My name is Joses Tirtabudi. Born and bred in Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia. Bit over two decades old, and sadly still aging.
My favorite food is uhhh . . . food? I mean, I love chocolate, chicken, streak, bacon, scrambled eggs, chicken soup, wontons, dumplings, lasagne, ravioli, Grandma’s silverside, Grandma’s cookies, and Grandma’s peaches and ice cream. Ok, ok. I’ll stop.
I’m a social misfit, an extroverted introvert, generally seen as crazy, genuine, radical unapologetic Christian.
Why does this blog exist? Because the way I see it, there’s not much point in writing and not sharing or having it available for others to see. Besides, a blog is an awesome way to having all the things you’ve written at your fingertips – well, most of them.
Why do I write? Because I love putting the pen to paper and releasing the pressure, frustration and grief that often get hold of me. And other times, I do it just for the sake of writing – the thrill of creating something from the tangled thoughts of my head. And every now and then in honour of a friend’s special moment or passing.
Why did I call my blog Ground000? Ground zero is a term that’s used to refer to the point on Earth’s surface closest to the detonation of a bomb. It’s the epicentre. Where everything begins.
I hope you walk away inspired and touched by what you read.
“He who has never failed has never done anything.”
Feel free to contact me:
My Favorite Poems:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,–ding-dong, bell.
I’ll admit that I’ve never read much Shakespeare, but I LOVE this poem. The words are like, unearthly, not to mention, it’s got a meaning hidden in it. I discovered this poem in the book ‘The Machine Gunners’ by Robert Westall. P.s. that was a pretty good book too 😀