April 30, 2008
Something a little different...
Wednesday's are usually good.
Even if everythings messed up and I have a rotten day,
Somehow by night time it all seems better.
I wish weeks would only contain Wednesdays.
"My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away."
Simon and Garfunkel, Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m.
3 years for Rona and me.
April 28, 2008
Again it is time to waddle around until I get out of this mud called bad-mood.
After two weeks of vacation, hanging around with my family-from-Canada, It's even worse going back to daily life.
And I thought this vacation will energize me...
April 13, 2008
The desert is a truely unique place.
So quiet yet full of sound, monotonous yet so versatile, relaxing yet truely fearsome.
Right now I think there is no more appealing place for me like the desert.
I have the feeling a week with no cell-phone, no work and no home-work will do me wonders.
I seem to complain a lot lately,
and it may seem that I'm not satisfied with my life right now.
I must say it's not true - my life is fine right now,
there's just this feeling that I need something else,
an outing for feelings or atristic desires that doesn't seem to be.
I tend to have this feeling while studying -
Could it be that learning actually bounds me from being creative?
Or maybe it gets me way to serious...
And I dislike being serious just as much as I like being serious.
Or maybe it just makes me serious when I shouldn't be.
Food for thought for me -
I'll go eat.