Monday, 27 April 2009


A man said to the Universe,
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the Universe,
"The fact has not created in me,
A sense of obligation."
- Stephen Crane

Alright, sooo. It's been a while?
I thought I shouldn't write much if I could only complain, because it's ruining my 2009-intentions of being more positive. Though, if I don't type it, yet still think pessimistically, that would just be fooling myself, huh? I'll see. xD

Thing is, I don't feel too bad, mentally, right now. Physically I'm a disaster. But I was born unhealthy, so I should actually be used to ickiness?
You know that feeling that you are needed? Loved? Appreciated?
Like people care what happens to you, and they are certain you care about them too?
That's a pretty good feeling, even if the situation in which you feel is is crappy.
I do hope the situations clear, and the positive feelings stay!

I came to dislike being taken for granted a lot, and try my hardest to make sure everybody I appreciate knows so. Guess that's my "treat others like you wish to be treated yourself" motto.

What else?
Ah, yeah. I met some of the writers who wrote the books we have on our syllabus this year!
And like, actually spoke to them! And and and, Harry Tzalas signed my book! Squeeeee! And took a picture with moi~ And one group picture, too!
Now, I know it's "Just a guy like anybody else", but gosh, a writer! I want to be a writer and sign my own books, one day. I guess the motivation is there, and the writing skills. Just... no creativity? No story to talk of right now, anyways.

I found a poem I loved, so I'm going to share it.
(Yes, whether you're interested or not)


Bear in mind
That death is a drum
Till the last worms come
To answer its call
Till the last stars fall,
Until the last atom
Is no atom at all
Until time is lost
And there is no air
And space itself
Is nothing nowhere
Death is a drum
A signal drum
Calling life
To come!

Oh, and just to make sure I am true to my word (if you've read up till here you'll get this, too):
I really appreciate you guys reading through my blog entries.
The fact that you read and comment, that's just.. awesome.
Much love.

The Gypsy.

1 comment:

  1. Apparently my stomach only accepts Subway sammiches and cherry cola now. Eating cereal made me barf and drinking orange juice gave me a withdrawal migraine that almost drove me into on-coming traffic at ~85 kph.