The monthes of 2004
“Our life is what our thoughts make it” Marcos Aurelius.
Yesterday I caught up on blogs, as is my wont during the weekend.
I exist. I exist. I exist.
Woke up today with snotty nose and a head that was trying to thump in time to the birdsong outside.
I want out I want out I want out.
Why do I like Holly Golightly?
No. I refuse. I’ll teeter, I’ll totter and I’ll be swept along by the wind.
I love air con…it is so hot here.
So I cycle to school this morning, through the road (which frankly reminds me of a Zelda Game in that it is straight and has crossroads with roads that seem to go off into the middle of nowhere, I know there`s a shield hidden in that field, if only I could find the sword to cut down the long grass and find it…) that goes past orchards and paddy fields.
Internet at home!
Just mooched around the flat all day, watched a film with Nesuphyn and enjoyed the taste of doing nothing for once.
Teaching Good King Wenceslas to adults has occaisionally pained me.