Some energy for the week...

Stuff...

Today started out okay. Woke up quite early cos I could not sleep so I had time to dress up and leave without the usual time problems.

Anxiety: Forced myself to do something incredibly important even though I have been putting it off for ages. When that was done, I did not feel good. I thought I would get some sort of satisfaction but I did not.

An old "boss" called me out of the blue...all "a.s.a.p" and if I could rush in, emergency, bla bla bla...ehnnnnnnn a BIG FAT NO!!! That one has issues. I don't even know why she still has my number. I have erased hers months ago.

I feel tired. I think I used up all my will power to get just one thing done. Now I feel like I have to take a nap even though I drank lots of coffee. However, I feel a bit active than I have done since returning. I used my bicycle instead of taking the bus.

Anyway, I am exhausted.

Adios.

Patrice, surely, I can do better than just defend?

and you know it.

Discovered...

I discovered this band, "duman" at the culture festival last week and since then, I have had this tune in my head. I actually had to go through all their videos on youtube to find the song I was looking for since I had no idea of the name of the song or what it was about or anything. But I finally found it. They make good music. I ended up watching lots of their videos, the live shows were particularly good.




and this one is also good....

Song in my head...

Nothing much.

Thinking...

That I should try harder tomorrow...before time runs out like sand...do better.

Be good.

Something like that. Nothing too hard.

Welcome back!

After gone for almost a month, I returned yesterday morning. It had been a good month, spent mostly with my family and making new friends. I did not spend time with old friends as I thought I would. This did not bother me so much. Its the cycle thing. I am sure it was meant to be that way because I would not trade the moments I had with my new friends anyway.

I had expected to spend my first day alone but I had to go get my keys which I had left at a friends place. She in turn, had given it to her relative who works in a shop in the city so I dragged myself and my luggage across town to get it. He was super nice to me, told me "welcome back" and gave me a hug. This was quite refreshing. Nobody ever says "welcome" when I travel because nobody is ever waiting for me anywhere.

By the time I got back home, I was very tired. I was fast asleep when the Persian called to say he was coming over.

He arrived with a bouquet of red roses. They were red like blood and fat. They looked amazing.

"Welcome back" he said.

And then he gave me a basket of fruits (ha ha ha...not suprising as he always visits with fruits)and a birthday present. A gift card to a shop I like.

This made me incredibly happy.

Then he helped me clear out my fridge, find a vase for the roses and then we went to a nearby restaurant and had dinner.

Yeah, it was not so bad to come back after all. I had dreaded returning to the emptiness of my room...

Now I am listening to music and then I will go for a walk and perhaps buy ice cream.

Love.