left the line and ran back to her, through the metal detectors and hugged my Mum. Announcers on the airport tannoy were calling my flight. I held onto my Mum and didn't want to leave for Texas. The place where I was again that small fish and I knew no one. I would be gone for three months.

    Then my choice came.

    "You don't have to go if you don't want to..."

    I did.

    And that was my first big change.

Monday, 15 June 2009


  • Go Get Happy.

    I have been thinking about this lately. Ask yourself if you are happy? Go ahead, I'll wait.

    Right, what was the answer? If you said no, then why are you unhappy? If you have a medical problem, then you are excused, but otherwise, what really stops us from being happy?

    I think the only thing that stops us from being happy are ourselves. There are so many things that people complain about, and who blames us, we are in a world of complainers. But do we really have the right to complain if we haven't put up a fight for being happy?

    Let's have a quick look at probably the biggest complaint I see here on Xanga. "I hate being single".
    So what do you do about that? Do you sit at home on facebook all evening? Or do you fight for the happiness of being in a couple will bring you? Do your research, picking up people in bars isn't often the best way of finding a secure relationship. It CAN work, but often it doesn't. Go out and join community groups for people with similar interests. I'm not telling you to fight completely aggressively, but fight a smart battle.

    There are so many other complaints. And I really don't have the time to address any more with detail but I just had to say, if you are unhappy, make yourself happy.

    A friend of mine was shocked recently when I told him I was truly happy.

    The reason is I have fought for this happiness. It has been a hard battle and there were many tears on the way.
    The main thing is that I saw risks and I took them. I can think of three occasions where I took a chance and my life would be so different if I had made the "easier" choice.

    So now ask yourself, Why are you putting up with being unhappy?

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My life is brilliant,
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I saw an angel,
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