This Isn't What It Looks Like...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Ordinary things...

About those things we do everyday...

sit back...

relax...

and think...


How many of those things you do... you just HAVE to do and how many of those things...

are the ones you WANT to do.


And you see yourself needing to mix the stuff you enjoy so mucho doing into the stuff you have to do...


like:


Losing
yourself in a song... (or someone's eyes) O.O

Tasting
every single drop of your morning coffee...

A good conversation (about
everything and nothing at the same time)...

A piece of chocolate, taking A NICE shower... feeling how the water DISTRACTS every single nerve with which the surface of your skin feels... feeling the water (hot... or cold if you don't have a heater or it's just hot)

Leaving at 7 am... starting your day... that first whiff of fresh air... that nice, warm early morning sun that seems to be saying "
ok....start over"

Or the sun at 6 pm that says
"ok... you're done... LOOK even I am turning off"

Or the moon that salutes you at night and covers everything with peace and says "... you won't see me, but I'm here
" (Like many other things in life)

That kind of sunsets, or sunrises, that say
"Ok the world is out there...so much to take, so many places to go to, so much to do, so much to be... it's yours for the taking... GO! "

Stretching every single muscle in your body... the way cats do, no worries in the world and then yawning... and a lot of other little things... little detais that make
la vita a little bit more dolce.

Actually, just
celebrating life, probably not the one you have right now or the one you'd like to have, but LIFE itself.

No wonder people enjoy weekends so much and do whatever they can to enjoy that little bit of time when the stuff you HAVE to do stop and everything you WANT to do begins.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Literary Work

Hello everybody! Long time, no see, huh? I don't think anyone is reading this anymore... after all, it's been over a 18 months (I think) since I last typed anything here...

But I'm still here... alive and kicking. You know... I've never understood that saying... I mean.... I AM alive, but I'm definitely NOT kicking... Sure, there are a few people I wouldn't mind kicking but... there I go again... going off on a tangent (and a big one, I might add) What IS a tangent anyway???!! Oops! I did it again! (Wasn't that a song?)

When I get something worthy of being posted here (not like the "great" piece of literary work you're reading), I'll come back. Well this is just to say I'm back... I'm alive and NOT kicking... but still alive at least.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

New skin.

So, I changed my blog template... I like how this one looks, but there's a problem. On some of the posts, you can't see the link to the comments page but it shows when you roll the mouse over the place where it should be...

Anyone can help me with that??? :D

Friday, June 23, 2006

Support.

Pictures like this one scared me... they still do. I don't know what it is. The clothes, the stern looks on the older persons, the black and white tone, or maybe it's because every person depicted on a picture like this always, and I mean it, ALWAYS looks evil...

Looking at this picture, I can't help but notice how weak and feeble the father looks. He must've been a hard man on his day... the wife probably took a beating or two.

The older son, which I think is the one on the right, would obviously inherit the "family business", and judging by the clothes, he must've worked on sales.

The mother, a loving woman who'd never leave her husband no matter how hard life was with him, was raised just for that. Grow up, get married to a "nice" man, have children, raise them, and stay at home to serve hand on foot to her husband. Uneducated, just like her mother, the daughter was on the same path.

The younger son would soon be drafted for war. He'd die 6 months later by an infected gunshot wound.

I can't even imagine how hard life must've been in that time, for this entire family. But in spite of all their trouble, the hard father very set on his ways, the abnegated mother, and the obedient children, war, disease, everything they worked for washed away by these troubles... they stayed together up until the end.

After all, everything you have left when the chips are down, is your family... nothing else.