Morning Wicker.

Am I that old already? so old that I can't sleep long? cos excitement of this place does not allow slumber. When my gmail fox was sleeping peacefully, I was already typing above his head some emails, browsing for some wicker baskets, watching the reamining part of You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger and the like. And it was fabulous. And the smell of the air was breathtaking.

This and other things.

Why does it always come out as a surprise when you find out, your ex has a new girlfriend? Ok, important here is, you have to bear in mind I am not freaking out due to such a turn of events. Then, I am enjoying my life right now as it is - crammed with various activities, errands to run, interwoven with thoughts of Oku and the better days. This is what's all about these days.

The name of the game is 'cosmos'.

I may be perceived as low-reaching, not ambitious when compared... Forthe wide and your record - I do not care. I wish I was with him, simpely. Wish to spend the life in there, the place hailed O. Much as I do bear in mid that for many a people of my age it would be the greatest dream[s] come true to walk in my shoes. Nevertheless... as you know how much something was valueable to you when you loose it, the same goes with you don't know what you want yourself untill you achieve it and expereience it so that you don't want it anymore.

McL, then? Paving the path.

There's something enchanting in the fats pace of life which makes people stick to it, which makes them addicted to it and never, or at least hard to give it off... We keep whispering our mantras. Simultaneously, there is also something about it that keeps us going, that keeps us go with the flow... Just like these simple dots fall one after another. You enjoy it when you also have a pause to look up over what you've accomplished. Otherwise, there is no point in it, provided there's no time for reflection nor even a brief look back, you don't really appreciate it and see no sense other than an on-going, never-ending agody and a consuming, impoverishing, debilitating running about. This time it's not so much about the verbal ado, so to put it, but the sense I wish to convey. Unrestrained creating is what elevates your mood.